Annoying Adam

School's Boring

I woke up the next morning. I know right? I didn't die over the course of the night. Although I was about ready to kill the gosh-dang alarm clock as it rang ceaselessly and was starting to give me a headache...

The nightmares weren't as bad as I thought they would be. I wonder why...

"Stacy! It's time to get ready for school!" my mom yelled at me. Gee, what a way to break a girl out of her thoughts. With such beauty. Like me. 

I'm not making any sense, am I?

I got up and gracefully floated over to the bathroom, then did my business and got ready for school. I left, getting on my black Harley Davidson, and drove to the school.

Psh. I wish. What really happened was I buried my head in my pillow, and shouted at my mom to leave me alone. Then I dragged myself to the bathroom like some sort of demon, took a shower, did my business, and dried my hair. I tried to run a brush through it gently, then gave up and ended up ripping about half of my hair out. I looked like/acted similar to a homeless woman in the mornings. And it didn't help that my eyes were still a little red from last night, giving me an even more depraved look.

I sighed at my failed attempt at becoming more human, slung my worn school bag over my shoulder, and walked out of my room. I clumped down the stairs, more or less trying to stall, as I didn't exactly want to go to school. What normal teen does?

Mom had showed us where the school was yesterday, so I grabbed a pop tart and walked out the door to the garage where my Harley was parked. It rumbled as I turned the keys in the ignition. My baby...

I had gotten it for my 16th birthday, and I loved every second on it. I hadn't gotten much time with it in Vermont, because I was always so busy with Jax and the other horses. But now, now there was nothing stopping me from riding it and I was a little depressed that school wasn't that far.

I rumbled down the road, happy with my choice of clothing. A leather jacket went over a light green tee, and I was wearing some faded, slightly ripped jeans. I wasn't one of those kids that had to buy those fake, ripped jeans- mine always ended up like that eventually.

Anyways, I arrived at school, and immediately wanted to turn tail and run. Just kidding. It was a medium sized school, but my old one had been bigger. I was just hoping there would be less skanks at this school. And man-whores.

As soon as I pulled off my helmet and dramatically shook out my hair, I got a whole bunch of wolf-whistles. I flipped them the bird and strolled into school. I was not going to take any crap this year. I had this year and the next year, and the sooner they learned that they couldn't just freak with me, the better for both of us.

I rolled my eyes at the perkily dressed woman at the beginning. She obviously was a secretary. I looked a little closer for more details. And almost immediately wished I hadn't.

Oh.

My.

God.

She literally just did the frickle frackle with someone! Her shirt was vaguely askew, and her hair had tangles in it (like mine but the kind you get after you-know-what). She looked like she was in her late forties! Gross.

"Uhhhh.." Smooth Stacy. Very smooth.

"Oh, hello! You must be Stacy May!" She giggled, and I forgot my earlier assessment. She was a ditzy blonde. No dur, woman. Now if you would kindly give me my schedule and lock combination, as well as where my locker was and which one it was. NOW. That would be great.

"Can I get my stuff now?" I asked firmly, in a tone that was just a little bit harsher than I thought it had been.

She nodded and grabbed a small stack of papers, line them up, then handed them over.