I wake up to see Jamie shaking my shoulder. I groan, pulling the covers over my head.
"We have classes in a few minutes, you have to get up," she tells me as I attempt to ignore her.
"There's food," she tries again. I pull the sheet from my head.
"Yessir I'm up." I sit up and swing my legs off the bed. She laughs at my sudden eagerness before going into the bathroom. I step onto the carpet and stretch my arms above my head. Picking up my phone, I see that it's 6:00. Way too fucking early.
Once I've gotten up, I wait for Jamie to leave the restroom so I can change. I don't want her seeing any of the bruises. Wait a minute, how can I go to class if I don't even have my schedule.
"Your turn!" Jamie calls out, startling me from my thoughts.
"Also, Mr. Davidson dropped a schedule off this morning." I nod my head; that solves one issue. I head into the bathroom with my clothes in hand.
Once I've changed into my high waisted black leggings and long sleeved grey shirt, I brush through my hair with my fingers and flop it to the side. I walk back to grab my glasses before heading to the kitchen area. Everyone is sitting at the table, eating pancakes. There's a fourth spot at the table which I sit at. A plate of two pancakes sits in front of it, but somehow, I don't feel hungry anymore. Nerves maybe. Bullshit. Eat some fucking pancakes.
I pick up the fork and start cutting the pancakes into pieces.
"Here's your schedule by the way," Jamie says as she passes me a sheet of paper. I nod, reading it over.
1st Period - Math - Room 1224
2nd Period - Science - Room 1326
3rd Period - History - Room 1128
4th Period - Gym/Health - Gymnasium
5th Period - Free Period
6th Period - Language Arts - 1424
7th Period - Creative Writing - 1424
8th Period - Anger Management Class - Guidance 3
"What the fuck?" I think aloud while I pause the cutting of my pancake as I read the 8th Period class again. They all turn to look at me but I ignore them. I wasn't supposed to get put in that fucking class. Such bullshit. Honestly, why the fuck would that idiot of a principle put me in that fucking class.
"Jamie, can you take me to the principle's office before class?" I ask, barely able to control my temper. Maybe you do need those anger management classes. Shut the fuck up. Point proven.
"Uh yeah of course. Any particular reason?"
"Just a wrong class." She nods her head, and I leave the table, dumping my uneaten breakfast down the drain before setting the plate by the sink. I head back to our room and grab my phone and headphones. When I get back, Jamie is waiting for me by the door. We leave and make our way to the area we had been in just a day earlier.
"Mr. Davidson?" She asks while knocking on the door.
"Come in," the muffled voice answers from the room. She pushes the door open and we walk in, a glare already present on my face.
"Ah, I figured you may come in," he says, not at all shocked.
"Is this about your schedule?" He asks. I grit my teeth before answering.
"Yes, specifically a class that I didn't ask to be in." He nods his head and adjusts his glasses.
"I understand you and your father don't want to be in the class, but I added it to your schedule; free of charge. It was requested by the board of education that you're um," he stops and thinks about his word choice as I cross my arms across my chest.
YOU ARE READING
Just My Luck
RomanceIt was just my luck to get roomed with the biggest asshole in the entire state of Vermont. When Lilith is forced to move from New Jersey to a school for troubled kids in Vermont because her father couldn't deal with her behavior anymore, she e...
