Chapters Song: PnB Rock - Smile
____________________________________*DING DING DINNNGG* goes the annoying ass fire alarm that woke me up from my amazing almost 20 minute nap in college math. unfortunately for me I didn't get enough sleep last night because of these bummie teachers giving us projects and essays all due during the same week and some due on the same day.
"Come on class get into two files of lines, then wait quietly to walk behind the class in front of you," Mrs. He [h-EY~] exclaimed to the whole class. I don't know why the teachers even do this if it's only a drill. we all know if the real thing does happen, everybody's on their own running and trampling over people. But I guess it just makes them feel more secure and safe about the whole situation.
The class began to do as the teacher said and walked to the door. Me on the other hand, had to drag myself out of my chair due to exhaustion. I tell you this is already abuse enough, not getting enough sleep to starvation. The school is so cheap to the fact that we don't even get lunch. Lunch is 8th period but since they don't really feed us it's just basically a dismissal period. Which basically means we leave school at 1:29pm, well most of us do. They're are some poor souls out there who actually have an 8th period class and tutoring classes or clubs that are right after all school periods end.
Making our way out of the class I yawn and glance around the hallway. I see my classmates that I barely talk too and standing a couple of people ahead of me is my best friend Rebecca. But me and our friend group calls her Becs, Becca, Becky, Rebs, ArbEs like arbys the fast food place. Yeah we just have a lot of nicknames for each other. I guess becs looks around too and sees me with her gray/greenish hazel like eyes then shoots me a derp face and I send it right back at her.
Becs is really pretty, she's everything a guy would want in a girl. she's a bit on the tall side but is pretty slim, and loves making her hair big and fluffy which makes her look cute but she also has an exotic face that I guess guys would call sexy and then she also has that troublemaker, sweet, humorous aura about her that makes people feel a pull towards her like she's the cool side of a magnet that could attract any kind of pole both north and south at the same time. Becs is a bit above average height standing 5'7ft tall. She claims she's 'mad'(New York slang) tall for a girl at our generation.
So she declared that she'll never date a guy shorter than her. However her past relationships say otherwise. She is also really good with make up she's like the make up guru, and her hairs also really long and nice & pretty healthy but she complains about it all the time. But I love it when she just let's her curls breathe. she's also one the most well off people in my friend group. Her hair is a deep brown with bits of red from the last time she's dyed it. Also her eyes aren't really that hazel grayish color she just wears contacts.
It's not that she can't see, it's just that she loves to switch it up a bit but when I mean a bit I mean a lot. She can't go outside without looking like a show stopper with them in. She literally said herself "If I'm going to wear these things then I'm gonna have to wow the underwear off of these people,". Finally she's been my best friend from back in the 10th grade. We both never expected that to happen, we were on two whole different wavelengths so of course we wouldn't have seen that coming. She was the out going one while I tended to be self kepted.Becs turns back around before the crazy 'b' of a math teacher sees her goofing off. After yawning I put down my hand that was covering my mouth and fix my pants, then my shirt and then my hoodie. raising my arms far above my head to get a good stretch to loosen up the tense muscles in my body, as the class walks down the 8,000 stair cases to head out the emergency exits.
"These stair cases are truly a death trap" I mutter mostly to myself, but I still received a few nods of agreements from a couple of people around me who caught what I said. we were making it past the 3rd flight of stairs down when a burst of freezing air hit us, shivering I rushed to zip up my hoodie and pull my hood over my head. I tug the ends of my sleeves so my hands were covered. grabbing the strings to the hoodie and start to yank them until the hood was nicely fitted to my head. Sighing in content to the newly fitted hood that began to give me warmth and acted like an insulation that blocked all the cold air from coming in side of the hood.
Ughhhhhhh, I can't stand this schoooooooooooool. Just being here makes my skin crawl. I can't believe that I've been hear since freshman year. Rolling my eyes, sighing I shake my head trying to ease my aggravation. By telling myself that we've only have a few months left then I'll break outta here with a diploma and never look back. Scanning the lines ahead and the very one I'm on, with distaste. 98% of the school students here get on my nerves. These kids have no respect for each other and everyone around them.
Try getting here for the first time on the first day, innocent,smiling and feeling dandy until...BAM!! You get smacked against the wall, pushed in all different directions while only trying to get to class. It takes about 10minutes to get to your class if you don't know how to play your cards right. Unfortunately you are given only 5 cursed minutes. And let me tell you, I go to a 4 floor building excluding the basement.
My school has only the top floor, while we share the building with another school who gets the rights for the other three. Don't ask me why my school is fit into one floor. I don't know how they fit a whole school of, literally, five hundred students onto one small ass floor. The hallways are small and get packed in a matter of seconds.
Now remember what I said before about being new an all, and getting body slammed and shit. Now add on tripping on those heavy ass roly backpacks and having them run over your foot, cutting up your shins. It's so crowded and rowdy that after awhile the hallway traffic stops moving completely cause this one person is taking the longest time. But even after all that abuse nobody says shit or even cares.
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