As I walk down the halls of the school, people part ways to make room for me, and just stare. Starings all they do. It's all they've ever done.
The whispers spread around me, like bees around a hive.
"Did you hear what Aviana did?"
"I heard she got another abortion"
"Did you know her dad left because she caused too many problems."
Rumors. Rumors everywhere. I don't even know who makes them up, they just come and go. New ones every week.
I put in my headphones, blocking out the sounds around me.
I walk into my first class, English, and take a seat in the back, next to the window. Like usual.I put my bag next to my feet and pull out my notes. The classroom fills up quickly with different types of teenagers.
The teacher starts talking about a new lesson, but I don't listen. I just stare out the window, looking at the tree that stood outside of the classroom.
I felt my head pushed back by a finger. I look up and see the teacher disapprovingly looking down at me.
I see his mouth move but I don't hear the words.I pull out a headphone
"Yes?" I ask him.
"I'd like you to answer the question, Aviana." He says, crossing his arms.
"Well looks likes you're not getting one." I roll my eyes, putting the headphone back into my ear, but then having it ripped out again.
"I will not accept this behavior. You may walk yourself down to the principles office." He shouts
"My pleasure" I bow, before grabbing my back and walking out of the room.
***
"Aviana." Mr. Thomson, our principal says, looking at me through his bulky glasses.
"Yes Thomson?" I say as sweetly as I can.
"This is your 5th time being in here this week. It's only Wednesday." He says, glancing down at his paperwork.
I just sit there, picking at my nails.
"If you act out one more time, I'll have to suspend you." He sighs.
"Okay cool, can I go now?" I look up from my chipped nail polish.
"Yes. But remember what I said. One more time." He says sternly.
"Yeah yeah." I wave him off, walking out of his office.
I walk past the secretary, Sally, who just glares at me.
I don't say anything, just flip her off, making her gasp slightly.
"You know your parents would be ashamed if they saw you right now"
She scowls"They already are. So it won't make any of a difference." I raise my arms at her, before walking out into the hallway.
The hallways empty both ways. I look down at my phone, reading the time.
12:45 PM
I walk down the hallway, listening to the sound of my boots hitting the ground. I push the double doors that lead you to hell open, and walk down the steps.
The breeze moves my dark blue hair out of my face, letting the sun blind me. I hear the school bell signaling lunch go off behind me. I hear the doors open, followed by the sound of laughter and feet pound down the steps.
Losers
I think to myself.Hey guys! If you read my last fanfic, I'm sorry, I just couldn't get any inspiration for that one so I kind of gave up, so I'm writing a new one! I hope you like it!
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Impulse [luke hemmings]
Fanfiction/Impulse/ A sudden strong and unreflective urge or desire to act.