Michael's POV
"And you're late because?" my math teacher, Mr Turner, grumbled as I walked in.
"Because." I replied, sitting in my seat at the back of the room.
"Right. Bunking, I see?" he questioned, looking into my eyes, before adding, "you'll be in detention with me after school." he smiled. Mr Turner has an ugly smile, I thought. Actually, he just has an all-round ugly face.
"Ummm," I stroked an invisible beard. "No I won't, I'll be at home, thanks very much." I laughed, kicking up my feet on top of the desk. A few "classmates" - I use quotation marks because I have no mates. I have 3 acquaintances that I merely tolerate, but other than that, I'm a loner - chuckled.
"Mr Clifford, get your feet off the desk immediately!" he bellowed, running over to me. I could see the sweat rolling down his neck already.
I looked up at him and smiled. "No." I could see his face getting redder. "Sorry. I meant, no sir." He marched to his desk and wrote something on a yellow slip of paper.
"Get up and get out." he said through gritted teeth as he handed me the paper.
Looking at the paper, I realized that it was a slip to the principle's office and he wrote a side comment that I was "distrupting the other pupils learning".
I rolled my eyes and started to walk out; but before I fully left the classroom, I turned around and looked him in the eye.
"Fuck you."
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As I waited outside the principle's office, I could hear him talking to another teacher.
"There will be a new girl transferring here tomorrow," the principle stated matter-of-factly.
"Tomorrow? Why so late in the year?"
"Because she has a bad reputation. Apparently, worse than Michael Clifford's."
What is this fuckery? No one is worse then me! Oh hell to the no.
"Oh yeah? How?" the other unknown teacher asked.
"She bloody burnt down her last school..." He stopped for a minute and nothing was heard. "With all the teachers and students still inside." A gasp met my ears. "Luckily, they got out just in time. No injuries."
Shit. This girl's got skills. Even I haven't figured how to do that yet.
"Why did you accept her? You must be insane to let a potential danger into the school grounds!" the still un-identified teacher exclaimed. Jesus, all this teacher is good for is asking questions.
"I want her and Michael to meet maybe they can help each other and be normal again." he said in a low voice.
"We both know that will never work."
The principle sighed.
"It's worth a shot."
