"Get busy living or get busy dying."~◇Stephen King◇
Anna's POV
Monday
RIIIINNGGG!!
The school bell is the joyless and repulsive sound of the beginning of the school day. Yet, it is also the beautiful sound of freedom at the end of the day. Sadly, as the shrill of the bell echoes through the school walls many students sigh in what may be annoyance, anger, and even fear.
Many students are running their hands through their hair aggravated and I hear one student mumble that they forgot their calculus homework to their friend. He then asks on a scale of 1-10 how mad will Mr. Tyran be, to which the friend just laughs and replies with an 11.
"I am thoroughly fucked, yup." He bangs his head repeatedly on his locker, earning some confused gazes from the students around him. "What if we skip it?"
His friend laughs, scratching his neck, "Dude we have a test today, what are you saying?" Saying this his friend slides to the ground, holding his head as if he just heard the world is going to end.
Looks like he forgot about that test too. Poor thing. I know in fact he's in year 11 because we all have Mr. Tyran's test this week. We've all known this for three weeks, so I studied ahead.
Why should I risk getting below a 90 on a test I could've prepared for? Absolutely ludicrous if you ask me and not worth risking a drop in my GPA.
I take a quick look at my wristwatch, 7:45 in black. I made it a point to get to school fifteen minutes earlier to speak with Ms. Grentine about this...this unworkable pairing, hoping to move her a bit. I've already come with a speech in mind, with at least 4 pointers of why this won't work. I mean he took my number from Friday and hasn't contacted me once! Impossible.
I reach the English Department and knock twice on the black Mohagany double doors. The hall is quiet, except for Ms. Mousy, the janitor scrubbing writings from the walls. She mumbles to herself about these delinquents and how they pay so much to come here just to do this.
"Come." I hear Ms. Grentine's soft yet firm voice call through the door. I blow out the breath from my cheeks and fix my face with a smile, hoisting my bag up my left shoulder. Twisting the knob, I push the door open and stop in my tracks, my smile faltering completely.
Ms. Grentine's head is slightly lowered as she peers up and me through her glasses that sit on the tip of her nose, pen in hand, her desk filled with cream folders and papers. But that's not what made me stop.
About two meters away from her desk, are two chairs which were supposed to be empty. No one gets here this early to speak with a history teacher, not even the principal himself. Yet, there sat Travis, his leg propped up on the other, bag slung over the back of the chair as well as his school jacket.
"What an incredibly interesting surprise Ms. Belonkzy," Ms. Grentine motions for me to close the door and take a seat, which I do. Hesitantly of course. "Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of two students at 7:47 AM, when I haven't even had my morning coffee?"
I turn slowly, annoyance bubbling when Travis drapes his hand around the back of my chair. His brown tuft of hair is sleeked back on his head with a few strands falling over almost reaching his eyes. His eyebrows are raised in question as to what I am doing here, like she didn't refer to us both and not me only.
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