As Ms.Hawkins gives her lecture, the classroom door swings open with the principal, Mr.Jackass...I mean Mr.Jamison, walking in. Please don't be Brooklyn again please dont let it be Brooklyn I silently pray. I see a figure walk in behind him and sigh out of relief. Mr.Jamison whispers something in Ms.Hawkins ear and leaves, leaving the 6'2 foot giant in the classroom. What? I'm only like 5'3! To me, he's a giant! Gersh.
Anyways, Ms.Hawkins already introduced the kid and because I was arguing I missed it. Oh well, the guy is like a super star he won't talk to the 'freak of the school'. "....and you can sit behind Ms.Jackson." Greeeeeeeeeat. As the guy strides down the isle to the back, I swear at least 5 girls are gonna pass out when he passes them. He finally sits and Ms.Hawkins continues her lecture.
English. It's usually my favorite subject. Too damn bad the teacher could put 10 infants crying to sleep with just one sentence. I get out my notebook and starts writing. Poems. They are so awesome. As I continue the one about Brookie, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I was considering turning back but before I could I feel a sudden tug on my hood. I was about to turn around and punch that giant right in his face but then I hear Ms.Hawkins telling him thank you and sending a glare that was full of daggers towards me.
I smile sweetly back at her and I know I crossed the line now. "Ms.Jackson, would you like to share what you are writing down?" I mentally cuss myself and her out. "Um, no not really." I reply looking down. Ms.Hawkins smiles in victory. Ms.Hawkins-1 Bailey-0.
She finishes her lecture for the day and tells us to start working on our projects. Because I'm so epicly awesome mine is already done, so I work on my poems. From editing to finishing. Amy Slutson. Opps, I meant Swanson...ok who am I kidding? I mean, if the girl didnt want to be known as a slut she shouldn't go around sleeping with every guy possible and wearing a piece of fabric that shows so much skin and cleavage it can't even be counted as a shirt.
As I was saying, Amy makes her way back to the new kid. I try to ignore the pda and flirting as I write but how are you already sucking on a guys tounge in the 5 seconds you met him? I can't stand it anymore. Why can't this class end already?
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Why me?
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