Wicked.

Chapter 8

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Monday.

First class of the day is one of the classes I share with a stupid as vampire that had the audacity to feed on me without any consideration or anything nice! I’m trying to keep my thoughts PG but I’m feeling like he deserves R-Rated violence.

This morning I had already gone for my run, volleyball training and managed to bathe and get to class on time. The last student just walked in through the door but the teacher still hadn’t arrived. “Did you finish your essay?” Natalia asked from beside me. I turned my full body to look at her and block out Kaleb on the other side, “Yes I did. It’s like four pages. How long was yours?” I asked casually.

Ms Kosana walked in to the room, “Hello class! I’m sorry I’m late but at least that made the rest of you on time.” she gave Kaleb a pointed look. “Thank you for all handing in your essays I have read them all. Some of you wrote something extremely impressive, others need to the words: effort is required. And after today’s debate, some of you will be kicked out of this class.”

“What?” people gasped. I stayed quite because being me, I was not going to get kicked out of this class. I’m Quinn Ashby.

“Everyone out of your seats. I will be moving you for the moment.” It’s like she didn’t even notice.

Oh thank goodness! I have been ignoring Kaleb since Saturday and having first period literature with him on a Monday morning is really pushing my tolerance. Being pissed about him feeding on me is an understatement! I was glad I broke his neck!

I gathered my things and followed Natalia out of our row of seats. “Let me check your bandage.” She said. I didn’t protest and tilted my head for her. She stroked the tape to make sure it was still on then looked at someone behind us then back at me. “He wants to talk to you.” she mumbled. I didn’t have to check who she was talking about. Kaleb picked up on the fact that I wasn’t talking to him the next day. At least he isn’t slow.

“Okay, everyone that argued that society does have a huge impact on our identity sit on the left side of the room.” –that was like most of the class and Natalia- “and everyone else sit on the right.”

Everyone else included me, Asian and a few fifth year students. I sat at the end of the row and patiently waited for the class to continue. She checked that everyone had a seat before she continued. “Here, I have a bowl with everyone who said ‘yes’. ‘No’ team, chose a name.”

We are the ‘No’ team. Awesome.

One of the fifth years put their hand in the bowl and pulled a paper out and handed it back to the teacher. She held a different bowl out for the other team and one of them chose a piece of paper. She walked back to her desk and picked up a piece of chalk and wrote out the word ‘debates’.

“You all have five minutes to discuss as a team the important points and examples for your argument before I announced who your speakers are.”

Asian and I sat quietly and let the fifth years take control of the situation. If they wanted our input they would ask but Asian and I both knew they didn’t, so we nodded at each other to acknowledge one’s existence but that was it.

“The speaker for team ‘Yes’ is…” she unwrapped the paper slowly, “Kaleb.” She smiled brightly. His team cheered and gave him encouraging slaps on the back before he walked up to a podium on his side of the room. “And the speaker for team ‘No.’ is… Quinn!” she seemed happier about it then she should. But all I could think was “WHAT?”