The alarm bell rang...
Ah, school...
I know we all don't like waking up early in the morning for the sake of education, and I sure as hell know we don't like the amount of pointless homework we have to do to please the "teachers". But still, somebody's gotta do it. And that somebody was our generation. Yup, we're already screwed.
"Wake up, asshole," mumbled Marco, while he sauntered into the room like he was boss. "You've got school today," he yawned, clearly thinking I didn't know the schedule after more than 12 years in school.
"Gee, thanks Marco," I replied sarcastically,"I would've never knew today was school, actually, if it wasn't for your seriously helpful input, I would've thought it was time to go to the fucking moon, because you know, that's what I usually do on weekdays."
"Don't get cheeky with me, you little git" he said, whilst flashing our car keys in front of me, with a cruel smile dancing on his face."You know," he started, "after your disrespect there, I might have to let you walk your sorry ass to school. Yup, that'll show you much needed respect to your superior." He said, grinning at the sudden change of my facial expressions.
Yeah, I wasn't thrilled.
"I'm leaving in 5" he said, "get your ass ready or else I'm leaving."
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"Mr Kristov, your late," she sneered, "as usual, it seems like you never seem to follow the rules Luká," she stated, thinking I actually cared what she said.
"Sorry, Marco decided I should walk to school." I huffed after running to school. Yup, the bastard actually left me hanging. Needless to say, I looked like a panting dog. "It won't happen again, I promise miss" I said with my sincerest face.
"Well, it better won't." she said. "Just go sit down," she huffed in an annoyed puff, like she was the tired one!
"Well class, we've got a new addition - so Matt, don't intimidate her okay,"
The burly creature in the first row grunted in reply.
"Without further ado, please welcome Kara Smith," she said.
She walked in.
She recognised me.
We interlocked eyes.
And I shit myself.
Do you know that old woman threatening me with a knife - well, I saw her eyes, and they had a glint of anger in them.
These ones were burning.
"Kara, please sit next to Luká," she interrupted.
"But Miss,I don't want the new girl next to me-"
"Luká, she will sit next to you and that is final, and plus, why so rude?" The teacher smirked, enjoying her victory over annoying me.
"Well, Kara," I said, emphasising Kara, "What are you waiting for?" I said.
She glared at me, grabbed a chair and sat down on it.
"I will strangle you with my bare hands" she whispered, her voice laced with anger.
I can't wait for the rest of the day.
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"So where are you from?" asked some irrelevant person to Kara.
"I'm from L.A, bit I'm living with my sister."
Sharply whistling, "What are you doing in intermixing with peasants," I said, which drew a laugh from the rest of the class, and an angry glare from Kara.
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The Con-Artist
Teen Fiction"Money is money, no matter how you got it." This is Luka's mantra in life, and so far, it has never failed him. Until he meets Kara, a stubborn, determined woman who fails to be intimidated by his demeaning aura, power and his unsubtle way of connin...
