The sharp bell chimes loudly, my eyes fly open in shock. I blink a few times, smoothing out the fuzzy world before me. My jaw feels stiff and my teeth are clenched against each other. I lift my head from my doodle stained desk and stare out in a daze at the classroom before me. My class mates are busy clearing off their desks and stuffing papers pencils into binders before exiting through the wooden door at the right side of the room. I unclench my jaw and stand up, my legs snap up and fling my chair into a person crossing behind.
"Ow!" They groan, "What's your freakin' problem!?"
I turn around, "Sorry," I giggle, "I didn't see you." Without another word I turn back to my desk and stuff my work into my fat binder that sat on the floor under my desk.
"Saskia," I hear the teacher sing.
Oh great, she's happy about something, that can't be good I moan and look up, "Yes" I say obliviously.
"Where you sleeping again?" She questions, even though she already knew the answer. That's what I hate about teachers, even if they know what you've done they make you admit it. Or when they are lecturing you and then they end with Okay? and you nod, then they go, Pardon? then you have to say yes, like can't they just shut the hell up! God.
I nod.
"Pardon?!" She yelps as if I just gave her the finger or something.
I roll my eyes, see what I mean?! "YES!" I say a little to loudly.
deadly silence, "You'll be here at 3:30 for detention" She snapped.
Is that all you got, bitch! What's up with teachers an lame comebacks? All it ever is; "Detention, Office, Hall, Suspension, EXPELD!" God, bless these poor creatures with some god damned creativity
This detention business never bothered me, my parents never asked why I was home late, and if they did I would tell 'em I was smokin' weed with my friends. Like they would care.
"Pardon?!" She screeches again.
Man, that was it, "What? What do you want me to freakin' say?!" I yell.
"Make that tomorrow as well!" She added evilly.
"Can't come. I have a dance tournament tomorrow" I grumbled under my breath.
"What was that?!" She nosed.
"Nothing" I sighed, "Its just, some of us have lives here" I said quietly.
"Thats it Saskia, I have had it up to here!" She gestured to her forehead, "You'll be here with my for the next two weeks." She patted her hair, "and I will be calling your parents in to talk."
I glared at her. Who the hell does she think she is?! My blood boiled, I could just start screaming at her, diss her until she cried. Or I could do the responsible thing and -- screw it I snatch up my binder and slam my chair under my desk, dramatically kissing my teeth at her before giving her the finger and stalking out of the room.
I brake into a run once I was out of the door and tore across the cement hallways. My black combat boots slapping on the rubber tiles.
"Saskia! Get back HERE!" The teacher yells from behind me.
"Go to hell, you cock sucker!" I screech
Her reply is muffled, and I ignore it. I swing around the corner and fly down the stairs, taking them by threes. I rarely did this, only in desperate times. Desperate times... I slam into the steal doors and trip outside.
"Crap, I forgot my bag!" Bag = Cell phone, iPod, and important stuff I curs under my breath, no way I was going in there, not after what just happened. I slow to a lazy walk and pull my black hood over my long golden brown hair. Need my iPod, I need my music, its the only thing that can save me from my parents. Maybe I could spend the night on the street, like a bum. Right... I groan and turned the corner to the bus stop. The sky is a mass of grey clouds and sea gulls. Ah, the joys of the city. Pollution and loud garbage eating birds I enter the glass bus shelter and plop down on the bench. A few seconds later I turn my head to see who was sitting beside me. A hobo My head snaps back to stare out the class walls. My heart thumping franticly, Common Mr. Bus... Hurry up!
"Yer... fer te bus?" He said in a hoarse voice, "broke... down, there."he snorted without waiting for an answer.
I look down the road, guess what, he was right. The bus lay on its side, people stood around impatiently as the bus driver talked with the police.
Shit I nod to the man and plunge my free hand into the pocket of my black baggy pants before pulling it back out and tossing him a dollar, "Have a nice night mister" I sigh and begin my long trek home.
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