Chapter 2: Just A Regular Day part 2
Amy
Why did she run? All we wanted to do was congratulate her on dumping that cheating idiot! We don't even know if she knew about him and Pam Grier behind the canteen last week. Everyone says he worships her... my ass; he never stopped cheating on her... the devotion was an act but a very good one which had even me fooled for a bit.
Ah, school life; nothing better.
I sit down in home room with Sam on my left and Greg on my right. Sam has such beautiful blond hair and down to her chest as well... Wish my hair grew that long and wasn't orange either; it's not fun being a ginger. I sigh, which Mrs. Harriet, who has started the class, takes as a yawn.
“Am I boring you Miss Garfield?” She asks me in her strict, whip like, voice.
“I want some lasagne now,” Timothy Brigade says, which draws him a laugh from the class.
“No, miss,” I say, as the laughter dies down, “I was sighing not yawning and anyway one doesn't always yawn when one is bored you know. One can be tired... I'm sure they taught you this at school when you were learning to be a teacher no?” this draws a round of ooooooooooooo.
“Well perhaps detention tonight with me and no going out with your boyfriend, for one night, will get you waking up earlier no?” She says in her sweetest voice; she is not a yeller thank God.
“She wasn't out with her boyfriend last night, I was!” Emily Rose decides to blurt out. This draws more laughter from the class.
“Well, class,” Mrs. Harriet continues as if nothing happened. “Remember today is the big test so you are all to go to B building to be put into the right room for the exam.”
“You damn bastard,” I whisper into Michael's, who is sitting in front of me, ear, “saying you had to help your sister with the new baby last night. Yet you were out with Emily Rose. Ohhh I've kept your secrets buddy but now the whole school will know.”
“Look,” He whispers back, thinking of a good excuse, “it's not what you think; we were studying all night,” He says in a not convincing voice.
“Oh, is that what we are calling it now? Studying, huh?”
“We were, we really were. You can ask my sister if you want.”
“Yeah, how much did you bribe her with than?”
“Look,” Emily Rose cuts in, twirling her pony tail around her fingers which she only does when she is annoyed, “he just doesn't like you any more, ok? Get over it and start to realise what the whole school has known since the start of the year; he is mine and you are just trash.”
“Better than being gutter trash,” Samantha says in a yelling whisper having been woken up due to the fight.
“What did you call me?!” Emily Rose screams in a full out yell.
“You heard me, you bitch!” Samantha screams back as she stands up ready to strike.
“Miss Bryans, what did you say?!” Mrs. Harriet joins the screaming, which shocks the class, as her eyes open wide.
“I called her a bitch, Mrs Harriet,” Samantha says simply, hands still raised.
“Well, its better than being a divorce child. They probably saw what they created with you and thought it best to break up in case they make another piece of shit!”
“What did you say?!” Mrs Harriet and Samantha exclaim.
Samantha starts crying and runs out of class.
“That was very uncalled for, Miss Rose,” Mrs Harriet says. “I think detention for you and for Miss. Bryan's tonight as well?” She says sweetly.
“But but but,” is all Emily Rose can say.
“Miss,” I start as I get up, “perhaps I should go after Samantha, try and calm her down?”
“Yes, Miss Garfield, you can go.”
Thank God! I jump over Emily Rose's outstretched leg and, quickly, leave the room.
“Ah, good, you got out,” I hear as soon as I close the classroom door.
“Yeah, that was good cry acting.”I say to Samantha who has two cigarettes out.
“Ah, just thank Emily Rose for her helpful comment. So to the car park? They won't notice; don't forget all the teachers smoke there during lunch.”
“No, I told you; I'm not touching that stuff.”
“Fine, but come anyway so you can keep me company.” She says and starts walking to which I follow.
“So,” She starts, “what are you going to do about Emily Rose?”
“Oh, you'll see,” I reply without emotion but Sam knows I mean business.
Emily Rose
“So, how do you think you went?” Michael asks me as we walk out of the exam room, hand in hand.
“Oh I dunno, question 54 was very hard, wasn't it?” I tell him ashamed knowing that the question was actually easy.
“What? We went through it just this morning, how did you not remember?” he asks in a shocked voice.
“Ha! I was joking,” I say to him, tickling him, playfully.
He kisses me to stop.
“Whoa, what was that?” I ask, as the effects of the kiss, taking me off guard, sweep over me and I stumble to keep my feet.
“Well, I figured as everyone knows now why not do it in public?”
“Hey!” I exclaim, “I never thought of that, we should've done this ages ago!”
“But poor Amy, I'm really annoyed that you did it during class in front of everyone and now detention instead of going to Hyde Park tonight. How do you know your parents won't take this the wrong way and stop you from coming to the winter dance next week?”
“Oh!” I exclaim in shock, “Don't even think of that. There is no way they would... would they? No of course not. They better not. If they do, oh if they do.” I stand there saying to myself over and over trying to convince myself that my parents will be merciful. Wont they?
“Darling, just forget about it. Of course they will. Now please, during detention, be nice to Amy. Don't forget; she lost in this situation and we don't want another fight, especially not one that may bruise you're beautiful face,” He says kissing me again on the lips as a warm feeling sweeps over my body.
“Well, I better go,” I say, knowing that being late wouldn't be the best way to begin detention. I kiss him goodbye and walk to detention with him still on my mind until I arrive at the room as just as I enter the room I crash to the ground; the wind knocked out of me.
“Get off me, now!” I scream as Samantha pins my shoulders to the ground while Amy starts scratching me, my vision blocked both Samanthas' hair which enters my mouth.
“Get off me now, dammit. Someone help!” I scream, through the hair which muffles my voice, as I look around the room to see Sarah sitting at a table, laughing.
Luckily, Mrs Harriet finally arrives and screams, for the second time in forever. “Get off her now or it'll be detention until the end of the year and through the holidays,” This causes them to finally get off me and sit down.
“You're gonna regret that big time,” I say to them, sweetly, as I sit down on the other side of the room.
“What was that?” Samantha screams at me.
“Girls! Shush now!” Mrs Harriet says through clenched teeth as she marks some papers from today's test.
“So,” I say, trying to make a conversation with Sarah as she doesn't hate me as much as those two, yet she didn't help mew did she?, “Why are you in detention tonight, Sarah?” This question takes Sarah off guard as she has not known me to take any interest in her.
“I didn't turn up for class,” She says, finally.
“Yeah, cause, you were hiding from us,” Amy says in an annoyed voice. “You know, we just wanted to congratulate you for dumping that bastard!”
“Why congratulate me? He treated me like a damn queen!” She says in a voice that hopes the subject changes.
I don't know what to say, so I go back to reading Frankenstein.
“You know what?” Sarah says to us all, “I think we all need a night at The Room, tonight!”
“What!? Why?” Amy asks, eyes going bigger than Mrs Harriets' were earlier today.
“Girls! Quiet now or you get a weeks worth of detentions as well as detention during the winder dance next week.”
This causes us to keep silent for the rest of detention.
Just a normal day with my three friends, life can't get better, I think to myself as I leave the school.
