Igrip the table until my knuckles turn white, breathe just breathe.He'll stopafter he gets bored.
Thump, thump, thump.
cluntching my jaws,I slowly turn and stare at Carter my nemessis since 11th grade. His been nothing but trouble
since the day he stepped in my school. With hisspiked up hair, piercing blue eyes and his stupid smirk thatseems to be stuck on his stupid face.
Rumors started going around that he got kicked out of his old school because he almost set the school on fire. I wouldn't be surprised if he blew up the school. the reason why I hate him is because he got me into trouble 3 times. 3 times! And I did nothing, nothing to him. Not so much as breath a word to him.Im what you call a straight a student, very neat and oranized person, always on time before the school late bell rings. Unlike some people
whoskip classes and not evanbothering to show up on weeks on end to school.
"what is your problem" I ask him annoyingly
"I wasn't aware there was a problem" heanswers back all innocently
I give him the stink eye"Stop kicking my chair with your damn foot!"
"Ooooohh girl can cuss, does your mom know about this?" He asks as he folds his arms across his chest
"You know what----" Istart to say but get caughtoff by Mrs. Jamson
"Emma! Pease leave the room" I turn around and face the teacher shocked.
"But I didn't do anything" I stay grounded to my seat not bothering to get up. One this is for sure I won't be humiliated
in front of the class.
"Emma-"Mrs.Jamson signs as she points to the door "Please don't make this hard as it already is"
"This is so unfair!"I start again asIpush back my chair and point my finger at Carter
"He's the one that you should kick out because he keeps kicking my chair for the past week"
Carter shrugs, he looks at the teacher as if he has no clue what Im talking about.
"Emma please step out and I'll talk to you in a bit" I stare at her for a moment but end up walking past my class mates
who are staring and wispering along with Carter and his stupid smirk on his ugly face, god how much I hate his face.
and walk out into the hallway where I sit on the cold floor next to the Mrs. Jamson's door and wait.
(To be continued...)