I tapped my pencil eraser on my desk. The teacher was arguing with the class clown. Again. The class clown wanted to socialize during math class and the teacher was showing the student that the math course had nothing to do with socialization and he recommended that if the student wanted to talk the whole time, he should enroll in one of the social sciences the school provided.

Did I mention I hate my classmates? I know, I know, hate is a very strong word, but there is no word like it that can express my emotions towards my classmates in any class.

I went back to sketching. I had completed the homework and the class work we were supposed to do. I looked up when the teacher started to lecture again. Finally.

"But what about..."

I tuned the class clown out while the others started to giggle. They were encouraging him! Does no one else see the loss of logic here? I looked around at all the faces and sighed. Surely I am not the only one wanting this to stop.

But I was. Atleast, I thought so. No one else seemed bothered.

I finally snapped. "Look, dude. I get it. You don't want to do math. But if we actually start, we can actually get done and we can actually get home! I don't want to spend the entire day at school listening to you piss and whine about how you want to talk instead of do simple equations. Now can we please get back to the math sheet?"

"Who asked you?" He sneered at me the way he had for years and I narrowed my eyes at him. The class erupted into hysterical giggles.

"When you talk loud enough for the world to take notice of your existance, you shouldn't jump up and accuse anyone of eavesdropping."

"You're stupid."

Childish behavior. Ah, I do so love high school! I bit the inside of my lip to keep from jamming a rusty screwdriver into his eye. I really hoped he got hit by a bus. "You're just offended because I used too big of words for you to comprehend." Then I rooted through my purse and handed him my pocket dictionary. "Merry Christmas."

He, of course, did not accept.

As always, the bell dismissed us and not the teacher, but I always waited for the teacher to finish writing the problem or finish his or her sentence before I walked to class.

I wasn't in any rush. I had all my classes near each other for the most part, but I hated it when people lingered in the hall when I was obviously in a rush to get somewhere. It was the zombie apocolypse.

In slow-motion.

I knew I would get excused if I was late. I was a good student who didn't clown around and make a mess of things. I sat down and did what I was supposed to. I kept my mouth shut after the bell rang. I didn't get up until I really needed to. And I ignored the chit-chat my friends started to begin. I didn't use a single hall pass in my entire time at this high school and people claim that they don't have enough.

Fifty-six hall passes should be enough for anyone. Three would get the job done for me. I'd probably still have those three by the time the end of the school came around.

The last hour of the day was PE and I knew I would have to prove my worth to everyone there all over again, no matter what happened last year when I beat everyone in the mile, or what happened a month ago, when I was the champion of volleyball. Or what happened yesterday, when I answered every question right about locker room ediquet. I am constantly proving myself here. I hate that most of all.

Well, I thought, atleast I don't have any of the stupid ones I did last year. We might actually get something done in this PE class, and someone might actually be a challenge. Atleast give me someone that can serve the shuttlecock over the net and into the right side of the court!

I changed quickly. I didn't linger in the locker room as long as I possibly could. I knew better than to try and beat the teacher out to the room. Some people didn't quiet get that.

PE passed uneventfully and it was rather boring. People could serve, but they couldn't hit the shuttlecock back to me. I lost on purpose half the time, to the disappointment to my partner.

I waited for the buses silently. I had nothing to say to anyone while everyone had everything to say with everyone else. And most of it didn't make any sense. No one wants to know that you stuck gum on the teacher's chair and got away with it. Now I'm going to have to report you.

"There she is," a voice said.

I turned around and blinked at the Math Class Clown. Oh, I muttered. Of course he'd be back. I did just humiliate him in front of the entire class. I have a tendancy to do that. Curse my mouth.

"You have an apology to make."

"You stole my line." I smiled at him, then turned away. His buddies had cornered me against the school.

No one looked back at me.

My bus parked in its spot, but I couldn't get to it. "Excuse me, loves, but I have a bus to get to. A life to return to, you know?"

"Apologize."

"For what? Asking you to be quiet and using too big of words for you to understand? I gave you a dictionary so you could expand your knowledge. Mister James should be the one getting the apology. You were being a complete bum to him."

"I don't apologize. I get apologies." He made a gesture and his gang moved closer.

I had been in too many situations like this. I clamped my legs shut and I hugged my books to my chest. I shrunk down to the ground and hid my face. I could take a certain amount of punishment, I knew. I also knew these guys had the attention spans of sparrows and goldfish.

And apparently I do, too, because a semi started to roll into the parking lot and I jumped up to see it clearly. People stared and the semi waited patiently, as if waiting for someone.

As if waiting for me. I felt drawn to the semi and I couldn't help it as my feet moved me closer. The guys didn't even stop me.

"Get in," the driver must have called. The voice was deep with authority, but it was warm and it soothed me. I opened the passenger door, unable to control my arm, and I hopped in.

And I stared in confusion at the empty driver's seat.

"I have been waiting for you," the voice said through the speakers as the engine rumbled. We pulled away from the school and the semi reached top speed in moments.

I had doubts I would be returning to this school.

Author's Note:

This is an experiment! I wanted to see what would happen x3 What do you guys think? Is it worthy to be continued?

I only own "I"! xD