Chapter One
I hate coming here. Why is high school necessary again? Oh yeah, diploma. I hear that some people do make careers without having a diploma. Should I drop? Yeah right. My father would kill me. Not that he would give a shit any way. He even barely notices when I sneak out of the house. He notices nothing right past his nose. Getting wasted every night is the ideal father that I want. My routine every night: stay in my room until he passes out.
Oh fuck, I just realized I'm out of cigarettes. Shit. Now I have to go and get some random Mexican pervert to buy me some. I really hate doing that. The age seventeen sucks. I'm at the point of almost being an adult. Oh well… let this senior year begin. First period is Art, I can deal with a couple of these bastards I guess. I heard the teacher is cool from around school. I can only be the judge of that myself.
"Emma Swan?" That's me. I always hate raising my hand in class, than everybody stares at you. Why can't the teacher just look you up in the year book and just know who you are already instead of bugging every student. People stare at me longer than what I expect. It's because I'm the big gaymo of this school. I like taking the title "lesbian". It makes me feel different than everybody else. I think it kind of has a ring to it. I'm not your average type of girl. Baggy pants and button up shirts are for me. Of course I have to have my black eye liner though. It hides my eyes and my soul.
Around here in this school I like to stick to myself. Friends dropped out and I'm the only one left. At least at night is when we get together. Speaking of I should text Ruby to get me a pack of stogies instead of doing it myself.
Finally stupid bell rang. Now off to second period. French? Why would they give me this class? I barely even speak Spanish. French is useless in this country anyway, unless you live in Europe. Or read the back of shampoo bottles.
Okay…where is this teacher? Must be late. Her name is…Regina Mills. Ms. Mills? Whatever I don't care. I'll just sit in the back as usual and be ignored.
"Sorry I'm late class; Ms. Nolen from around the hall can keep a conversation going."
Goddamn. This woman is hot. Maybe I would mind a little Français. I'm definitely going to need a cigarette after this. Ugh here we go with the roll call again. Almost to the S's.
"Emma Swan?" Show time.
"Here."
"Where?"
"Back here." I said raising a pencil in the air.
"Thank you for coming out of camouflage"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's see here um Daniel Tang?"
Well I guess she can't keep a conversation. Why are all the good looking teachers such bitches? I really need to get out of here.
"Yes? Emma was it?" she answered as I rose my hand.
"Regina is it? Can I use the bathroom?"
"My name is Ms. Mills."
"Ms. Mills, can I use the bathroom?"
"I don't know can you?"
I always hated when teachers gave me that stupid remark.
"May I use the bathroom?"
"Yes you may go use the bathroom."
About fucking time. Through the field I go and out of campus. Goodbye high school. Until next time.
My mother is a crack whore. I never got to meet her. I don't even know if she's still alive. I'm surprised I'm still living with my father. I guess you can say I'm one of those fucked up kids with fucked up parents. Nobody has ever given a shit about me any way really except Ruby. We have been friends since 7th grade. She dropped out of high school sophomore year. I thought I could ride it out but fuck it I'm done.
"Ay did you get my cigs? I'm out of school"
"Bitch where are you at? Did you ditch?"
"Yeah I'm done, nobody has time for me there."
"Foo come to my pad, I got some stoges for us to share."
"Be there in a minute."
Sorry Ms. Mills, your hot body is for me but not your class.