Another boring day at school,thankfully it was the last class of the day. Sitting in the classroom I drummed my fingernails on the table absentmind. Looking at the clock, I groaned wishing I had mind powers to make the minute hand faster. I tried a few times...didn't work. I was still drumming my fingers on the table,but stopped when a hand was placed on mine Looking at the hand,my eyes travled up the arm to the face. My blue eyes met a pair of brown eyes,which belonged to my brother Sam Wit-"Ok, Mr. Witwicky you're up." said the teacher. My brother gathered all his stuff while mumbling,"Sorry I got alot of stuff." No shit Sherlock."Okay, for my family..."he stopped as a small paper ball hit him."Who did...Who did that? People! Responsibity."stated the teacher. I growled, I knew exactly who did that. Looking over my shoulder, behind me sat...Trent. The man whore in the whole school. He looked at me as I glared back. He bit his bottom lip and winked at me. I rolled my eyes and tried to force back the vomit that was trying to surface. Damn I hate that guy with a passion. "So thats the story right? And here we have some of the basic instrument and tools used by the 19th century seamen."he said. the class laughed as the teacher held up a stop sign. Really? A freaking stop sign really? "This here is the quadrant which you can get for 80 bucks. Its all for sale by the way. Like this sextant here." Once again the class laughed. I groaned to myself and placed my head in the palm of my hands. Why, why must I be related to him. I've been a good girl, why me? I raised my head up as the teacher spoke. "Mr. Witwicky, this isnt show and sell. Its the 11th grade I dont think that your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing."stated the teacher. Yes preach on, tell him like it is teach. "I know, I'm sorry, I just...you know, this is all going to my car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay-" right there is where i tuned him out. I love my brother, really I do, but sometimes I'm embarrassed to say I'm related to him. rubbing my temples, I could still hear Sam embarrassing hisself. Luckly the bell rung. Quickly as i could I ran out of the classroom door. After putting my things in my locker, I closed it and came face to face with...guess who..Trent. "What do you want Trent?" i asked annoyed. " I just came to see how my favorite girl was doing."he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk pass him, but he grabbed me around the waist. "Hold on there babe where ya going?""Let go of me Trent."I growled while trying to get away from him. "Why? You know you cant resisted me."he said leaning in. My eyes widen this asshole is finna kiss me. Thinking quickly I stomped on his foot as hard as i could. When he released me I bitch slapped him and ran away from him. That jerk. Walking out of the school doors, I saw my dad parked near the school. Hopping in the back seat,"Hey dad." i said."Hey! Sweetheart did you get your three A's?" he asked. "Yep sure did." I replied showing him my grades. We made a deal if I brought home three A's home, dad would pay for my half of the car,that Sam and I were going to share."Alright kiddo a deal is a deal."said dad. Finally i spotted my brother running to the car shouting 'yes' over and over again. Jumping in the car like I did, he started waving a piece of paper around. "It's an A- but it's still an A."said Sam grinning like a mad man. "Wait, wait I can't see." said dad trying to grab the sheet from Sam."So we good?"asked Sam."Yeah you're good."replied dad. Yay we are on our way to find a new car!