Hey babes :) So I used to have written a normal high school story but I took it down, I dont recall why. Anyways, I have become a better writer and I feel that I should express myself more in terms of writing styles. This is loosely based on my own life, please do not assume everything here happened to me, especially the happy ending (that this story will have). feel like talking to somebody but I never have anybody to talk to about. So here we go, your not so average high school story.

BEATRICE

"Pencils down." I breathe a sigh of relief and trudge to the front of the room, bracing myself for the shaking heads, the degrading looks, and the below 90 at the top of the page. I know it's going to happen, it always does. For two years, my mind has been pushed to the limit, and it didn't help that I was surrounded by the best in the city, all fighting for one thing ; the highest grade. Fucking nerds. Was it worth it mom and dad, pushing me so far to go to a school I never even wanted to attend in the first place that it leads to me sobbing in the corner of the prep classes dingy floor? Wasting thousands of dollars for something YOU want for me.

"Bea? You there?" he screams. I jump at the volume, and indistinctively elbow my verbal attacker in the gut. "Oh my gosh Will, I'm so sorry!"

"Damn Bea, you pack one hell of a punch."

Will's pretty much been the one person who has helped me throughout this mental torture: mentally obviously. He held me in the school bathroom's as I just sobbed the horrors away. I consistently envy him because of his natural talent of intelligence. But then, he helps me out and I regret having any of those thoughts immediately.

"Come on, lets get out of this hellhole." "Lets." I say, as I hook my arm around his. I hop into his car as he speeds off to Kathy's Coffee. And now,

I have bliss.

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"You know what, Fuck You Matthews."

It was an average day, me trudging to my immediate demise and drop in self esteem to the deviled Mrs. Matthews's Science class. She was a Harvard Graduate and invented the Peace Serum. How she ended up teaching a high school is beyond me. She had scolded me for being three minutes late, claiming that I was a "traumatized hooligan with no future in life." As punishment, she had me state the Periodic Table in fifteen seconds or I would be sent to detention for the tenth time this week. I guess my mind got fed up of her bullshit before my body did because the words rolled off of my tongue, with me realizing it only after they were spoken. And here we are now.

"Excuse me Beatrice. How dare you use that sort of langua-" I guess I'm feeling ultimately insane today, because I keep talking. "No Mrs. Matthews. You listen to me." I turn my attention towards the class, now directing my words to everybody.

"I have hated this fucking classroom for my entire life here. I have hated every single one of you. So what, call me a hooligan, out of order, a fucking retard. Because I don't care. 'Hey, who needs a girlfriend when you know how to fix a plane?' I hope you all go to hell. Except you Will, I love you. All you guys care about is grades, and to be honest, most of you will crack eventually, like I did today. But for you guys, you will crack even harder. You will crack into a million pieces, because you have been held together for too long. Tell me, how is finding algebraic equations and the square root of 3,743 going to help ANY of you in life? It won't. So once again, fuck you all." I conclude.

Everyone stares at me with wide eyes, as I walk out of the petrified classroom. I sprint over to my locker, grab my coat, and drive into oblivion. The hell I'm going to get for this stunt today is unimaginable. But really,

I don't care anymore.

Hope you guys liked this chapter, going to update pretty often because this story is so personal to me. I love you guys and good luck :)