(A/N) I know everyone's sad about Spinelli dying but don't worry, she'll be back. And this here will be a good story too please give it a chance.
Rosetta's POV
We didn't have supper in the house. Which I was sad about and happy. Sad because it's the time we eat good food and socialize with each other, happy because all it would be is an awkward silence with death glares aimed at me.
School was worse. I was the official loser of the century. I had no friends. No one liked me anyway and there was no way I wanted to be with them.
You had the teachers pets, nerds, jocks, sluts, cheerleaders, punks, emos so on and so on. To me, I was the only normal person in the school.
"So today class, we shall do this equation since half the people in this class are retards..."The teacher's voice droned as he unenthusiastically explained what we were doing.
No one paid attention. The blonde girls turned to each other, laughed, giggled and gossiped.
The boys mucked about throwing paper airplanes while the people who stayed up playing their x-box slept.
I stared out the window. Heaven's tears crashed on earth, making it splatter everywhere.
I heard small thumping noises. I looked to see a fly bashing it's head up the window.
Bang, bang, bang!
It wanted to be free. I stared as it crashed and crashed trying to get free from this prison.
"Excuse me, Miss Detweiler?" I turned my head to the teacher.
He pointed to the question on the board.
I stood up to answer.
"Answer," The teacher said.
I looked at the answer. I knew how to work it out but I couldn't be bothered to.
"Don't know." I finally said lazily.
"This class is a classic example of a complete retard." The teacher smartly said.
The class sniggered.
I rolled my eyes ready to take a seat.
"Miss Detweiler, don't roll them eyes at me!" The teacher shouted. "are you any chance related to Rory Detweiler?"
I didn't say anything. I just looked at my desk.
Should I say yes or no? Yes we were related but he doesn't want to be.
I just sat down without answering.
"See me after class." The teacher hissed.
…
The bell rang and the class emptied but I sat on the chair not moving an inch but stared at my desk.
"What a retard!" One of the blonde girls giggled looking at me.
'Sluts!' I thought.
"Miss Detweiler!" The teacher shouted as the class cleared.
I didn't look up at him.
"Listen to me, Detweiler!" he spat my last name. "If you're anything like your brother, I suggest you keep a low profile for after teaching him, I've learned to toughen up and this time round when I'm teaching another Detweiler, I won't go as easy! Capish!" he spat.
I didn't say anything.
I got up silently and walked off.
"I've got an eye on you, Rosetta!"
I walked on.
'stalker.' I thought.