Chapter Two:
Well, where did we leave off? Oh right. I'm telling you how screwed up my life is.
Let's just say school isn't the greatest. Teachers try to "help" you. Students always try to figure out what's happening.
Well, let's talk about what happened at school today…
I didn't bother paying attention in class.
I'm currently in math. It's run by the ever so pleasant, Ms. Hudson… I was being sarcastic, if you couldn't tell. She has no soul. Dallas returned from the hospital after getting his appendix removed. She asked if he did his homework. Obviously, he didn't. She gave him a failing grade.
She's at the board, lecturing to us again.
I roll my eyes, and I look towards the window.
"Ms. Dawson, am I boring you?"
I looked over to her with annoyance.
"Yes."
Chuckles escaped from my classmates.
"Well, Ms. Dawson, you c-"
I ignore her, and look back out the window.
"I'm speaking to you!" She yells.
I sit up in my seat, and look at her.
"And I'm not listening!" I yell back.
Her face scrunched up in rage.
"I do not what has gotten into you but-"
"You want to know what has gotten into me!? Well, let's see! My MOM'S DEAD. That's what has gotten into me! I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO UNDERSTAND, SO STOP TRYING TO!"
"You do not speak to me that way. Go to the principal's office and come back when you have a sense of respect."
I picked up my bag, and my book. "Don't count on it," Then I walked out of the classroom.
They don't get it. They don't know what it's like to see someone die right before your eyes.
Let's just say, things didn't go so well after that…
I sat in the principal's office. "Ms. Dawson. Your behavior is out of line, and students have noticed scars on your arms. I'm doing this for your own good. I called your father, and we're sending you to a different school. A school for..troubled kids."
"You're kidding right?"
He wasn't kidding. I'm literally at a boarding school for troubled kids. How nice.
My life just went from bad to worse. Woo hoo, extra hoo.