Casey...

English. My favorite subject but also my least. I love reading, writing, or anything that has to do with literature. But what I'm not fond of is the close minded teachers at my school. The teachers who only want to teach the works of men. Men dominated the world then and now they are trying to keep the rising opposite sex beneath them. Shakespeare is known by everyone, but what about the just as good, if not better, female writers? Charlotte Bronte, Emily Dickenson, Jane Austin, Maya Angelou are only a few. This school wants to keep the women in their place, but I'm nobodies fool.

"Ok class, today we will be discussing Ernest Hemingway-"

"Hemingway?" I interrupted? "He was a drunk who didn't even know how to write a simple story. Why do we have to be subjected to singing his praises when he isn't even worthy to be considered a half price books author?"

"As opposed to a stuck up princess who never knows when to keep her mouth shut." responded a voice from behind.

I automatically knew who it was. "And I guess..." I turned to face Andrew "...being an asshole makes you think you're worth anyone's time."

"Alright that's enough!" said my english teacher. "Look Casey, thank you for your opinion but please keep your mouth shut."

"NO! This is completely archaic! Shutting the woman up so that the man can have his ego fed."

"Miss McDonald, please don't act like you know what discrimination is like when you are handed everything by your daddy. You drive a new car, you have..." he looked down at my ripped jeans and "The raincoats" concert tee "...or could have the latest fashions. You're a rich girl that is that."

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. "Anything else?"

"Go to the office, I've had just about enough of you." he turned and walked back to his podium.

I shook my head and gave another eye roll then I was off to the office but not before I hit the back of Andrew's head with my backpack.

"Mr. Torrence did you see that?" he whined.

"Shut up" he replied simply.

The office knew me pretty well, in fact, I think I had a chair there with the words "Girl who speaks her mind" carved in. I never actually had to see the principal, he was always busy with the juvenile fire alarm pullers and the weed smokers. So, I usually had to go see the guidance councelor Miss Pruitt.

When I walked in she was in the middle of writing a steamy love story that she had been working on for the past two months. Every time I came to see her she was typing more about the hot love affair between Olivia Pruitt (coincidence?) and Javier Gonzalez. The rich heiress and the sexy pool boy. Safe to say, if this novel ever did get published it would be one of those books you see at gas stations or in the $1 bin at borders.

"With his strong hand, Javier slowly slipped off Olivia's silk nightgown and began to-"

I knocked on the door before I could hear anymore. "Ms. Pruitt?"

She looked up at me and closed the computar with a smile on her face like she was hiding something. "Ms. McDonald. I haven't seen you since...yesterday."

I sat down in the chair across from her and sighed. I crossed my arms and sat back to listen to whatever B.S she was going to try and shove on me.

"I think you and I both know you need to cease these shenanigan's and stop reeking havoc on your teachers."

I rolled my eyes "You make it sound like speaking my mind is some sort of heinous crime."

Ms. Pruitt chuckled like she thought I was just the most charming girl on the planet when in reality I knew she was getting annoyed of having to see me on a regular basis.

"Casey, I've heard the kids around school, and I know you have a reputation of being...oh what's the word...?"

"Tempestuous....?"

"Frigid bitch was the phrase used most often. You might want to work on that. Ok?"

I half laughed and picked up my bag to leave. "As always, thank you for your amazing guidance." I added sarcastically.

She shot me a glance and I was out the door but not before a short lanky kid ran into me.

"Sorry" he said nervously. "It's my first day here."

I looked at him then walked away. I wasn't in the mood to hear anyone's sob story, I'm nobodies shoulder to cry on.