I love painting. With a burning passion. I literally could spend all day painting anything. That is why I spend all fricking day waiting for sixth block. Then I can paint to my hearts desire for a whole stinking hour.
But for now I get to listen to Ms. Corey ramble about Algebra. I seriously don't give a damn what x equals. Heck, for all I care it could just disappear, and then there would be no reason for this stupid idiotic waste-of-time class. (If you haven't noticed, I don't really like math.)
On my first test, I got a hundred. Then I just got tired of the stupid subject, and circled x on all the answers, and wrote "here it is". When she handed it back with a zero, I complained, noting that she had asked me to find x, and I had quite clearly labeled where it was. That earned me my first detention. I had a great nap. Needless to say, Mom was not very happy. Her lecture at home was much worse than the detention.
I walk out into the throng of students, running to catch up with Emma and Ben.
"Do you want to come to the park?" asked Ben "Emma and I were going to go torment the ducks."
"I never say no to a good hour of duck-tormenting."
Seriously, Ben is so clueless sometimes. He doesn't even notice that Emma has been staring at him every time he looks away. And she still tells me how hot my Dad is every time she sees him. Not that I don't think he's hot. (Ben, not my Dad.) I swear to god he wakes up in the morning, sweeps his blonde hair out of his face and looks perfect.