Part 4....so sorry guys....
Liz groaned inwardly as she glanced first at the worn granite steps leading up to the brick school building. It's bigger then my last school so that's a plus. Much more hiding space...
Liz is jolted out of her thoughts when she runs into someone. Muttering an apology, she continues into the school and ignores the cold stare the jock gives her.
"1317...1317.....1317..." She keeps whispering her locker number until she finally reaches it, "Alright, 25....35...13.." After Liz finishes she lifts the handle. It doesn't budge.
"What the fuck?" She tries again and it doesn't open, "This is ridiculous." She tries once more and puts strength into it, ripping the handle off.
"Shit...."
Liz looks around at all of the people staring and glares at them, "What the hell are you all staring at?" She growls and throws her things in the locker and hurries to her Trig class. Good one Parker, break the locker on your first god damn day. Go fucking figure.
"Class we have a new student today.....Elizabeth Parker. Beth could you tell us about yourself."
Liz clenches her jaw ans stands up, "It's Liz not Beth. And no, I don't have anything to say about myself. Sorry if that disappoints and ruins your day." She sits back down, ignoring the surprised and rude looks of her peers.
"Well...Liz," The teacher Liz has already classified as the Bitch emphasies on her name, "I don't tolerate that kind of attitude in my classroom. You've just earned yourself the privilage of doing the first problem." Bitch doesn't say anything else, she just holds the chalk out.
This is going to be one long day. I can tell... Liz thinks as she gets up and smirks, taking the chalk from the teacher.
Liz purposly answers the problem wrong, making the chalk screech against the board and turns to the teacher.
"No that's not the right answer. See me after class Elizabeth."
"Oh yes ma'am."
After the bell rings, Liz walks out, ignoring the teacher as she screams her name. This is too much fun....
Liz fails to notice the boy in the wheelchair watching her, Who IS that girl? He watches her with amazement as she walks into her next class.
Liz groaned inwardly as she glanced first at the worn granite steps leading up to the brick school building. It's bigger then my last school so that's a plus. Much more hiding space...
Liz is jolted out of her thoughts when she runs into someone. Muttering an apology, she continues into the school and ignores the cold stare the jock gives her.
"1317...1317.....1317..." She keeps whispering her locker number until she finally reaches it, "Alright, 25....35...13.." After Liz finishes she lifts the handle. It doesn't budge.
"What the fuck?" She tries again and it doesn't open, "This is ridiculous." She tries once more and puts strength into it, ripping the handle off.
"Shit...."
Liz looks around at all of the people staring and glares at them, "What the hell are you all staring at?" She growls and throws her things in the locker and hurries to her Trig class. Good one Parker, break the locker on your first god damn day. Go fucking figure.
"Class we have a new student today.....Elizabeth Parker. Beth could you tell us about yourself."
Liz clenches her jaw ans stands up, "It's Liz not Beth. And no, I don't have anything to say about myself. Sorry if that disappoints and ruins your day." She sits back down, ignoring the surprised and rude looks of her peers.
"Well...Liz," The teacher Liz has already classified as the Bitch emphasies on her name, "I don't tolerate that kind of attitude in my classroom. You've just earned yourself the privilage of doing the first problem." Bitch doesn't say anything else, she just holds the chalk out.
This is going to be one long day. I can tell... Liz thinks as she gets up and smirks, taking the chalk from the teacher.
Liz purposly answers the problem wrong, making the chalk screech against the board and turns to the teacher.
"No that's not the right answer. See me after class Elizabeth."
"Oh yes ma'am."
After the bell rings, Liz walks out, ignoring the teacher as she screams her name. This is too much fun....
Liz fails to notice the boy in the wheelchair watching her, Who IS that girl? He watches her with amazement as she walks into her next class.