By the time I finished talking to the coach and getting my uniform
and everything, I'd already missed first period. Kerry assured me that she
would get the assignment that I missed and give my teacher an explanation
as to why.
I thanked her and left with a note to go to my second period. I hated Math. I was a junior and I was already in Calculus.
I didn't understand it. I loved English with a passion and I loved to write stories, but I did horribly in class. But Math... I hated Math as much as I loved English, but I did well in the class, even if I didn't understand it.
Just as Mrs. Barrera called my name on the role, I walked in the door.
"Rayne Summers?" She called.
"Here!" I called, handing her the note and finding my seat. She gave me a look of disgust and went on with the role. She hated all athletes. But most of all, she hated cheerleaders. I was going to have to work hard in her class that year.
"Hey Gorgeous," Mark Jones whispered from behind me. I gave him the finger and he cringed in false pain.
"Sandra," I said, plain and simple. 'Be true, bastard!' I thought to myself. I really didn't like Mark. Dave was a sweetheart though. I smiled at Dave and he nodded in response.
"How was last night?" I asked Dave, referring to his date with Maria the night before. Dave Sanchez was hopelessly in love with Maria. I couldn't blame him. She was a really sweet girl and he was a sweet guy. They were made for each other.
"It was nice," Dave said. He didn't say many things. He was still shy around me. I didn't know why. I'd known him since I was ten. I smiled at him.
"Miss Summers! Are you in this class to socialize or for the knowledge I am here to teach you?" Mrs. Barrera snapped. I shrunk in my seat.
"Of course she's here to learn!" My cousin, Karl, piped in.
"I wasn't asking you Mr. Matthews! Now... Where was I?" Mrs. Barrera turned around and went back to the bored. She began writing problems on the board. That class was going to be work. I'd have to work twice as hard as everyone else to get a decent grade in there. At least I was planning on doing anything else that year.
That hour seemed to be about six hours, but finally it ended. As soon as the bell rang, I picked up my things and quickly hurried for the door. However, I wasn't fast enough.
"Miss Summers!" Mrs. Barrera called. I froze and slowly turned around.
"Yes?" I asked innocently. Karl laughed and Mark gave me a vengeful look.
"Can I have a word with you?" She asked. I walked over to her desk and waited for the room to clear.
"I want you to know that there is no chance that you are going to get an "A" in my class. You can work harder than any body else and score the highest on everything. You will not have an "A" in here," Mrs. Barrera looked at my with her beady little black eyes. I stared back at her hatefully and defiantly.
"Okay," I spat at her. I spun around then and walked out the door before she could say another word.
_______________
The next to classes went well. Chemistry was somehow easy for me. I understood everything and I was good at memorizing things. French was also an easy subject. I loved my teacher, Monsieur Massicotte and he favored me.
After those classes, I had lunch with all of my crew. And then left the cafeteria with Karl. My friend Shawna came up to me with a look that said, "Oh my God! You are not gonna believe what just happened!"
"What is it?" I asked curiously. Karl looked at her, puzzled.
"Oh my God! You are so not gonna believe this!" She cried. She was so excited she didn't have time to breathe.
"Try me," I said nonchalantly.
"Mark Jones just broke up with Sandra!" She squealed. Shawna'd had a crush on Mark since she'd known him. Karl's eyes widened in shock.
"What the Hell is he thinking?" I cried out in disgust. "Where is he?"
"In the cafeteria," She said, looking puzzled. I stalked into the cafeteria and found the table full of jocks. Mark was already sitting with another whore in his lap.
"Markus Grant!" I shouted his first and middle names at him. "What the Hell were you thinking breaking up with her? You had no reason to!"
"Calm down Gorgeous! I just wasn't feeling it anymore. If you know what I mean!" Mark and all of his jock friends laughed it his disgusting humor. Lila, the girl in his lap began kissing his neck.
"Bastard! You disgust me! You're repulsive! Fucking die!" I shouted. I turned around and hurried out. Mark and all of his friends laughed behind me. I knew that Sandra would be in the nearest bathroom with Maria.
As soon as I got to the door, I could hear Sandra ranting between sobs.
"What was he thinking dumping ME?!" She cried. Maria comforted her.
"I know. I know, Hon. It's not you. You're too good for him. You deserve better," Maria whispered.
"Can you believe that jackass?" I said, storming into the bathroom. "He's already got that whore, Lila Morban, ALL over him! C'mon Sandy, you're so much better than him!" Sandra suddenly stopped crying.
"You're right," She dried her eyes and stormed out. Maria and I followed her into the cafeteria and right up to Mark's table. Dave came up beside Maria and put his arm around her. She smiled softly and quickly turned her attention back to Sandra.
"I don't know what the Hell I was thinking EVER going out with you... You good for nothing!" She fumed. Mark just looked at her in amazement. "I wasted eight months of my life on YOU! I thought I loved you! How the Hell could any one but that trash love you?" She pointed at Lila.
"Hey, bitch! Calm down!" Mark cried angrily. He stood up.
"I will calm down!" With that, Sandra threw milk all over Mark and Lila and turned around. Then she stopped and said over her shoulder.
"Now... I've calmed down." Then she walked out. Everyone applauded her on her victory, including all of Mark's friends, who had all gotten up and were leaving that table and going to different tables.
~*~*~
See? Things were so simple. Of course, that was a bit crazy and usually things like that didn't happen often. But it was still more normal than now.
I thanked her and left with a note to go to my second period. I hated Math. I was a junior and I was already in Calculus.
I didn't understand it. I loved English with a passion and I loved to write stories, but I did horribly in class. But Math... I hated Math as much as I loved English, but I did well in the class, even if I didn't understand it.
Just as Mrs. Barrera called my name on the role, I walked in the door.
"Rayne Summers?" She called.
"Here!" I called, handing her the note and finding my seat. She gave me a look of disgust and went on with the role. She hated all athletes. But most of all, she hated cheerleaders. I was going to have to work hard in her class that year.
"Hey Gorgeous," Mark Jones whispered from behind me. I gave him the finger and he cringed in false pain.
"Sandra," I said, plain and simple. 'Be true, bastard!' I thought to myself. I really didn't like Mark. Dave was a sweetheart though. I smiled at Dave and he nodded in response.
"How was last night?" I asked Dave, referring to his date with Maria the night before. Dave Sanchez was hopelessly in love with Maria. I couldn't blame him. She was a really sweet girl and he was a sweet guy. They were made for each other.
"It was nice," Dave said. He didn't say many things. He was still shy around me. I didn't know why. I'd known him since I was ten. I smiled at him.
"Miss Summers! Are you in this class to socialize or for the knowledge I am here to teach you?" Mrs. Barrera snapped. I shrunk in my seat.
"Of course she's here to learn!" My cousin, Karl, piped in.
"I wasn't asking you Mr. Matthews! Now... Where was I?" Mrs. Barrera turned around and went back to the bored. She began writing problems on the board. That class was going to be work. I'd have to work twice as hard as everyone else to get a decent grade in there. At least I was planning on doing anything else that year.
That hour seemed to be about six hours, but finally it ended. As soon as the bell rang, I picked up my things and quickly hurried for the door. However, I wasn't fast enough.
"Miss Summers!" Mrs. Barrera called. I froze and slowly turned around.
"Yes?" I asked innocently. Karl laughed and Mark gave me a vengeful look.
"Can I have a word with you?" She asked. I walked over to her desk and waited for the room to clear.
"I want you to know that there is no chance that you are going to get an "A" in my class. You can work harder than any body else and score the highest on everything. You will not have an "A" in here," Mrs. Barrera looked at my with her beady little black eyes. I stared back at her hatefully and defiantly.
"Okay," I spat at her. I spun around then and walked out the door before she could say another word.
_______________
The next to classes went well. Chemistry was somehow easy for me. I understood everything and I was good at memorizing things. French was also an easy subject. I loved my teacher, Monsieur Massicotte and he favored me.
After those classes, I had lunch with all of my crew. And then left the cafeteria with Karl. My friend Shawna came up to me with a look that said, "Oh my God! You are not gonna believe what just happened!"
"What is it?" I asked curiously. Karl looked at her, puzzled.
"Oh my God! You are so not gonna believe this!" She cried. She was so excited she didn't have time to breathe.
"Try me," I said nonchalantly.
"Mark Jones just broke up with Sandra!" She squealed. Shawna'd had a crush on Mark since she'd known him. Karl's eyes widened in shock.
"What the Hell is he thinking?" I cried out in disgust. "Where is he?"
"In the cafeteria," She said, looking puzzled. I stalked into the cafeteria and found the table full of jocks. Mark was already sitting with another whore in his lap.
"Markus Grant!" I shouted his first and middle names at him. "What the Hell were you thinking breaking up with her? You had no reason to!"
"Calm down Gorgeous! I just wasn't feeling it anymore. If you know what I mean!" Mark and all of his jock friends laughed it his disgusting humor. Lila, the girl in his lap began kissing his neck.
"Bastard! You disgust me! You're repulsive! Fucking die!" I shouted. I turned around and hurried out. Mark and all of his friends laughed behind me. I knew that Sandra would be in the nearest bathroom with Maria.
As soon as I got to the door, I could hear Sandra ranting between sobs.
"What was he thinking dumping ME?!" She cried. Maria comforted her.
"I know. I know, Hon. It's not you. You're too good for him. You deserve better," Maria whispered.
"Can you believe that jackass?" I said, storming into the bathroom. "He's already got that whore, Lila Morban, ALL over him! C'mon Sandy, you're so much better than him!" Sandra suddenly stopped crying.
"You're right," She dried her eyes and stormed out. Maria and I followed her into the cafeteria and right up to Mark's table. Dave came up beside Maria and put his arm around her. She smiled softly and quickly turned her attention back to Sandra.
"I don't know what the Hell I was thinking EVER going out with you... You good for nothing!" She fumed. Mark just looked at her in amazement. "I wasted eight months of my life on YOU! I thought I loved you! How the Hell could any one but that trash love you?" She pointed at Lila.
"Hey, bitch! Calm down!" Mark cried angrily. He stood up.
"I will calm down!" With that, Sandra threw milk all over Mark and Lila and turned around. Then she stopped and said over her shoulder.
"Now... I've calmed down." Then she walked out. Everyone applauded her on her victory, including all of Mark's friends, who had all gotten up and were leaving that table and going to different tables.
~*~*~
See? Things were so simple. Of course, that was a bit crazy and usually things like that didn't happen often. But it was still more normal than now.