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L.A. Invasion- Chapter 3: Down And Dirty
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Riley's POV
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I walked into the living room, dropping my backpack on the floor and plopping myself down on the couch.
Having the remote in my hand, ready to turn on the television, my mother decided to walk in. One of her planned 'nag on the kid' events.
"This is strange, you're actually in the living area, instead of your chamber." She said slightly laughing at her own joke.
I didn't crack a smile, I just started at the blank screen. Hoping that she'd leave soon, I wasn't in the mood to talk to her.
Just my luck, she sat down on the sofa next to me. "So tell me, how was Degrassi?"
"Fine." I mumbled.
"Just fine?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Well, at least tell me how your day was." My mother said in a considerate voice.
I sat up, "It sucked. Okay? I hate it and I hate being here!" Stomping my feet silently against the beige carpet, I left the room.
Sure, I lied. I didn't hate Degrassi that much, but I couldn't let her be right. Not this time. I wanted her to feel guilty. I know she's trying to be helpful and understanding, but it's just not working. I'm just annoyed I guess, I loathe the fact that we had to move and now that my parents aren't together, well to be blunt, it fucking blows.
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Spinner's POV
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We sat in Mrs. Kwan's English class listening to her give out, yet again, another project.
The good thing about this god forsaken class is that I sit behind Riley, you know, the new girl. The bad thing is, she never talks to me unless I tap her on the shoulder to get her attention. And even then it's not too nice it's more like. . .
"Stop touching me, idiot!" I'd laugh every time she would say it, because it was in this whisper, so our teacher wouldn't hear. But you could automatically tell she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at me.
"And so, which brings me to the topic of this assignment. You are to have a partner and start by reading the book I assign to you. Then, you will make a diagram of the story, and the time it was set in. Lastly, you will write a four page summary about the project and your partner." Mrs. Kwan said.
Oh great, another big project. One that will probably be worth half of my grade.
I must of said that second part out loud because the next words out of Mrs. Kwan's mouth were, "Why yes, Gavin. This assignment is going to be worth exactly half of your grade."
I rolled my eyes, she has to be the worst teacher at Degrassi. And the pairing up people to work with hadn't even started yet.
"All right, Riley you'll be with," She paused glancing down at her class list. "Gavin."
Wait, did I say that Mrs. Kwan was the worst teacher here? I meant she's the best! She should actually be honored with an award.
"Gavin? Who's Gavin?" Riley asked looking around the classroom.
I tapped her on the shoulder. "That would be me."
Her eyes widened. "Spinner? No way! Mrs. Kwan you can't partner me with Spinner."
"I can, and I will." Our teacher said sternly.
Riley let out a dramatic huff and turned around to glare at me. "I'm not doing this, not with you."
"The world is a cold, cold place. That's what I'm for baby." I said smugly and she rolled her eyes, returning her head to its previous position.
L.A. Invasion- Chapter 3: Down And Dirty
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Riley's POV
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I walked into the living room, dropping my backpack on the floor and plopping myself down on the couch.
Having the remote in my hand, ready to turn on the television, my mother decided to walk in. One of her planned 'nag on the kid' events.
"This is strange, you're actually in the living area, instead of your chamber." She said slightly laughing at her own joke.
I didn't crack a smile, I just started at the blank screen. Hoping that she'd leave soon, I wasn't in the mood to talk to her.
Just my luck, she sat down on the sofa next to me. "So tell me, how was Degrassi?"
"Fine." I mumbled.
"Just fine?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Well, at least tell me how your day was." My mother said in a considerate voice.
I sat up, "It sucked. Okay? I hate it and I hate being here!" Stomping my feet silently against the beige carpet, I left the room.
Sure, I lied. I didn't hate Degrassi that much, but I couldn't let her be right. Not this time. I wanted her to feel guilty. I know she's trying to be helpful and understanding, but it's just not working. I'm just annoyed I guess, I loathe the fact that we had to move and now that my parents aren't together, well to be blunt, it fucking blows.
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Spinner's POV
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We sat in Mrs. Kwan's English class listening to her give out, yet again, another project.
The good thing about this god forsaken class is that I sit behind Riley, you know, the new girl. The bad thing is, she never talks to me unless I tap her on the shoulder to get her attention. And even then it's not too nice it's more like. . .
"Stop touching me, idiot!" I'd laugh every time she would say it, because it was in this whisper, so our teacher wouldn't hear. But you could automatically tell she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs at me.
"And so, which brings me to the topic of this assignment. You are to have a partner and start by reading the book I assign to you. Then, you will make a diagram of the story, and the time it was set in. Lastly, you will write a four page summary about the project and your partner." Mrs. Kwan said.
Oh great, another big project. One that will probably be worth half of my grade.
I must of said that second part out loud because the next words out of Mrs. Kwan's mouth were, "Why yes, Gavin. This assignment is going to be worth exactly half of your grade."
I rolled my eyes, she has to be the worst teacher at Degrassi. And the pairing up people to work with hadn't even started yet.
"All right, Riley you'll be with," She paused glancing down at her class list. "Gavin."
Wait, did I say that Mrs. Kwan was the worst teacher here? I meant she's the best! She should actually be honored with an award.
"Gavin? Who's Gavin?" Riley asked looking around the classroom.
I tapped her on the shoulder. "That would be me."
Her eyes widened. "Spinner? No way! Mrs. Kwan you can't partner me with Spinner."
"I can, and I will." Our teacher said sternly.
Riley let out a dramatic huff and turned around to glare at me. "I'm not doing this, not with you."
"The world is a cold, cold place. That's what I'm for baby." I said smugly and she rolled her eyes, returning her head to its previous position.