I get up from the bed, roll my eyes, and proceeded to get changed. God, I hated my dad so much. As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to share the same house as him, he was going to go to my school to make a statement about the murder that happened yesterday.
"COMING!" I yelled.
I finished my breakfast, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with orange juice, and hurried out the door leaving behind my pathetic excuse of a father who was fumbling after me.
"Look I know it's hard for you. Your teacher just got murdered after all."
I puff my cheeks and blow air. It was horrible, but not as horrible as having to walk into the school with my dad. "Yeah, let's just hurry. And pleease don't embarrass me."
We get to the school. My dad finally shuts off that horrible stuff that always plays on the radio. As you can see, I only like underground obscure stuff (like bring me the horizon, a day to remember, and all time low).
I shut the door behind me, my father walks right next to me so I try to speed up my walking. God forbid the people at my school see me being escorted by my father. Who does that in High School?
Finally I lost him, I thought. But not before he could scream at me from the bottom of the stairs, "GOOD LUCK AT SCHOOL TODAY! REMEMBER, IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY. I WILL GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS!"
I turned crimson red. How was I going to pretend that that didn't just happen when everyone clearly knows who I am, and who he is. "You brought your dad to school? How lame." Tate, my worst nemesis, snickers. Beside him was Kit, one of my best friends at school.
"FYI it wasn't my choice. He has to be here, he's the head of the police department." I say to him.
"I take it that he's working the murder of Mr. Drake?" Kit asks.
I spot him wearing a black BMTH shirt and my eyes turn into saucers. "I LOVE THAT BAND! HOW DO YOU KNOW THEM?"
His eyes grow as big as mine as he gasps, "I saw them last fall playing at an underground show. I've been a fan since."
I didn't mention that I discovered the bad 7 years ago because I was too happy to find someone that shared my same interests.
"Actually, Tate was the one who intro-." Kit started to say but then Tate shoves him.
"Let's just go to class."
We got to class, I sit next to Violet and Tate and Kit sit behind us. It was weird being in a classroom where a dead guy used to teach. People were crying all around us, even Violet.
"He was my favorite teacher," Violet explains.
"We only had him for a day," Madison snaps.
Violet looks down and doesn't say anything. "So what does that matter you broom for hairs little witch!"
Madison's pose gasps while Violet, Kit, and even Tate, are dying of laughter. I give her a smirk. That was for yesterday, I say to myself.
"Ugh!" is all Madison says, and she turns back to face the front with her arms crossed across her chest.
"That was hilarious!" Violet says before my dad walks in and I have to pray to the gods that it will be over soon.