I was late. By 5 minutes. Not really that surprising.

Honsestly! the teacher should get used to it. I'm almost always late. I know, it's a new school and all (Yes, my teacher got used to me being late at my old school, and that was NOT one of the reasons they kicked me out), but they should know. Unfortunately, my new teacher was NOT into lateness. (Okay, okay, maybe it was. A little. I mean,. how does she expect us to arrive at school by 8:00? Honestly!)

Well, Mrs. Finchikins (Jeez, who has a surname like Finckikins?) made sure to give a lecture about lateness and punkness. Oh, wait, I'm pretty sure that was punctiality. Or something. She just woudn't understand school was like a mile away from home.

And the girls at the back, the popular gang, whose names I learnt was Kelli, Tammi, Emi, Alexi, and Inniai (Who names their child Inniai?), smirked while whispering to each other, and I shot them death glares. They got the message, and shut up.

I should mention our school is the School of the Talented. So you had to have a prretty good talent to get in. I bet Kelli's is being crap. And Temmi's is being terrible. And Emi's is...you get the idea, huh?

The day dragged on and on. I could pratically hear Kelli whisper to Temmi in history: "Look and Felicia! I mean, no normal person has blue eyes and red hair! And seriosly, just look at her hideous shirt!"

I wanted to snap: "Well, a lot of people do have red hair and blue eyes, so shut your face and mind your own business. Oh, and you pronounced hideous wrong." But of course, that'll get me in trouble. Again.

I looked down at my silver shirt. It had captial letters all jumbled up together. No, wait, I'm sure it wasn't jumbled up, it was just my ADHD and dylexia, I think. I took a closer look.

And I closed my eyes and groaned. I mean, it had : FELICIA SELENE FLAMMA printed on it. Aaargh! It was a fan shirt of Daughter of the Moon, and it WAS my real name, so dad decided to get it for me. I can't believe it...of all the choices, this shirt? I mean, I wasn't a big fan of the movie...or this shirt. And for my name...? I do not need to whole world seeing it, thank you very much.

Then, in science I heard Emi say to her lab parterner, who just so happens to be Inniai, : "I bet Felicia's face is made of mixed acids."

i wanted to scream at her: "Seriously? No one's face can be made of acid, canem."
Oops. I let that swear word loose. I usually don't swear. But swearing in latin has an upside. I mean, no one can understand it.

It was finally in Enlish, when Temmi whispered to Alexi : "Oh my god! Felicia's surname is Flamma? I mean, FLAMMA?"

I lost my temper. "Shut up, you futuo canem!" I stood up, glaring at everyone.

Oh, Pluto's underwear. I just said, Shut up, you fucking bitch. I feel so much better.

But apparently, Alexi and Emi seemed to get it. "Did you just call us..."

And unfortunetly for me, the English teacher seemed to get it too. "Felicia, we don't swear in class, now, do we?"
I shook my head, and sat down.

"especially at the teacher." The English teacher, whom I didn't hear what her name was, continued.

"I wasn't calling you, I was talking to Alexi and Emi." I said.

The english teacher hurrumphed. "Go to the head's office, with this note." She handed me a note.

"Swearing in Class"

Alexia giggled, and I shot her a death glare, and stomped out to the head's office. The head's name was Mr. Chiron Brunner. At least he took pity on me and let me go to my other class. In other words, at least he had some sense!

Finally, FINALLY it was lunch time. FINALLY. Time for revenge.