I'll give you a basic rundown of the pranks before lunch.
History: spit wads, paper balls, and whispered insults. Someone save me! One kid grabbed my ass and I hit him, cutting my hand on his braces.
Art: nothing. Lily kept looking around, waiting, but I think Jack's cold, obsidian eyes frightened away any idiots who might've wanted to mess with me. Or it might have been my blood knuckles.
English: tripped twice, hair pulled three times, and some idiot hooked his foot around the back legs of my desk and dragged me around a bit. It finally stopped when I copied him, doing it to the girl in front of me. She cussed him out and I was left in peace.
Homeroom: books knocked on the floor, chair yanked out as I tried to sit down (no I didn't fall, what kind of a yutz do you think I am?), and another storm of spit wads and paper balls. Jeez, what was this, second grade?
And at lunch, oh glory of glories, I finally met Geneva Carson.
