Speak

by sesshomarusshikonmiko

Kagome is probably one of the worst high school students for what happend at one party and she had to call the police. She is now hated by most of the school. Sesshomaru knows somethings wrong but only close friends know her problem. Will Sesshomaru figure out her problem. Read and Find out. Rated M For Language and Adult Situations.

3. Lunch

Lunch

When our first part of classes was done, it was lunch. I wasn't popular with most of the kids at my school so I got glares from every where.

The hot lunch is turkey with reconstituted dried mashed potatoes and gravy, a wet green thing, and a hockey puck of a cookie. I'm not gonna order anything else. It's not like I'm gonna eat this shit anyway!

This eight foot Senior in front of me somehow gets two cheeseburgers, French fries, and a piece of Chocolate cake without saying word. How the hell did that happen? I follow the Telephone Pole into the Cafeteria.

I had to walk pass the Jocks to get to my table. Sounds easy right? No! That was a trick question! It's never easy getting passed Jocks!

I see a few friends_ people I used to think were my friends_ but they look away. Bitches. I feel like crawling under a trash can. Just get out of everyone's view. I could dump my Lunch and run out the door. Or I could-

Thwap! The green thing off someone else's plate ended up on my chest. All the conversation stops and stares at me, embarrassment shining in my eyes. The Telephone Pole apologizes and says something else, but hundreds of people burst out laughing.

Tears burn the back of my eyes. My head starts to hurt as I bolt for the door. I hate my life. I really do.

I bolt out of the lunch room so fast the track coach would draft me for varsity if he were around. But no, Mr. Leonard has cafeteria duty. And Mr. Leonard has no use for girls who can run the one hundred in under a minute, when embarrassed.

Mr. Leonard: "We meet again, troublemaker."

Me:

Would he listen to me if I tell him in the cafeteria? Of course not! If regular teachers don't listen to me, what would make this ass listen?

Mr. Leonard: "Where do you think you're going?"

Me:

It's so much easier for me not to say anything. Especially to this ass. All that crap you hear about expressing your feelings and communication is a lie. No one really wants to hear what you have to say.

Mr. Leonard makes a note in his book. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. I've taught here for God knows how long, so I can tell what's going on in a kids head just by looking in their eyes. No more warnings. You just earned a demerit for wandering the halls with out a pass.

It's official. I hate Lunch Time.