Hey guys how are you haven't seen me in a while huh?
Olivia POV
I run my tired fingers through my newly dyed blonde hair that if I do say so myself makes me look hot-er. I pull my bangs up into a little ponytail getting up out of my face. I adjust myself I the window seal before returning my attention to the board.
"Miss Eaton how many times have I told you not to sit on the window seal" Ms. Green calls me out in the middle of a lecture.
"Many" I roll my eyes "but what the hell else am I supposed to do! In case you haven't noticed I am very short, and you sat me behind Mr. & Ms. Skyscraper and I can't see. I have to sit up here so I see the board. Not to mention you won't let me move seats. So ma'am I will sit my pretty little ass on the window seal until you move me" I explain as politely as possible.
"Get out of my class, I will not be disrespected in this way" Mrs. Green points one of her old, veiny, winkled fingers to the door.
"Hallelujah!" I shout and pack my stuff up and leave. Not wanting to leave without a show I shout while walking out the door "ohhh God has been good to me, he let me out of the Devils clutches!"
A chorus of laughter fills the class turning Mrs. Green red with anger. I'm so getting a referral but I don't care.
"Yes, I hope he is as good to ya'll as he is to me" I reach the door handle.
"Bye bye guys" I wave to my classmates before exiting. I walk out into the empty hallway and due to my twenty second attention span I get bored fast. Needy for company or something to eat I decide to do the most reasonable thing: sneak out of school and go across the street to get a five dollar panini.
Making my way to the school front entrance I walk out just as the secretary turns around. I walk casually across the street cautious not to get run over.
I make my way over to the panini stand letting the heavenly smell of melted cheese combined with various meats cooked to perfection and the smell of freshly baked bread.
Before I know it I'm at the front of the line. An old man with a thick New York dialect and white grey hair emerges in the window of the food truck.
"What can I get for you?"
"A pizza panini with extra everything please" I say politely fishing money out of my pocket.
"Would you like anything to drink with that" he looks up from his order slip twirling his pen around in his fingers.
"Umm yea a sweet tea" I say a little unsure. The old man moves something behind the mini counter and comes back up with a can of Arizona southern brewed iced tea.
"$5.99" he says tapping it quickly into a register. I put exact change in the counter and grab my tea before stepping to the side so the next person can go.
After waiting impatiently for my food. My order is called and I retrieve my little piece of heaven before I walk back across the street. I find a comfy-ish spot by the school fountain.
One panini, six horrible selfies, and two Beyoncé playlist later, I get bored again. I get up walk back into the school. I soon find myself in the girls locker room that smells strongly of sweat, feet, and bathroom cleaner. I make my way over to the 'wall of fame' that is home to head shots of every team captain of a girls sports team we have.
Basketball: Ty Dane
Softball: Marlene Crook
Lacrosse: Rachel Metts
Soccer: Emma Ace
Track: Jasmine Johnson (JJ)
Volleyball: Hannah Green
Tennis: Fawn Sanders
Cheer: Mona Vanders
I frown at the picture of Mona. I glare down from her chestnut extensions, to her laser whitened teeth, collagen filled lips, down to her chest enchanted with her usual push up bra. She shouldn't be captain at all, she's a bitch, fake, and she isn't that good of a cheerleader. Tris' picture should be up there, Tris is nice, she is an amazing cheerleader and dancer, she knows everybody, and she's very pretty.
A mischievous smile spreads across my face as an idea pops into my mind. I get a sharpie out of my backpack and push myself up on my tiptoes before drawing a penis off the the side of Mona's picture with and arrow pointing to her mouth. Next to the arrow I write 'insert here' in all caps. Not satisfied I draw an arrow under her boobs and under the arrow I write 'these aren't actually this big I actually wear push up bras because I have no titties'. Satisfied with myself I take a couple pictures of my artwork. I walk out of the locker room with a smirk. Cheer practice will be very interesting.
Well I was supposed to update long ago but I messed up and had to write another chapter. So due to my incompetence you have a short chapter. But until next time...