AKA, a she devil in disguise.
No "sharing" your mind.
You couldn't even breath sometimes.
Oh and never ever ever EVER ask to go the bathroom.
If you need to go, sorry buddy you're out of luck.
Even though Mrs.Huggins is a she devil.
This class saves me from getting picked on.
You see in other classes, I get name-called, pushed and hit with text-books.
The teachers don't really care.
They just want to get home and watch TV.
Buuuut, Mrs.Huggins watches everyone like a hawk.
So, I'm in the safe-zone.
"Okay, we have an essay to complete."
I groaned in silence
"If you don't finish it today, you'll have to finish it over the weekend."
I start working on the 5-page essay with my light purple mechanical pencil.
I see a crumbled up piece of notebook paper right next to my elbow.
I turn to my desk partner, working on his essay like a snail trying to cross a highway.
Slow and frightened.
I peek up at Mrs.Huggins, on her computer. Most likely taking attendance.
She doesn't like calling out our names, she says and I quote "It disturbs the peace."
By peace she means a long, long, 30 to 45 minutes filled with uncomfortable silence
I can't complain though, I like spending my days, reading, and obsessing with American Horror Story.
I try my best to be quiet as I open the note under my desk.
"Meet me at Terry's at 4."
Who in their right mind would want to talk to me?
Arile Fisher, the biggest nerd, geek, and freak in this school.
I've been told by many.
Wait, this is just a prank. Once I get to Terry's I'll have eggs and paint in my hair and on my clothes.
People will take pictures and post them to Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.
I don't make accounts on social media, because its just asking to get bullied.
A loud screeching sound interrupts my thoughts.
"Everyone who hasn't finished their essay finish it on the weekend, or its a zero." She says to the class with a sickly sweet smile.
I have two things to do for the weekend.
Its a new record.
When the last bell rang, everyone was talking about parties, hot girls, hot boys, and basically what they are going to do for the weekend.
I look up to see, Jacie Love, everyone knows her, the school slut, and most popular girl in school.
My sister, is best friends with her.
She pops her strawberry bubblegum in my face.
"You have Mrs.Huggins right?"
I slowly nod my head.
Jacie fake smiles and continues, "Great, because I didn't want to finish my essay and there's this banging hot guy going to this party that I'm going to."
"You want me to do the essay for you?" I say gathering the information in my head.
"So happy you've catched on."
"Now, here's the topic, and I want it returned to me Monday morning by the school entrance."
She gives me the cover.
"Now scram freak." She pushes me and walk with my eyes glued to the floor.
I feel a new bubble of courage rise in my body.
"Hey Jacie." I shout.
She turns with a scowl plastered on her makeup caked face.
I narrow my eyes and finish, "next time you ask me to do your homework, close your fucking legs, it reeks of dead fish."
Everyone in the hallway gasps and turn to me.
"YOU BITCH!" Jacie shouts tomato-faced.
I shrug and throw the cover to the floor and sprint home.
They won't run after me.
Risking breaking a heel and sweating off their makeup is too risky.
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