I glanced around the classroom, butterflies swarming in my stomach. I've always hated giving speeches in this class. Mr. Edwards is a bit of a harsh grader. One little mistake and he marks you down a letter grade. I hated him. The whole school hated him. It really sucks that we are required to take this class.
Slowly I stood up from my seat; my shoes making a clicking sound as they hit the hard floor. Six inch stiletto heels probably aren't the quietest shoes I could have chosen to wear. However, beauty is always worth it.
"Any day now Ms. Pierce," Mr. Edwards announced very dully, twirling a pen in his hand. For a teacher, he didn't seem to like us teenagers. He didn't even seem to like teaching for that matter.
The whole class laughed at his remark. I think everyone knows that I'm his least favorite student. Not that I expect to be his favorite, I mean I can be a bit of a handful.
Last month for example; we were in the middle of taking our weekly quiz, to see if we had actually been paying attention that week, when I thought it would be fun to take a fieldtrip. All I simply did was get up from my seat and leave, which I didn't think was that big of a deal, but Mr. Edwards gave me 3 weeks of detention. Yeah, he was a little harsh about the consequences.
I turn slightly so I was looking at Mr. Edwards, giving him a fake smile, "I'm sorry, am I making you wait to long?" My lips curved into a half smirk as I turned back towards the front of the room and began walking, no note cards in hand.
Mr. Edwards expects us to give speeches that are well prepared. Well how does he expect us to prepare? First we have to wright a 3-5 minute speech, and this time, the speech is on texting and driving. A less boring topic than others, but still not pleasant to wright a speech about. After we have that speech written, we are expected to practice for the number of minutes long our speech is converted into hours. So say my speech was 4 minutes long, I'd be expected to practice for 4 hours. He expects us to do this in the mirror, so we can see what we look like. I hate to burst his bubble, but I by no means want to talk to myself in the mirror. News flash for him, I never even write a speech let alone practice for that long. I'm more about winging it.
"Ms. Pierce," Mr. Edward begins, setting down the pen on his desk, "where are your note cards for your speech?"
I give him a friendly-fake smile, clasping my hands together in a dramatic way, "You see Edward, some people don't need note cards. People like me already have it memorized."
His eye twitched as he put his hands onto his desk. "It's Mr. Edwards," he snarled at me, his voice low and irritated.
"Oh I know," I reply giddily, lowering my hands down to my sides, "but Edward sounds better." I look around the classroom at my classmates and gesture to them, "Wouldn't you guys agree?"
Collin, one of the jocks who loves annoying teachers with me, stands up from his seat and turns to face the class. "Cassi's right guys," he looks over at me and smirks, causes me to hold back a laugh. "Edward sounds so much better than Mr. Edwards." Collin turns and looks at Mr. Edwards with a huge smile, "Raise your hand guys if you agree with Cassi and me?"
"Enough," Mr. Edwards snaps standing up from his desk, "Mr. Johnson and Ms. Pierce, principals office now."
I have to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. This is the third time this week that Collin and I have been sent to the principals office. Each time for something very similar. Yesterday we were yelled at for making the comment that he would look much better with a mustache. Apparently, our 20 something english teacher was offended by this, most likely because he can't grow one.
Collin looks over at me with a fake frown. He swings his arm in front of his chest in dramatic manor, "Darn, not again."
Mr. Edwards narrows his eyes at us, the vein on his forehead sticking out, "Get out. Now."
"Yes sir," I say while saluting him. It was the highlight of my day to annoy this teacher. Collin and I have this game to see who can make him mad first, and I believe that today has to be a new record. We were only 4 minutes into class.
I begin walking towards my desk to grab my belongings. It's not like Mr. Harrison, the principal, would be sending us back to class. He knows how much Mr. Edwards despises the two of us. In fact, I'm pretty sure that he actually finds us humoring.
Collin walks up next to me, a smirk on his face as we walk out of the classroom together, shutting the door behind us.
"That has to be a new record," I say, finally letting out my laugh. My laugh echoed in the hallways seeming how class was in session and Collin and I were the only two in it now.
"Well done Ms. Pierce," Collin complements, his eyes glinting with mischief, "well done."
I laughed and curtsied in a joking manor, "Why thank you Mr. Johnson, you weren't to bad yourself."
Collin chuckled and bumped my side lightly. We had always been good friends since we were little. Our dads worked together as business men, and introduced us to each other when we were babysat by the same girl. We used to love playing pranks and tricks on her, and now as juniors in highschool, we are still annoying an irritating to older people. Yet we are very popular to people in our grade.
"I take it you're coming to your boyfriends party tonight?"
My boyfriend, Logan Smith, is the coolest guy you will ever meet. He is a senior, honors student, quarterback, and the king of Ridgewood Prep. I met him last year at one of my dad's business parties where he invited practically the whole town. We became friends and then shortly after, he asked me out. Of course I said yes, I would have been stupid not too.
"Of course," I say with a devious smile, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Collin laughed and opened the door to the principals office, "Ready for our punishment of detention?"
I laugh along with him, using my hand to flip my hair behind my shoulder, "Oh why yes I am."
The office was quiet and smelled like pine, as usual. The secretary, Ms. Miller, sat at the front desk working on some paperwork. When she looked up and saw it was us, she let out a long sigh, "Take a seat, he will be right with you."
Oh how I love highschool. My dad and Mr. Harrison are good friends, so I'm always let of the hook. No matter how bad of a thing I do, he still loves me. Gotta say, I love being Daddy's little girl.
We waited in silence a few minutes before Mr. Harrison walked out of his office, still on the phone with someone. "Alright, I'll tell her." Pause. "Yes, it was nice talking to you again Steve." Pause. "Okay, I'll let her know." Pause. "Goodbye."
"Who were ya taking too?" Collin asks, standing up from his chair, "It sounds like it was kind of important."
Mr. Harrison looks over at Collin before his eyes shift over to me. He completely ignores his question and walks over to me. "Your dad needs you at home. Now."
I raise an eyebrow at him, "Right this second? Is he okay?"
Mr. Harrison rubs his hairless head and sighs, "That's a matter of opinion. Just you need to get home so he can talk to you."
"That's for your father to explain," he says slowly, "you should head out now." Mr. Harrison turns, taking his attention off me and over to Collin, "As for you Mr, you get in my office."
Collin looks over at me, confusion present on his face. I shrug helplessly before standing up from my seat. I really hope everything is okay with my dad. I can't afford to lose both my parents. My mom already was taken from us because of drunk driving. The last thing I need is for my dad to leave me too.
"Dad?" I call out into my house. My voice echoing from the emptiness. The walls that were once covered in pictures were now bare, and I spotted several moving boxes at the end of hallway. What is going on? "Dad!?" I yell out once again, making my way deeper into the house.
My dad appeared from the kitchen, a frown on his face. "Cassi, I have some bad news." Dad's voice was quiet, and tired. I could tell that he had been working hard all day. "Yesterday my boss told me they longer needed me," he paused and walked over to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "They let me go."
My eyes widen in fear. Knots began forming in my stomach. "Y-you lost your job?"
Dad nodded, "Which means we need to downsize...a lot." He used his free arm to gesture to the house around us, "We are being evicted from this house. This neighbor is only for those with a job at the local business. I've been packing all day. We move tomorrow."
Tomorrow? We are moving...tomorrow? Does life hate me? I can't just pack up and leave with one month of school left! What about my friends? Logan? We've been dating for over a year now, I can't just leave him. He'll just end up moving on to some other girl! I can't let that happen!
"Dad I can't move," I say pulling away from his arm. I look around the house at all the boxes, "What about my life here? My friends? My boyfriend?"
Dad lowered his voice, "I'm sorry Cas, but there is just nothing that I can do about this. I found an apartment to rent and a job at an elementary school only a half hour from here." He sighed and picked up an empty box. "You can still see your friends on the weekends, and I promise your new school will be easy for you to fit into." He holds out the empty box for me to take, "Now here, go pack."
I slowly reach my hand out to take the box. I cannot believe that this is happening to me. We are moving to an apartment. An apartment. I've never had to share anything, and now I have to share a building with strangers. Could my life get any worse right now?