Chapter 2 - High School SUCKS

“You need to change, that dress is way too short,” the principle looked at me angrily. I made a ‘are you stupid?’ face. My dress was past my knees, what the heck? “You have to change, or you go to the box!” he roared at me. I rolled my eyes angrily. “I hate this school,” I muttered under my breath. “You will not talk like that in this office, you hear me?” he growled. I smiled, “Fine, I’ll just talk that way when I leave.” He made this angry face, his brown eyes bulging out of its sockets. I giggled inside at the face that his vein in his forehead was popping out.

He pointed to the Nurses office, “Go change.” Score one for Jamie, score 0 for the principle.

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I walked into the band hall rolling my eyes at the stupidity of the freshmen, and even upper classmen. “Hey!” my friend Dave exclaimed at me. “Hey Dave,” I smiled. He was tall with curly brown hair and blue eyes. He was attractive, I must admit. To tell you the truth he was only a flirt buddy, I hate being in serious relationships. Too much trouble, I like the single life. Dave hugged me tightly and I laughed. “You should get to your section,” I pushed him away gently. He groaned, “I hate my section.” I harassed him a little, “That’s your fault for being a flute player. That’s why I’m a percussionist.” He rolled his eyes at me walking away, and I walked towards the back of the room.

All the guys of the section were tackling each other, and picking each other up. The director stepped up to the podium and I sat down in the corner reading my book. “Jamie what’s so interesting about that stupid books of yours?” Adam stood in front of me his usual cocky guy outfits that consisted of Hollister and A & F Finch. I pulled the book down under my eyes, and hissed, “of course you wouldn’t see anything, because you don’t have a brain.”

Honestly, I hate this school and the people in it. Sometimes I wonder, and hope that people grow out of their stupidity but then I look at people like my band director or principle and realize that that’s a lost cause. “Thanks witch,” he turned and stormed off. I smiled at the fact that I made him mad. I bathed in the fact that some people hated me, especially since I didn’t care.

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Walking down the hallway in my jeans and skull t-shirt the prep girls stared me down in disgust. “I swear she’s a devil worshiper,” they whispered like I couldn’t hear. I rolled my eyes and turned to them. “Oh did I mention, God hates b*****!” I said in a completely calm cynical voice. They gasped at my words and acted as if they were offended. “People like you deserve to go to hell!”

I laughed turning, yeah like tramps like you who have had sex with every guy you see deserve to go to heaven don’t you?

I walked away in triumphant, because I honestly didn’t care. I know who I am, I don’t need their approval.

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School could not be any shorter! Thank God it is Friday is all I can say, as I leave the school.  I can’t why to graduate, and be a writer. I wouldn’t have to worry about these idiots anymore, when they said high school would be the best years of your life, they lied. 

Author's Note

I meant this to be humorous, i sure hope so first time i tried for the humor thing in my writing. :) Tell me whatcha think.

Reviews

[Hazel Stone]

it was good I enjoyed it :D

[Beverly Jane]

Why thank you.(: