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"Have you heard?" I heard someone from behind me ask as they grabbed my backpack and yanked it back. I turned my face to look at the little turd that did it. Taylor. I smiled and asked her what. She went onto talking about how there was some new teacher that was supposed to be hot.
Couldn't really believe that as everyone in the school said Mr Peters was supposed to be 'Hot' and yet he looked like the back end of a donkey. For a full week he teased the girls that called him hot. He was then fired for offering a student back to his house. Great life(!)
I walked to my Arts class, smiling at Mrs Anna as I sat in my seat. Don't get my wrong, I'm not an A student, but I'm not an F student. I'm at the right intellectual level as most people in year eleven. As I grabbed my art pad from the other end of the room, I heard some girls talking about Mr Irwin giggling and such.
I wandered over to my table, Taylor was supposed to be in this lesson, but considering she was out with her boyfriend, skipping class, she wasn't going to turn up anytime soon. I didn't mind being on my own it gave me more time to do my work and listen to some music.
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The bells rang, signalling it was time for a short, ten minute, break then off to the next period. I met up with Taylor, she was just banging on about how people are drooling in his lessons, he's supposed to be a Maths teacher. I had a love and hate relationship maths. I hate it but it seems to love pissing me off.
"When do you next have Maths?" Taylor's boyfriend asked me. Daniel.
"I think tomorrow afternoon" I said and he started to laugh, telling me that he'll fall in love with me, because I was hot. At this point Taylor slapped his arm, but he told her she was his beautiful princess. Ew, enough with the soppyness. I'm not into the whole 'touching people' all the time, if you're clingy... We cannot be friends.
"What lesson do you have next?" I asked so they would detach their faces. Taylor looked at me and look on her timetable. She was running her finger on the page and asked Daniel what day it was, he told her it was a Thursday and called her cute and poked her nose. I just rolled my eyes.
"I have Maths" She cheered, I nodded and walked off to my next lesson. Taylor is my best friend and I'm happy she's in a happy relationship, but I just don't like the constant reminder that I'm alone at night while she gets to cuddle someone, I mean I hate when people are clingy, but a few cuddles during the middle of the night to keep me warm would be perfect, is that too much to ask for?
I sat watching my English teacher; Mr Young. He was undoubtedly cute, his green eyes and long hair, that curled up towards the bottom, and his Irish accent. What wasn't to love? I mean, his hair pretty big, it'll give the girls something to hold onto, if you get my drift. He handed out the test papers we did last week, I looked and saw a C on the front and the comment; 'You could do much better :(' I was confused as to why, I was all of a sudden failing. If I was to guess, it would be because of the lack of attention on the actual work and having all my attention on his cute little ass.
Who can blame me, guys with accents are something that would turn me on. Just think of a guy with an Irish accent whispering dirty things in your ear. That's enough to get any gears pumping. Let's get off that subject and focus on my C and getting that back to a B grade before my parents find out. As he handed out some work sheets my mind drifted to what I was going to be having for tea tonight, I hope it's pizza. Who doesn't love pizza, it's fucking bae!
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I grabbed my shit together after and headed down to the canteen, there was a lot more girls in the canteen that normal, what happened to the toilets, I preferred it when they hung out next to the mirrors. I saw Taylor, Daniel and Ashley. Ashley was a friend that would sit with us at dinner and then go back to her friends. Her friends, usually, hung out in the toilets and she wasn't up for eating on the toilet, there has to be some boundaries.
"What lessons do you have left?" Taylor asked Daniel and I. Isn't anyone else sick hearing 'What lessons do you have?' In a six hour period? Because I sure am! Is this as good as my school life will get? Someone asking me the same question on a daily basis, I mean I've told them enough times you'd think they'd drill it into their tiny brains. Am I overreacting?
"I have one free period after dinner and then I'm going to my Childcare class, I honestly don't know why I picked that" I said and ate the last of my Turkey-Ham barm. Daniel told her he also had a free period so he was going to sit with me for a while. Yay life. Then he was off to P.E. It's not the fact that I don't like Daniel, because I do. It's the fact that he's really annoying and all he bangs on about is Taylor and I've had enough of Taylor banging on about herself, but to have Daniel doing it too, for fuck sake. Stop talking about her. I seem like I really hate these people, but they're actually the best friends I've ever had. And the only ones, I'm not sure if you can tell, but I'm not particularly liked in the school. They say I'm an opinionated person and that they get tired of my bullshit each day. I, personally, don't think it's a bad thing. I'd rather have opinions than have no say in anything at all.
After I had finished my dinner Taylor wanted to give me a hug before she had to rush off to her French lesson. Daniel and I wondered to the library, I had do finish off my maths homework for tomorrow and Daniel just wanted to annoy the library staff. I sat down at the back and got my Maths hand out sheets and carried on from where I left off last night, before I got bored and watched TV instead. There was a little calculator on the side of the page with a line over informing me that calculators are forbidden to used on this hand out. But fuck it, I don't mind breaking a few rules.
I got out my calculator and decided to finish it. Thirty minutes and two energy cans later; I had finally finished. It was up to the best of my ability. It was kind of hard, but then again, towards the end I kind of got the hang of it, so it began to become more easy. Was still hard to begin with.
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Finally, the end of the day, the time Mumma Bear comes and picks me up on her way home from work. I packed up books together and said goodbye to my teacher before rushing out those doors and smashing into someone, knocking us both flying and crashing onto the floor. I was too embarrassed to open my eyes, but I knew I had to soon considering I was lying on top of them. I got up pretty quick and brushed myself off, not bothering to see who it was just keeping my head low and shouting a sorry. I found my mum in the car park and got in the back seat with my little brother, Harry. He was only three. I normally sit in the front but my dad was there.
"How was school?" She asked.
"Same old" I said and went onto my phone, before a message just popped up on my phone from Ashley.
Ashley: You've basically just dry humped Mr Irwin, all the girls are jealous. Including me. Haha!
I mentally face palmed myself. I went crashing to the ground on top of a teacher. I'm in his lesson tomorrow, how fucking awkward.
