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so this is what happened after I punched Jacob.
it was three minuets later, and I was sitting in the house admirations office. Getting the usual speech, about how this is a new school year, blah, blah, blah, suspended, blah, blah, call your mother, Blah, blah, blah. rolleyes
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Twenty minuets later, I’m sitting in the front seat of the BMW, next to my step dad who is now going over the other speech about my behavior, my attitude, how this is a new record for me, Blah, blah, blah.
“Not less than five minutes into school and you get into a fight. Goodness Nell you need to learn how to control your temper.”
“Come on Jim,” I’ve always called my stepfather by his first name, even though he insists on me calling him dad. “ lighten up. It’s the first day of school I have one hundred and fifty- five more days left.”
That shut him up. He tries so hard to be a good father figure. I should ease up on him…Nah! Its more fun to torturer him. ninja
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After dinner I barged into my twenty year- old brothers room. Which was littered with playboy magazines and latest rejected drawings.
It’s kind of sad to say but the drooling figure with a piece of paper stuck to his cheek is my brother.
“Hey, wake up stupid. I yell, throwing a magazine at his head.
“Whoa…come on jus…” he yawns, “five more minutes.”
“Wake up butt head its me.”
“oh. Hey impolite, disturbing sister of mine, who has entered the sanctuary of the great Bam master of DOOM.” rofl He replies sarcastically, “I was dreaming of Beyonce’…”
“Shut up Nolan ,” I snarl playfully, “I got suspended again.”
“Why?”
“Because I broke, ‘the famous most gorgeous boy,’ in schools nose, he‘s a stupid jock who doesn’t have an original thought in his head!” I say, making sure to play out the most famous guy line in my peppiest voice.
“Was there blood?”
“Yep, LOTS!” I described what happened in exaggerated details.
“Well he disserved it,” he proclaimed, “ for messing with my punk a** sister.”
“Hell yeah!” I laugh out loud.
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After my two days suspension, I’m back at school. But now that I’m back, all the girls around me are giving me the evil eye and flicking me off. Well, I’m sorry if I hit their future husband. Not!
“Nell, wait up!”
“Hey, Sophie!”
“You better watch your back Nell, because some of these girls are really pissed off at you.”
“Naaaah, you think,” I scowled, “Soph, look around you, there all out to get me.”
“Well why’d you go and hit Jacob for?”
I rolled my eyes at her. Sophia Jordon has been my best friend since… Forever. She likes to be called Sophie. She’s a natural blond with deep green eyes and pale flawless skin, that seems to glow. She’s the type of girl that everyone tries to hate, but cant, because she’s to sweet.
Today she’s wearing her pail white skirt and a pink v-shirt, which includes white knee high boots and a heart shaped locket. Compared to my usual outfit. I’m her complete opposite. “You know I have a short fuse, and anyways he was asking for it.”
“You’re a bad, bad, girl Nell,” she scolds, before looking at her watch, “Oh, no I’m going to late, bye. I‘ll talk to you later, k.”
The final bell rang as I ran through Mr. Paterson’s door. A fat balding man, whose only goal in life is to make his students miserable with every ounce of power he posses.
“Your late Miss Rivers,” He yelled in his annoyingly high pitch voice.
“What,” I holler back, “I made it in bef…”
“Stop talking and take a seat, NOW!”
“Why don’t you shut up?” I mumble under my breath.
“You know what Miss Rivers, take this, and go to the D-Hall,” he smiles, “your referral will be there in a few minuets.”
“Yes your majesty.” I proclaim bowing out of the room with a thin paper clasped in my hand.
“God I hate him.”
“HALL PASS!,” the scratchy voice of derrick Piers, Penetrates the air, making me jump.
I wave my pass in the air as I start my journey to the D-Hall.
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Your probably wondering what the D-hall is well it’s the place where so many good kids turned evil and insane. Its always dead silent in there. No ones breathing. No ones moving. This room is also known as Death Hall.
I sit down in the back row after giving my pass to the ghostly figure of Mrs. . She has a round, wrinkled face with wisps of hair sprouting from her speckled scalp. From where I sit I can see the only living human. Its Jacob Kyne, He’s looking forward, stiff hands in lap, foot twitching. For a moment, just a second, if you didn’t pay close enough attention you’ll miss it. He glanced sideways at me. I turn my head, pretending not to notice him.
This is to, quiet for me, I think to my self.
All of a sudden Jacob throws a paper ball at me, I feel the anger building up inside me, as I quickly throw it back at him.
“That’s it,” Mrs. Devilbog shouts, “you two will get along if it kills you!”
The room is no longer silent. I watched as people slowly turn their heads in our direction, “so what, I don’t get along with pretty boy over there big surprise,” I say in an irritated voice. Before taking my seat again.
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The bell rings and I’m the first one out of my seat. Hoping, to make it to my next class, without any disruptions, I walk out into the hallway only to be stop by my archenemy.
“Hey Nell,” Jacob says, “I forgive you for hitting me the other day, You don’t have to apologize.”
“Excuse me,” I say in an irritated voice. “I don’t need to apologize for any thing.”
“Yes, you do. Do you have a problem with me or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You very well know what I’m talking about? You’re always yelling at me and you punched me in the nose!”
“Well…”
“You know your kind of… kick a**, most girls wouldn’t have done that, I kind of liked it.” He smirked.
“What?”
“Hey, Kyne hurry up your going to be late for practice!” yells Tyler, one of Jacobs friend’s on the football team.
“Yeah sure I’m coming,” He hollers to Tyler, before turning back to me, “I guess Ill see you in class tomorrow.”
“Right,” I say , I turn my head slightly before whispering under my breath “a**.” I could only stand there, as he left with his friend.
Leaving me in the dingy hall way of Oakley high. The second bell rang. Great, I’m late again. crying
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