That new guy was such a jerk! I mean, hasn’t he ever heard of ‘Making a good first impression’? I totally hated him now, who did he think he was to talk to me like that? He was definitely in my bad books now.
I walked slowly to my locker and dumped my bag into my locker making Hayley look at me curiously “Hilary, what are you doing?”
I rubbed my forehead. “I give up.” I slammed my locker shut and turned around to face her.
“You give up on what?”
“School.” I lifted my head up high and smiled at her. “And do you know what?”
“What?” she laughed.
“I’ve decided to become a stripper” I began walking away towards the school exit.
“Hilary, you’re kidding right?” Hayley asked desperately grabbing my arm.
“Pfft, I’m kidding.” I waved my hand dismissively. “That’s too much work. I mean, jumping up and down a pole all night isn’t exactly what I call ‘Fun’”
“Phew” she sighed. “Now let’s go get your bag.”
I shook my head, “Nah, I’m just going to turn up to next period without one.”
“Um, Okay?” She slipped her arm into mine and we began walking to Chemistry. It was only then that I realised that the hallway was now empty, and that we were late for class.
We walked into Chemistry 5 minutes late; and when we entered everyone was literally looking at us as if we had just committed murder.
“Would you like to explain to me why you’re late?” The new guy asked from his desk. He was sitting in front of his computer with his eyes glued on the screen and he was resting his chin on his palm; he didn’t even bother looking over at us.
“Would you like the truth or a sob story just so we can move on forget this ever happened?” I asked walking to the back.
He looked over at me, “The truth please.”
“Well,” I sat down “We was just contemplating on the idea of me becoming a stripper”
“I mean schools hard and everything and I just can’t be bothered sit down and learn” I explained. “I’m that kind of girl who wants to get good grades but just can’t be bothered to study. That’s why I’m failing in this subject, well in every subject. Except for maths, I need that to count up all the money I manage to make selling pirated goods from china.”
He held his breath for a moment but soon composed himself, he nodded his head and stood up from his chair, “I’m just going to ignore what you said and let you off for being late, after all it is the first day back from summer.”
“Yay me.” I yawned. I picked up one of Hayley’s pen and began drawing on the table. They were all so shiny and brand new and looked like they needed to be drawn on; I started drawing squares and random shapes.
“So class, because I’m new here and you guys don’t really know me, you can ask me questions so you can get to know me.” He smiled.
Immediately endless amount of arms shot up in the air, Hayley’s included. He pointed to a girl at the back and she began giggling. “Sir, do you have a girlfriend?”
He smiled at her sadly. “No, unfortunately I do not.” He pointed to another girl at the back and she started blushing. Come on, seriously?
“How old are you?”
Everyone gasped surprised by his age, including me. He didn’t look 50 or anything, but I certainly didn’t think he was that young. “Seriously? Aren’t you a bit too young to be teaching?” I asked suddenly interested.
“A little bit, I managed to get this job as soon as I graduated. Lucky me, aye?”
Hayley nudged me and giggled, “And lucky me too.”
I raised my hand; he looked at me and raised his eyebrow though he nodded his head at me. “What’s you favourite colour?” I asked, mimicking the girls voice before me and batted my eyelashes.
I slumped back in my chair. “I hate red.”
“Hate’s a very strong word, Miss Clarke.”
“Well then, I DISLIKE Red.” I replied emphasizing the word ‘Dislike’ “And for goodness sake! Stop calling me Miss Clarke, my names Hilary!”