Post by Emily Ayiana Locklear on Apr 12, 2017 20:41:44 GMT
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E mily tapped her feet against the floor as she flicked through the homework she’d been set. Second day in and she’d already ended up in detention…what a bore. It seemed NONE of the teachers enjoyed a joke or two in class here. How on earth was she going to make any friends in this place if she couldn’t let her sense of humour shine through during class time? It wasn’t like anyone chose to hang out with her at lunch, they all herded off into their own little cliques giving Emily no chance to actually fit in anywhere.She huffed, and glanced around the room. The teacher who was meant to be keeping an eye on them was snoring away at the desk. Even he didn’t want to be there, so why on earth were they? Emily frowned, and looked back at her book - this was her last year in High School and she really didn’t want to waste this much time stuck in detention. Her mom was surely going to have a fit when she got home, especially because her brat of a little brother would sure as hell grass her up big time. Just because he had made friends and settled in better, Emily was feeling a bit of an outcast and a tad lonely. Picking up her pen, she began to doodle over the notepad on her desk. It wasn’t that she was bad at school - no, she was pretty intelligent. But the fact was it bored her to tears, she wasn’t interested in what the teachers had to say, none of it mattered. When you left school, the reality was none of what had been taught would matter. It wasn’t like they taught you how to do a tax return, or work out bills for real life. No, the best they got was providing you with a fake baby to look after. She shuddered, Emily had learnt that she was way too young to be a mom, and definitely wouldn’t be great with children for a long while yet. As she felt herself getting lost in the doodles being created before her, Emily heard her phone begin to ring. She froze, and looked up - the teacher was stirring. In a fluster, her hand shot down to her back, knocking the book and notepad off her desk and into the path of some other poor kid only just making their way in. “I’m so sorry…” she grabbed her phone, turning it off swiftly and shoving it back in her bag. Well, that was embarrassing. Slowly she sat back upright, ready to face the person she’d so rudely thrown her stuff at. WORDS; 447 TAG; OPEN |
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