My Prince Royce
I was thinking about Prince Royce during my 6th period. All of the sudden I hear my teacher say "Arleth! What does this, this, this and this mean about slavery?"
"I don't know." I simply say.
"Pay attention or I'll send you to the principle's office!"
"Ha. Like I care." I mumble.
I'm the type of girl you see smiling, laughing, and talking. A lot. I honestly don't care about history, they're all dead anyways. My teacher always picks on me because I'm either daydreaming or listening to Prince Royce while he's "teaching". He's so boring, he can make an opera sound exciting. Have I mentioned how many papers he gives us, DAILY? He's the reason why we're running out of paper at school. He gives us about 8 papers every day. Imagine that by 8 classes. Times the number of days we have in school.
After I get out of his class, I go to art. Another boring class I hate going to. The first week of school, we drew bottles. Like, Coca-Cola bottles, peanut butter jars, Fanta bottles, etc. I do my homework in there -if I have any- because I don't draw in that class and I'll rather be doing math than art. ~I'm sorry for y'all artists out there, if i offend you. Just my opinion.~ The good thing about that class, is that I have my best friend in there. Jenny. She's the older sister I never had. We talk A LOT in there, but we don't sit at the same table. We scream at each other, just to get Mrs. Squyres mad.
"AYE ARLETH! DO YOU HAVE AN ERASER I CAN BORROW?!" Jenny screams.
"NO! BUT YOU CAN ASK---" I got interrupted.
"JENNIFER AND ARLETH! SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET BEFORE I WRITE BOTH OF Y'ALL UP!'
"I still don't care." I said, mumbling.
"Hey. After this period, we go to Mrs. O'neal's. And then, HOMEEEEE!" Jenny tells me.
"Jennifer. Shut. Up." Mrs. Squyres says.
"HAHAHA. JENNY YOU'RE SO STUPID!" I say, trying to get Mrs. Squyres mad.
"IM TIRED OF BOTH OF YALL! GET IN THE HALLWAY NOW!" She screams.
Jenny and I leave the room. Laughing. She tells me "We're probably going to get written up."
"I wouldn't doubt it." I say, with no fear.
She has a "talk" with us about how we're acting immature and disrespectful. But I don't hear half of the things she says because I'm daydreaming. She sends us back in and we pack up our "drawings" and wait for the bell.
*Beep. Beep. Beeeeeep.* The bell gets more annoying every day.
We go to our next class. That class actually went by fast. I didn't feel the time go by so quickly. We were on the bus in no time. I was so desperate to go on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr to see Prince Royce, again. He never notices me anyway. I send tweets to him, a lot. But he still doesn't notice me. My Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr name is "Arleth Royce".
When I get off my bus stop, I walk to my drive-thru and I suddenly see a black car passing by slowly. I turned around to see who it was. In my mind I thought, "Wow. That looks a lot like Prince Royce's car. But, he wouldn't come here. It's Dayton. A ratchet, little town."
The window slowly comes down, and the man takes his hat off. My eyes widen. He says, "Hi, sweetheart. I'd like to meet you, in person."
I fainted. It was Prince Royce.