Ignoring Her Cries

*RIIIING RIIING RIIING!!* 

The screaming school bell woke me out of my fifth nap today. Wow, five naps in one school day? I need to stop watching Horror-Fest before bed.

"Miss Garland!" Mrs. Harris, the bitter, old science teacher, yelled my name. If she yells at me one more time today, I'm going to cut a bitch...

"Yes, Mrs. Harris?", I replied with false innocence. 

"If I catch you sleeping in my class one more time this week, I'll have you suspended!", she shouted. Well, since I can't cut her, I might as well screw with her head.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry, Mrs. Harris. You see, I was up last night with my dog, she was having puppies, and I didn't get too much sleep... and I was talking my aunt out of suicide. Because her Jamaican boyfriend dumped her, so she got very depressed. I promise it will NEVER happen again." 

The fibs came effortlessly-- it was a trait I picked up from my uncle. The one thing he was good for. The whole time I was talking I was thinking "lie, lie, lie, ooh, good one, lie, lie, I cannot believe this old bat is buying it!".

"Oh. Well... as long as it doesn't happen again! And I'm very sorry for your aunt, I hope she improves." She said that like she cared, but I knew better. She was just as good at lying as I was. Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration...

"No problem Miss H.." she glared at me. "I mean, Mrs Harris." I really hate this woman.

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"'Ay girrrlll!!!" Hannah shouted at me from across the lunchroom. Ah, Hannah. Usually that's all I have to say and people immediately understand everything about her. There's no one quite like Hannah. She's so... different. This school is filled with stuck-up bitches, and Hannah and I are two of the maybe 20 exceptions out of 2,000+ students.

"HEY-AYYY!!" I shouted back. She took her usual place on my right, Vikki was already on my left with her brother Seth, with Faye and her boyfriend George across from us and we all began talking about our weekend plans.

Hannah had an idea for the weekend first, "Sooo, I heard there's this new horror movie out, ya'know, the one with Taylor Lautner and whats-her-face, about that possessed chick and ghosts and crap, and I heard that they have this amazing sex scene. Its supposed to be REALLY hot. You guys wanna go?"

Seth stuck a finger in his mouth in a pretend gagging motion when Hannah said 'sex scene'.

Faye was playing with a strand of her dark red hair as she pushed her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. "OH. MY. GOD. Taylor Lautner is soooo hot! I mean, besides you, babe... anyway, I saw a commercial for that yesterday, it looks pretty freaky... I don't know, guys." She said timidly. Gutless bitch. Why do I think these things about people...

As though she read my mind, Vikki said, "Come ooonnnnn! Don't be a wimp! You know you wanna see it! Okay, well, I'm in, I don't have anything better to do Saturday."

Hannah's face lit up. "Any other takers? Raise your hand if you're going."

George, Seth and Faye reluctantly raised their hands, followed by Vikki and Hannah.

"What's wrong, Kora, you're not going?" Seth asked politely.

"Well, you guys know my parents. They're kinda... well, they're... sorta... okay, I'm not even gonna doll it up, they're super-strict, Bible-banging, cynical little bastards, you know they won't let me see a movie with sex scenes and demons."

All of their jaws hung loose at my sudden outburst against my parents.

I sighed. "I'm sorry. My parents are constantly taking my phone and my laptop because I say 'crap' in front of my 10-year-old cousin. I mean, how bogus is that?" Did I just say 'bogus'? Really?

"Well, I get what you're saying. But please try? It won't be the same without you." Hannah chimed in with a smile. She understood me better than anyone.

"Yeah, and if you can't go this weekend, we can just go to the mall Sunday or something." Not gonna lie, Seth has a crush on me. Everyone can see it but him and his sister. The thing is, I don't like him like that. Vikki would hate me.

"Okay... I'll try. I promise."

*RIIIIING RIIIIING RIIIIING*

Dammit, calculus. I swear to God, I am dyslexic when it comes to math. I get all jumbled up and get so upset with myself that I'll throw the book at a wall.

We all cleared our plates and I gave them each a piece of gum. They all thanked me and headed to their classes. I checked the pack of gum. One piece left. Thank you, God... maybe this won't be such a bad day after all.

"Ugh, blah, math." I muttered.

I walked out of the lunchroom, hoping that I wouldn't have a breakdown in class this time. And conniving different ways to convince my parents to let me go to the movies this weekend. I looked at the picture of Abraham Lincoln on the wall.

"Wish me luck, Abe."

You know what's freakier than a gigantic picture of Abraham Lincoln in the school hallway? The fact that I could swear on my life, his eyes moved as I walked past him. I really do need more sleep.

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