New characters, new story, please try not to be harsh as it's my first attempt at this kind of story
New school, new life, new b****** to screw with. But everything looked same old, the same American flag pole that's been up there from God knows when, same green field, old s*** hole of a school, and same shocked b****** staring at the badass Goddess shutting her '07 black sexy Camaro. I wouldn't consider myself rich but I'm higher than most of the beasts I'll meet here.
I strutted inside ignoring people gawping b****** glaring at me like looks could actually kill, if they could, I'd be having a funeral. Perverted boys making claims like I was prize, betting that they could 'tap that', please they'd have more luck persuading someone that f***ing for virginity helps you stay pure. But I don't blame them for trying to get into my pants, I mean I don't mean to sound vain, (even though I have every reason to be) but I'm far from ugly. my cherry red hair cascading to my shoulders, my hazel eyes covered with my shades (thanks to my hangover that feels like someone threw a brick at my head,)my freshly done makeup, I have a natural tan to die for, red lipstick and black eyeliner. I'm going for a vamp look as I already feel like the walking dead in this hellhole.
I'm pretty sure my outfit is breaking every rule regulation here, I'm wearing a black leather jacket, a top that has SUCK MY D*** spread across, (the irony since I've sucked d***s more than I have had lolly pops in my entire lifetime) I'm joking...maybe...hanging above my knees is a French connection red skirt, black fish net tights with 6 inch heels clacking as I make my way to the office to get my schedule.
There wasn't really a point of my getting to know my lessons, as if I was actually go to them. I just have to be good for one painful month and dad will stop checking up on me, you see daddy dearest had a job that needed him to be around the world, but I didn't miss him at all. I love the kickass life now that my mom's in rehab, and I'm old enough and 'responsible' to live on my own, yeah right that's like giving your house keys to thieves and trusting them not to steal anything.
I swung the door open with a hard push, and the door hit the wall on the other side. The old lady sitting at her desk glared at me with a look of disapproval on her face. Like I gave a f***, she was probably about to lecture me on how rude that was, but I just wanted to cut the s***. "Mackenzie Laker I need my timetable and locker combination. Now." I demanded, you may think me rude but I'm not, it's the same s*** every time so why bother being nice? When your gonna end up screwing it up later. She tutted and shook her head, I rolled my eyes as I snatched what I needed and stormed out.
I found my locker and dumped all the books in there. Like come on, me studying is as stupid as trying to have a serious relationship with a prostitute, it's never gonna work sure I'm smart and all, but common, booze wins over books any day of the week. I kept on getting glares from people and even if you stare back, they don't look away like seriously what's up with these people? I'm new and all, but this is so over done and cliché. I slammed my locker shut and went to my first lesson, maths ugh karma hates me.
I walked into the room not giving a single f***, I sat in the second row from the back soon the room filled with the rest of the students and the lesson began. "now who could tell me what bodmas means?" the monotone teacher asked the class. I dropped my head in boredom, I felt someone's gaze on me, I turned to my left and found a cute brunette girl, with her hair in bunches. I could've sworn I knew her from somewhere...holy s***! Hayley...Hayley Jones! We went to elementary school together, "oh my God where've you been!?" the note read, I quickly scribbled "here ,there everywhere". she smiled in response, it felt good to have at least one person you knew, even though I'm probably going to be expelled in less than 6months flat.
Hayley was writing until