Snap To Power

Chapter 1

"Love you too!" Emily yells back and I cringe inwardly.

Emily and I are totally different people when it comes to these types of things. I still haven't really figured out as to how we became friends with not-so-similar interests in the first place. But I must admit, she does make things seem a lot less stressful then they appear.

Once we're far enough away, I turn to Emily.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

Emily's evil smile only grows.

"Of course not."

"Figures," Lizeth mutters as we make it to the first-floor math class where Mr. Charles sits at his desk, reading while the students silently and diligently work on a packet.

The sound of the loud door creaking loudly doesn't make any of the kids even flinch, much less look up. They all seem to be robots working at the same speed, not daring to move a muscle.

I look around to the wide windows, green disgusting paint, and uncomfortable desks and chairs lined up in fours across the classroom. The only classroom nobody seems to be artfully enjoyed by.

"Classic Charles," Emily whispers disapprovingly.

In the corner, we see Nayeli wave her hand and I grin tightly. I slowly begin to make my over to the far desks, the other girls moving behind me in the same fashion. For a moment, I thought we could get away with it, but our luck changes.

"Well Ms. Ray, Ms. Briones, and Ms. Angeles. Welcome to our class. Explain why you're late."

I cringe at the oddly shaken voice Mr. Charles uses. It's as if his voice was made from sand, and would collapse if he spoke to loudly or to softly. And to be completely honest, Mr. Charles is pretty old. White hair with green eyes and raggedy, wrinkled skin that seems to be so fragile the lightest paper cut would seem like a big deal... Albert Einstein in his worst form.

"Um . . . we had to-" I begin, but Emily interrupts.

"Is it important to know?"

Mr. Charles looks up from his book then, eyebrows raised and I had to keep myself from sighing loudly. Here comes the gigantic speech he always gives...

"Why yes, it is. This class is important, there are specific rules you have-" Emily interrupts again by putting a hand up.

"Ok, ok, principal's office!" She yells quickly, not wanting to hear the long story of how important the class is, and how disrupting a class will cause this, and that.

Charles nods and continues reading, completely ignoring the fact that he had to put us on tardy. But we don't dare complain.

We walk over to Nayeli and take our seats.

"You guys are so late. What did you do this time Emily?" Nayeli whispers to her and Emily laughs into her hand.

"Spray painted the walls," she answers, making Nayeli's mouth drop.

"Why?"

Emily tilts her head, eyes squinting.

"Well duh, because I wanted too!"

"Guys, can we talk about something else? Like what we are supposed to be doing?" I question, not looking forward to any arguments that are about to go on as my head pounds uncomfortably.

"We're working on Algebra. Get a packet from the desk by the door," Nayeli responds and Lizeth sighs.

"Algebra?"