Walking to the bus has always been a relaxing thing for me, it
gives me time to think and get my mind together to prepare
myself for another day at school. Once I get to the bus I see my
friends Daren and Stephanie, man do I love these guys they
have stuck by me through a lot and never left during all the
gossiping. I see the 20 bus driving down so I pull out my change
purse and get on. After about a 40 min bus ride we get off and
walk to the gate of our school. Now I don’t go to a private school
I just happen to go to a uniformed public school with a religious
name, which makes no sense to me but it is what it is. My school
is pretty big we have exactly 4 floors and a track field, about 100
class rooms and a gym with an indoor pool on the schools roof.
Anyways my schedule goes like this
Period 1 Honors Science
Period 2 Honors Social Studies
Period 3 Study Hall
Period 4 Gym / health
Period 5 Level 1 Spanish
Period 6 Lunch
Period 7 Honors English
Period 8 Cooking
Period 9 Art / music
Yeah I hate it I don’t even think I’m all that smart but the school
feels I am, they say I’m just lazy and need to be challenged. Yeah
whatever, I just don’t like school but what teen does? My day
goes as it normally does as soon as I walk in to door I feel eyes
following me as I walk to my locker and I can hear whispers
about me , but I don’t care what they’re saying it nothing new to
me so the hurt doesn’t come anymore. So to science I go which sadly is on the 1st floor, with a head held high and music in ears.
1st Period Science –
We are learning some shit about maps and how to find out if
there is a storm coming. I could care less about this it’s not like
I’m going to need to know these things 10 years from now. So I
plug my ears back in and listen to my 50 cent playlist and doze
off. I don’t know how long I was out but when I woke up I saw
my teacher standing over me and an empty class. So I pick up
my bag and try to run out to my next class but too late my
teacher had already called me back to have another one on one
talk. I walk back in with I’m sure annoyed facial expression but
don’t want to get back into trouble. And so the talk begins ……..
Mr. Hart – what’s wrong Natasha?
Me – nothing, why do you ask?
Mr. Hart – you used to be so into school and pay attention, now all you do is sleep and when your awake you just look lost and dazed.
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Just A Glance (Lesbian) ( Unedited version)
Teen FictionWhat Happens when life throws you into a spiralling down fall and misconceptions of youth. Most feel hopeless well that is definitly true for 14 year old natasha, will she find a savior to help her out of the darkness she knows as her life.
