1. Flashbacks
"And that is why I picked Shakespeare." Amber, one of Lacey's slut clones announced. After hour long report on how he quote unquote 'bestest person ever.' Her words not mine. She smiled a big fake smile towards Mr.Charels.
'hmm I wonder how she gets her A's." I thought to myself, while I chuckled. She walked by and stopped at my desk.
"What are you laughing at.. Man?" She said to me. And I laughed even harder. Man? That was the best she could come up with.
"Nothing. Just laughing at your inability to make sophisticated sentences." I said while tilting me head up to look into her fake blue eyes. Damn was everything about her fake.
"Yeah. Well, at least I'm doing something useful with my life! Unlike you!" She screamed at me. Mr.Charels was starting to stand up but I told him to sit back down, with a tone that makes anybody do what I want.
"Oh. Honey.. no. Watching the football team learn how to read would be more useful than whatever you do with your life. And that was a real dis. rush up next time before you decide to talk to me." I said getting up and leaving the classroom. While laughter erupted from various spots of the white walled classroom. Looking more like a mental hospital than an educational institution.
"Miss Frank. Class is not over." Mr.C said with a loud controlling voice. His tupay ready to fall off.
"It is for me. Why don't you go back to eye fucking Amber." I said with a wink of my eye. And stepped out into the lit up hallway. The blue floor making contact with my black high top chucks. My orange camouflage goodie protecting me from the on coming stares.
'Dylan Frank. Please report to the principal's office immediately.' The loud speaker up above said to me. I heard the distant ohh's and ahh's from classrooms, as I made my way towards the principal's office. A smile playing on my lips as I entered the familiar place. I pulled my motocross hat down over my brown hair, and nodded at the receptionist.
"Yo What up Greg." I slapped my principal's hand. Looking him in his clear blue eyes.
"It's Mr.Eartly to you. And a handshake would be just enough." He said in his snobbish tone. And just to piss him off..
"Nah. I like the name greg. And I don't handshake." I said with my eternal smirk.
"You could do us a favor and act like a girl once and I while." The one and only Lacey said while entering the same room I was in. I snickered.
"Yeah, and you could do us a favor and cover up that ugly face of yours, but I don't see you doing that." I said. My sarcastic self never leaving.
"Uh. Whatever." She said with a wave of her tan hand. Her long nails inches away from my face. I shoved her hand back down into her lap and looked at greg. He was a big man, but just fat. Really fat. And smelled of cheese.
"What do you want?" I asked. Bored already.
"Well." He cleared his throat. " We are starting a new project. It's um." He cleared his throat again. " For new students. We want them to feel welcomed. And we picked three students to do that. You, Dylan. You, Lacey. And Matt Clover." He cleared his throat again. I was boiling over with anger. He's seriously going to make me work with those hoe bags!
"No thanks." I said, with an angry tone in my voice.
"I'm in. Is Matt?" Lacey said. Of coarse she'd ask about him. The man of her fucking dreams. Big whoop.
"Yes. Matt is in." Greg said. And I groaned in defeat. "Dylan. It's either this. Or I expel you from this school for back talking Mr.Charels. And ditching class. And being caught with drugs on school campus. You choose.' I pondered this for a half a second.
