The High School Rulebook

Rule 1: Be prepared

BRINGGGGG!

I'm surprised I made it to school on time, I thought.
I never knew how clutch my multitasking skills could be. I somehow miraculously managed to shower, dress, brush my hair and teeth, and grab a granola bar for breakfast in a matter of 20 minutes.
I should probably be used to getting up early by now, but no matter how many times I try and get up early, I always sleep through alarm and end up being awoken by my mothers gentle voice.
"Kate, you're going to be late, let's go!"
What would i do without my human alarm clock?

I quickly scanned the classroom, surveying its vacant seats in the process. It was like the classroom was sectioned off: The smarter ones sat up and the front, the smart yet chill kids in the middle, the so called 'populars' to the left, and others scattered elsewhere. I decided to sit in the back in order to be able to catch up on the homework I probably won't do during the course of this school year. As I sat, my sleek brown hair got caught in the chair, and It hurt like a bitch!
"Damn those little silver circle thingys!" I proclaimed to myself.

Good thing I played it off well enough, because I really wasn't trying to make a fool of my self on the first fricking day.

Mr. Tang, our English teacher, started with the school rituals of how we are expected to follow the disciplinary rules of Grissington high. Half of the class, myself included, dozed off until the bell rang again, signaling that we had five minutes to do whatever and make it to our second period on time.

As I strolled down the hall, some seniors came out and pelted me with mini water balloons.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"

All i could think about was how immature these boys were. Like really? Mini water balloons? So lame. If they were really about it, they would've atleast come up with a more elaborate first day prank than this. Like seriously, my 4 year old sister probably helped them plan their pathetic prank.

The boys stood there, just laughing their asses of at me. I'm not talking about regular laughing, I'm talking about laughing so damn hard that you're clutching your stomach until there's no sound is coming out, kind of laughter. I didn't know whether to yawn or roll my eyes, so i settled with the latter.My emerald green eyes proceeded to roll 180 degrees, but I refused to let them get away with this with a simple eye roll.
I picked up a yellow balloon that thankfully had just rebounded of off my bag. I threw it at the smirking boy who I assumed was the 'leader' of his little posy and smashed it right in his face.
Stupid boy.

"Next time try filling your stupid balloons with shit because thats what your prank was, dickhead!"
I yelled as i swiftly flicked them off and stormed off towards the lady's room.

As I reached the girls bathroom, I silently praised the lord that the bathroom was vacant. I checked the mirror frantically and pulled out my emergency make up case and a spare pair of jean shorts and  a cute frilly beige top. I re-applied my make-up and put the now soggy clothes into my purse.
"Thank God my mother taught me to always be prepared." I muttered to myself.
I then mentally high-fived myself for avoiding a potential code wet. Wow, i should really be a comedian because my jokes are just on fire today.

I bolted into my 2nd period class and was surprised when I spotted a short and stubby substitute on the first day of school. Usually, all the teachers are present so they can torture us with their monotonous voices.  I practically ran over to my best friend, Rebecca, and sat down next to her. She was a beautiful red-head with the slightest freckles that are only noticeable if you're lucky enough to get extremely close to her. We had the same athletic built and slightly tanned skin that apparently boys went crazy for. Immediately Rebecca started filling me on the latest gossip.

"Kade and Wendy broke up, We have a new foreign exchange student, Josh, and Brittany is out to get your ass."

I smirked "She can come at me with the best she's got. I've always loved good bitch drama."

The substitute started blabbing on about something that I could not give two less fucks about than I already didn't about.  Finally the period finished and we were out of the door faster than you could say "Brittany is Grisslington high's biggest whore."