Part 1
“You're in my seat.” I stated as I looked at her. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, she was obviously new here as everyone here had to wear their school uniform at every hour of the day. A part from in classes such as dance and drama.
“Really? I don't see your name on it.” Yup, she was definitely new to this school or she wouldn't have answered back. She continued to stare at me, having no intention to move.
“It does have my name on it. See!” I pointed to the back of the chair. She turned to see what it said, and then she started laughing.
“Oh sorry, I didn't know your name was 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'.” I could feel my cheeks getting hotter, I remember writing that a few weeks ago when I got bored waiting for the headmistress to call me into her office.
“Well what's it to you if that is my name?” I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Nothing, but it must be a mouthful to say and a pain in the a*se to write out.”
“Are you taking the p*ss?”
“Something like that. So, what's your real name?”
“What's it to you? For all you know my name might be 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'. So what's your name?”
“My name is 'Kimba Walshster thinks the name 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead' is stupid'.”
There was something about this girl that I liked. I didn't hate her like I hated most of the girls at this school. She was like me, well a politer, smarter and prettier version of me. I walked over to her and stuck my hand out.
“It's nice to meet you 'Kimba Walshster thinks the name 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead' is stupid'.”
Grinning, she shook my hand. “It's nice to meet you 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'.”
I took a seat next to her and watched as she pretended as if I wasn't there and went back to reading her book. I didn't like the fact that she was ignoring me, for some strange reason, I wanted her attention.
“Oi!” I whispered loudly as I jabbed her in the side, making her squirm. “What are you reading?”
“A book.”
“Oh, ha ha ha!” I replied sarcastically.
“I'm reading Les Misérables, it's an amazing book, film and play. If you must know.”
“Les what? Why are you speaking a different language? Is that like German or something?”
“Idiot, it's French.”
“Same thing really.”
She rolled her eyes at me and then began reading her book again. She was smiling and looking at me from the corner of her eye, I knew she was playing with me. When she had finished reading the page, I reached over and closed the book. She laughed and put the book in her bag and turned to face me.
“What do you want 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'?”
“You've got an accent.” I stated.
“And so do you.” She shot back at me.
“Where are you from?” I asked, ignoring her previous smart comment.
“My mum's womb. How about you?” This girl was quick with comebacks, I hope she plans to stick around here.
“Same place surprisingly.” I laughed. “Well from my mam's womb.. not your mam's.”
Before the girl could reply, the headmistress walked out of her office and looked at me and the new girl, who's real name I still didn't know.
“Good morning, Barbara!” I waved at her. “Busy day today is it? I usually don't have to wait this long.” I watched as a small smile appeared onto her face. I had been in the headmistresses office so many times before, that we were now on a first name basis. She had a soft spot for me, and I didn't get in as much trouble as I was meant to from her.
“In my office, now.” She ordered as I stood up and followed her. Stopping at the door, I turned back to face the new girl.
“I hope to see you around 'Kimba Walshster thinks the name 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead' is stupid'.” I laughed, receiving a quizzical look from Barbara.
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“So, what have you done this time Miss Tweedy?” Barbara sighed as I sat down in the seat opposite her.
“Well, I may or may not have refused to dissect a frog and then it may or may not have flown across the classroom and hit Mr Davidson on the back.”
“Cheryl...” She sighed as she placed her head in her hands. “What am I going to do with you?”
“How about a weeks detention, but not with Mr Davidson?”
“No, I'm going to let you off with a warning. Looking at your record, you had detention last week. Overall, out of the eighteen weeks you've been back at school, you've had fourteen weeks of detention. Cheryl, I know you're here on a dance scholarship and we really want to keep you, but I'm afraid that we'll have to let you go if you keep up with this behaviour.”
“Miss, you can't sent me back to Newcastle!”
“I don't want to Cheryl. So, please try and behave yourself.”
“Fine.” I sighed. “Thank you for the warning, I appreciate you not giving me a detention.”
She smiled at me and told me that I could go now. I walked out the room and saw the new girl sitting there reading her book again. I smiled to myself, she was such a geek but at the same time she was a sarcastic b*tch. Walking past her, I snatched the book from her hand and ran out the office.
“Oi!” I heard her laugh from behind me. I was glad she found the funny side in it, I thought she was going to come after me, but to my disappointment, the headmistress called her into the office.
Well, at least now she was going to have to come and find me to get her book back. I walked back to my dorm, flicking through the pages of the book. I was meant to be going back to class, but I couldn't be bothered with dealing with Mr Davidson. Flopping down on my bed, I opened the book and decided to give it a read.
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The door slowly creaked open and I put down the book I was reading and looked up to see the new girl standing there. I couldn't help but smile, there was something about her that just made me smile. I saw that she had a few suitcases and bags behind her, she was my new room mate.
“First my chair and now you're stealing my room too?” I joked as I walked over to her and helped her pull all of her stuff inside.
“Yeah, I steal identities too so watch out.” She joked as she sat down on the opposite bed from mine. “Shouldn't you be in class?”
“Should be, but I'm not. I really can't be bothered dealing with double science today. It'll be over in ten minutes and then I'll go to my next class.”
“Science isn't too bad, I'm quite good at it.”
“Yeah, but Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead. He sent me out half an hour into the first period.”
“So you have him for science? So do I.” She smiled. “When I saw my timetable, I saw the name and instantly thought of you.”
“You do realise you just compared me to a forty year old man who has no hair and no life, right?”
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I me-”
“I'm only joking.” I cut her off. “What you got next?”
“Drama, I can't wait. I hope it's a good class. What have you got?” I could see the passion in her eyes for the subject, she must really enjoy it.
“Don't worry, the school is one of the best in the country for it.” I smiled reassuringly. “I've got dance, I'll walk you to your class if you want, they're quite close and I don't mind being a few minutes late.”
“Are you sure? I don't want you to get into any more trouble...”
“It's fine, my teacher won't mind. She loves us. Just let me get changed and then we'll leave.”
I quickly grabbed a pair of trackies and a tank top and then went into the bathroom to get changed. After tying my hair up as well, I walked out of the bathroom to find the new girl still sitting on her bed, looking around and taking in her surroundings.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.” She replied, getting up from her bed.
We walked down the corridors in silence, if we were heard the chances were that I would get into trouble for skipping class again.
“That's the d*ckhead's class.” I whispered, pointing to Mr Davidson's classroom as we walked past it. She didn't say anything, she just giggled and continued walking. The bell went and suddenly hundreds of people flooded out of the classrooms, I grabbed the new girl's hand so I didn't lose her in the crowd. When we got to her drama class, I let go.
I turned to walk away, but I was stopped by her grabbing me and spinning me back around. “Thanks, 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead'.” she smirked at me.
“No problem 'Kimba Walshster thinks the name 'Chezza Tweedster thinks Mr Davidson is a d*ckhead' is stupid'.” I replied, earning a few curious stares from everyone around us, but neither of us seemed to care. “See you later.” I called over my shoulder as I walked away. “Have a good class.”
“You too!” She called back before disappearing into her class.
