"When love is not madness, it is not love," what a load of B.S. I made sure to speak under my breath, as to not "disturb the rest of the class", I could not risk getting written up again. I mean I had a reputation to protect.
Honestly, I can't believe we have to read this crap, I mean nobody actually cares. Except for maybe Mary, they call me a goody-goody, they should get a load of her. I may not be one of those girls that smoke, drink, or put out, but I sure as hell know how to have a good time. As i sat quietly in Mrs. Ebony's english class, i felt myself slowly drifting away...deeper and deeper. Until SMACK, a large, boney hand made its way on to the back of my head, causing my entire face to make contact with the hard, splintering desk. If you thought I hated Mrs. Ebony previously, well now i'm pissed and she better get out of my line of punching. My head would defiantly be bruised in the morning, I mean I should be used to it by now, with they amount of hate I got at home.
"See me after class, Ms. Heart," she seethed, slowly walking away. The whole class snickered as I rubbed my head wishing for some Ibuprofen.
Class continued after the incident, she continued teaching while I continued hating. One day she will know how how it feels to be despised, how it feels to be left dead inside. The bell finally rang, but I stayed sitting, I wanted to hear what this women had to say to me, cause I sure had a couple of things to say to her. So I sat, like a good student, as I waited for her lecture. When she finished dismissing the last of my peers, she walked over, her heels clinking on the floor, making my ears bleed.
"Do you know why I asked you to stay Ms. Heart?"she said crossing her arms, the way that adults do. I prolonged my response, knowing it made her angry.
I let out a chuckle. "I don't know ma'am, I just thought you enjoyed my company." I knew I was walking on thin ice, but the way her face deflated when I talked back was just to irresistible to pass up. Crossing my arms, I sat back and smiled waiting to here her comeback. I was on a roll.
"Do you think this is a joke, Ms. Heart?"the old lady breathed obviously annoyed. " I will assure you, this is no joke, your on your third strike now, and I know you know what that means." she said trying to break me. It wasn't working.
"Oh do I get to go visit Mr. Voss now, you know, I always thought he was kinda hot, thanks for helping me out, you've been a wonderful wing women, or shall I say wing man," I taunted body checking her. Everybody had always thought she was secretly a man, with her boney hands, and deep voice. I knew it bothered her, but hey she kinda deserved it for giving me a splintering headache.
I got up and made my way to the door, looking back to see the damage I had done. She truly looked hurt, but did I care, absolutely not, in fact it was kinda funny. I don't know why I was that way, unemotional, but I had always enjoyed making others suffer, I know it sounds psychotic, but it's just the way I was raised. Growing up in a home where no one loved you, was tough,but I learned easily that the only person worthy of my love and trust was myself, and maybe Kylie but mainly myself.
Kylie Jean was my best friend. We grew up together, side by side as neighbors. So she knew how much I went through, daily, she was always there to listen when I was on the brink of destruction, or even be the shoulder to just cry on. She was the person I had always turn to when things got out of control at home. Her family were the only people that knew about my situation, so they let me stay there from time to time. Bree and Levi Jean were like a second set of parents to me, and I appreciated it more than they knew.
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Walking up to Kylie, I tapped her shoulder. She turned around, obviously startled, and kneed me right in the crotch. I screamed out in pain, why did she think I was a guy?
"Ahhhh, why did you do that?" I said crossing my legs, woddling like a penguin. Getting strange looks galore, I decided against the crossing of my legs and just delt with the pain.
"I'm sorry I thought you were Oswald." Kylie said apologetically.
"You mean the penguin boy, why would you think I was him?" I was definitely confused but I decided not to push it farther. Plus I had reached my destination so I just said goodbye and left it at that.
"Okay, well have fun with Mr. Voss," she joked wiggling her eyebrows.
I laughed, making my way to the main office. I signed in, and slowly made my way to our principle's office. I couldn't decide if I felt scared or excited. Maybe he had to call my parents, boy I hope not. Or maybe he just was going to suspend me, if so then he could go right ahead. Upon reaching the door, I paused, putting my hand on the doorknob, hesitantly I twisted the loose knob and gave it a push.
"Ahh Ms. Heart please take a seat, and could you close the door while your at it please?" he said as calm as can be. I get why girls found him so attractive, he was tall, dark , handsome, and his voice sent shivers down my spine. I did as I was told, closed the door and took a seat across from him, so close yet so far. I decided I would take my time with this one, and really make him yearn, I mean I didn't see a ring on his finger so what was the harm in it.
"So Ms. Heart do you know why your here?"he said smoothly. I chuckled feeling a familiar sense of deja vu. He didn't seem to understand my antics so i settled down, crossed my arms, and displayed the most serious face that I could muster. I failed, a small smile creeping on to my face.
"You seem to think this is funny, well boy do I have a deal for you." he replied obviously amused with himself.
My face deflated as a small, creepy smile slid on to his face." Oh boy," is all I could say.
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Author's note:
Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the suckiness of this first chapter, it's my first book and I just want to make sure everything is perfect. Also, i'm sorry there is currently no cover, I want to make my own cover so it will take some time, but I promise it will be awesome. Hope you guys enjoyed!!!
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