"You gon call me papi, I'll make your body happy-, Nicky Jam."
Mariana POV:
I've always loathed science. For some reason I've always been terrible at it. I've managed to ace every class, except this one.
I get pretty good grades, and all of my teachers have given us an easy year.
Except Mr. Mahone.
My classmates love me. Note the sarcasm.
Everyday I get shoved into some locker or tripped. Some school system. I hate coming to school.
As much as I try getting my dad to switch me, he never has the time.
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My 7th period, also my last period of the day, consisted of natural science. My lovely teacher, Mr. Mahone always gives me a hard time in class.
He can shove it up.
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"Mariana. Stay after class please."
I go back to my seat since I was ready to leave by the door and plop back down.
Mr. Mahone gets out of his chair and walks to my seat.
"Have you checked your grade recently Miss santos?"
I shake my head looking down at the floor.
"Look at me while I'm speaking to you."
I roll my eyes and look up at him.
"Mariana. This is an easy class. A 7th grader can pass it. You're now a senior."
I sigh
"If it was so easy maybe my grade wouldn't be such crap."
He was doing a poor job at hiding his annoyance.
"Look, you get good grades. It's senior year I get it. But there's no reason for you to be failing my class."
"Maybe it's that I doing like your shitty way of teaching."
I don't know what was happening to me. I've never been rude to a teacher, much less one that's trying to help me.
"Mariana I'm trying to help-"
"I don't need your help." I cut him off
"Well from the looks of it you do."
"Look I don't need rat shit from you. You're just another fucker trying to ruin my life so why don't you fuck off and let me go?"
He widened his eyes in shock, I was taken back myself honestly, for a second I thought he'd smack me.
"Detention with me everyday after school for 2 weeks."
"You can't do that!" I said getting out of my seat.
"Would you prefer a trip to the principals office?"
I shook my head and sat back down.
"That's what I thought. I expect you here after school tomorrow Miss santos."
"Yes Mr. Mahone." I sighed
And with that I stormed out of the class.
Who does he think he is?
"Hey Santos!"
Oh no.
