LIFE UNFAIR

(Hell) I mean Highschool

Picture above is of how i think Alexis Jasmine and the farternal twins would look like. Thanks to Pintrest.

Alexis P.O.V.

     I walk the hall of Westerfeild high to my first period economics class. I'm getting disgusted looks by all the fake ass Barbie's.

     I hate this school it's already bad enough that i got to deal with a bitch at home that's right the person that gave birth to me and her shit now I have to go to this piece of shit place and get judged by all these fake ass people. I ignore their judgmental glares and the guys cat calls and walk into my economics class with my head held high as the bell rings ignoring Mr.Thomsons lecture of being a second late to class.

I sit in the back of the class and get out my flip phone and message Jas my lil sister to be good and meet me at the play ground across from her school and I would be their with the boys that go to a preschool a blosk from here and her school which is 12 blocks from their and we have to take the bus to my work at Coltons until 8:40 then catch the bus and go to the end of the line as they call it and walk a mile to the messed up motel we are currently residing get my brothers changed fed washed changed and put to bed along with Jas after I help her with her homework get her to sleep then do my homework and get myself to sleep then start the rotten all over again.

my phone vibrates letting me know I have a message I look at it and its from Jas "k no prob mom love ya"
Jasmine has always called me mom ever since she was born its no prob considering I raised both her and the boys since they where born.

     "Ms.Clarkson is their something you would like to share with us" Mr.Thomson said me bein a smart ass I replied "Mr.Thomson don't't you have something to teach us" I ignored the guys cat calls and the girls laughing rolled my eyes got my torn up note book out and started writing the notes for the study guide final. Ms.Thomson easily forgets things you say or do once he see's someone else doin something against his "rules" which is one of the reasons I haven't gotten sent to the principels or detention usually its whispering people tryin to sleep or paper throwing. I was still looking down and I could tell Mr.thomson was gonna say something but thats when the classroom door opened saved I thought to myself.

I'm finished with the notes so I put my head down ignoring everything not even caring if Mr.Thomson turns his attention back to me I'm about to fall asleep when I hear Mr.Thomson say Clarson raise your hand and you know better then to sleep in my class I just keep my head down and raise my hand.a few moments later I feel the empty desk behind me infrunt and to the sides of me bein taken I just keep my head down I'm too tired to even care and its problably just the late kids coming in.

45 minutes and a million times of my name bein called later the bellrings signaling the end of first period I grab the homework turn in my completed classwork that I rushed to get done and turn it in to mr.Thomson and I go to walk out the door Clarkson I hear the teacher say I don't mind turning around he says pay attention more I just continue walking out put my hand thumb in the air and say yes sir and walk toward my next class algebra 2 Mr.Kenedy's I feel like I'm bein watched but who cares it's school their is bound to be someone looking at you or teachers watching you especially if your like me the "Bad ass" or should I saythe "bitch" since I like to tell the truth even if its rudeor when people dont like or wont except it.

I walked in my algebra 2 class sat down in the back corner take the notes on the bored and write them in the same notebook as I did for economics I ignore everyone around me mainly because their all fake and they are giving me sympathy and empathy looks more then likely from what I'm wearing which is a black tank top with the black on the the back I used scissors to make the back look like wingspans plus my dark washed out shorts that I cut up because they where too worn out and some old black nickes that look new but are just the mother that gave birth to me.