maths homework

chapter 1

katya pov

it was raining.
i woke up to her screaming alarm. as i hits it to turn it off pat walks in, honestly the best person in my life. pat walks over to me with a hot cup of coffee, shes already dressed and ready for the day. on the other hand i am half dead in my bed and already about an hour late for school.
"i love you mom" i sighs to my mother, pat never gives up on me no matter what. pat knows i can achieve great things i just needs to put my mind to it, whether its my gymnastics or my languages or my comedy i just need to keep pushing to be great.

its my first day of my new school, the last one kicked mr out because its 'wrong' to bring drugs into school and its 'bad' to be an addict. this new school accepted me because if they help a 17 year old who is sober from multiple drugs itll look good on their record, schools are so dumb. i gets up and walk to the closet, i really should make a statement for my first day but also who gives two fucks im already a joke. katya just hopes theres cool people at school.

opening my closet i already know what im goinh to wear. i picks up my favourite tshirt, my boyfriends old ripped up nirvana tshirt. i smell it, it smells just like him. it makes me feel safe. hes the best. after throwing that on my very naked body i pick up a pair of black and red lace boy shorts and a pair of ripped jeans, no need for a bra i has always thought bras are dumb. after sorting out the messy self cut bob i heads downstairs ready for the day.

after breakfast i walk out onto the driveway and i head out to my car throws the bag into the passenger seat and starts it up, im is already late for school but does i care? of course not. my first lesson is maths anyway and lord knows that shit doesnt matter. while driving up i am blasting my music im is currently addicted to the gorillaz and is blasting their first album so everyone could hear.

pulling up into school at 9:30 isnt a good first impression apparently, i never knew that. after i got lead to my first class, maths, i was left alone. knocking on the door and pushing it open, all eyes on me, for the first time in ages i felt out of my comfort zone.

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"ah zamo im glad you could make it to your first day of school" what stuck up teacher thinks she can talk to me like that? its fucking rude. i didnt decided to come here no need to be fuckinh rude. i realised i hadnt said anything, fuck i look like a fish out of water fuck.
"yea i decided to show up seemed more fun than shooting up heroine, maybe not as fun as smoking a joint but we cant always get what we want" the class blows up with laughter some girl with black hair and perfect eyeliner calls me over.
"um no ms zamo i dont think you will be sitting with violet im not an idiot also it isnt a good idea to get yourself a detention on your first day is it? sit with trixie." the teacher points to a pile of pink giant pink hair and some glasses. well this will be fun, sat with a nerd.

as i sit down next to this girl she gives me a nervous smile then looks down, like shes already scared of me. fuck sake i always do this.
"zamo get a pen out, now"
i look at her i know i can test this teacher she hasnt got anything on me
"sorry ms i currently dont own one" this teacher stares me down like crazy but i will no back down not now not ever.
"here have mine"
a giant smile big eyeline and the hottest thing ever just gave me her pen.

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