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17| 'she what' + he actually likes civics

Rider

Did I forget to tell you that we had been on a Spring Break? Oh, I'm stupid.

I groaned as I lazily entered school. Spring Break was officially over and now I was just plain angry. I guess I had insomnia or something last night because I definitely didn't sleep well. I've been thinking of ditching, but I guess I just want to meet up with some of my friends. I might skip at some point today, I'm not entirely sure, yet.

"O-m-g, did you hear about that girl who did that thing??" I heard a girl whisper to her friend.

Gossip. I hate it, school needs it, and this wouldn't be a society without it. I rolled my eyes. They were probably just talking about girl stuff. I bet their friend asked out some guy and he said yes or something. Same old, same old. I'm still thoroughly surprised that news spreads so fast, though, even when we have a break from school. It's absolutely nuts. Girl will be girls, I suppose.

"O-eme-ge!" Another girl told her friend as I passed another set of horomonal teenage girls.

Hey, not my problem. But, I suspected that the one girl was taking Spanish classes, as I know 'O-M-G' would be the more correct English term. I groaned when I reached my first period. Math. I hate it so much that it's not even healthy. I groaned and took a seat at my desk. I waved to Seth as he strode in, watching as he took a seat at the end of the room. Aha. So, he used to sit next to me, but when I got detention that last time, the teacher found out he was somewhat in on it, and so now we aren't allowed to sit by each other anymore. Teachers are such drags. Seriously.

"So, let me take roll," Mr. Rodriguez began, staring down at the paper in his hands.

"Jackson."

"Here."

"Michael."

"Here."

"James M."

"He's not here." Someone called out, making the teacher roll his eyes.

Seriously, why is he a teacher if he hates us all so much?

"Seth."

"Hiya! Miss me over the break??" Seth announced, wiggling his eyebrows.

Mr. Rodriguez glared at him before turning back to the attendance sheet.

It's upsetting how he still doesn't know most of our names. Seriously. It's so sad.

"Rider?"

"What up?" I asked, earning a glare.

Rude, bro, rude.

"Dak– oh, wait. She's not here anymore," The teacher said, cutting himself off.

What? What does he mean "not here anymore?" Did she finally transfer schools!? YES! Time to activate IIPM–aka: Intense, Internal, Party Mode. I guess I was so busy partying that I missed the rest of the role call.

"So, onto today's lesson," Mr. Rodriguez announced.

I rolled my eyes. I am failing this class, yes, but I NEVER ASKED TO GO TO SCHOOL! It just so happens that going to school is a duty. Oh, yeah, I listened in Civics class back in the olden days of my schooling career. Hey, don't judge. It's not my fault that the only subject I'm actually okay with has to deal with the past. I groaned, I really hate school.

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I was finally in my last period, history. Well, I guess I'd rather end the school day with a better mood than I've been in so far today. Unfortunately, Seth wasn't in this period. But, then again, he hates history so I internally diss him out. When the tardy bell rang, our teacher, Mr. Armbrister, wasted no time into getting into today's lesson.