Immature

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"What?!" My mother screeched out, almost dropping the cup of coffee in her hands. Based on her reaction people might think I killed someone.

"All I'm saying is that I think a change of scenery will do some good," I say slowly, trying not to provoke my mother any further. "Plus, I've already finished all the curriculum for my grade and three grades above me. It's not like keeping me in this school will do me any good." My mother looks at me with her calculating gaze, still not quite believing that any good could come from public school.

"Please mom," I plead, desperately wanting to get out of that whole private school environment. "I promise that I'll do whatever you want, I just don't want to have to stay in that school any longer."

"What's wrong with that school?" My mother questions. "You haven't had a problem with it until now."

"I just realized, I don't want to be like those people," I say slowly. "I don't want to be a snobbish stuck-up brat and by spending all my time surrounded by those kinds of people, I will turn into one."

"Don't say that kind of stuff about your friends."

"We all know that none of those girls are actually my friends," I struggle to not roll my eyes at my mothers' comment. "Just last week, the girls went out for lunch and conveniently 'forgot' to invite me. They had no problem making the plans right in front of me though."

"Really?"

"Yes, they're all such fake people." I let out a long sigh. "I just don't want to be surrounded by that anymore."

"What makes you think that public school will be any different?" My mother cocks her eyebrow.

"All those people are spoilt by their parents' money, they have no sense of independence," I try to find the right way to phrase it. "At least in public school, I'll know that there'll be a couple of real people who aren't corrupted by greed."

My mother pauses for a long moment before saying; "are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," confidence oozes from my words. "I'm 100% sure mom."

"Ok fine," she caves. "We'll talk about it, but you most definitely have to stay there till the school year ends"

I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tight. "You won't regret this mom!"

"Now you've just got to convince your father," my mother says with a shudder. "And you're going to be late for the bus."

"I know, I know. I'm leaving," I grab my to-go cup of coffee and rush towards the front door. "Also, I'm spending the night at dads. Love you!"

"Have fun trying to butter him up. Hope you have a good day at school!"

Coffee and backpack in hand I rush out the front door, a newfound bounce in my step. My mother didn't need to know that I had pretty much lied that entire conversation. Well, not entirely, people really are extremely fake. That just wasn't why I want to leave the academy.

I have never really felt that I could be my actual age at that school. I'm always expected to be the 'mature' one and frankly, it's become tiring. I want to let loose sometimes and be a rash 15-year-old sometimes. I don't mean go out and get high as a kite, I mean sneaking out in the middle of the night and going to a friends house to talk about boys or hanging out after school instead of immediately going home to do my homework and finish all my chores. And I suppose the constant rumours don't exactly help.

Then it hit me, I had very clearly missed my bus and there was no way that I was walking 5K to get to school late. I begrudgingly walk back up the steps to my front door. I open the door and step in the foyer.

"Mom?" I call out.

"Missed the bus?" my mom calls back. "Come on, I'll drive you. I was just about to leave anyway".

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"And that, class, is why you should never try to-" Mr. Simmons is cut off by the ringing of the bell and the scraping of chairs as students make their way to the cafeteria. "Sienna, please stay after class."

I can hear muttering 'class pet' as they pass by me while I pack my books back into my bag. Nothing new.

I make my way up to the front of the class to Mr. Simmons desk. "What can I do for you?"

"Sienna," Mr. Simmons begins. "I just wanted to tell you that your score on the last math test was incredible. I purposefully gave out a test that I knew was way beyond everyone's capability to gauge what everyone's determination level is, and to say that I'm impressed would be an understatement. You aced a college-level math test with 20 minutes to spare."

"Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I really appreciate your saying so." I say quietly, praying that everyone had already left the classroom. "If that's all, I should really get going now. I don't want to miss an opportunity to study in the library."

With that said I spun on my heel and walked out of his classroom. Why did this have to always happen? The school gossips were going to eat this up. And if someone overheard us? I'm done for.

I quickly run into the girls' bathroom and lock myself in a stall before anyone sees me.

"-Honestly though," a familiar voice enters the bathroom. "I'm surprised she hasn't slept with Mr. Simmons yet." shrill laughter comes after that statement, proving that I have more than one guest.

"Yeah, I mean she dresses like a slut," a new voice chimes in. "I wouldn't be surprised if she was only getting good grades because she's good with 'extra credit'." at this point I can tell that they are clearly talking about me. The laughter seems to be suffocating me, it's almost freakish how much their laugh resembles that of a hyena.

I bust out of the stall, unable to hear anymore and am shocked to see who it is. Standing before me are my so-called "friends".

"Guess you always told me that I dressed like a cheap hooker," I scoffed. "How fucking cliché."

"No, Sienna." Iris starts. "Just hear-"

"No, Iris." I interrupt. "Hear me out!"

"I have tried so fucking hard for the past 5 years to fit in with you guys, but you exclude me from everything! You talk shit behind my back and tell people fake stories to cover up the fact that you're just a bunch of 'daddy's girls' who are nobodies without the name brands that you use to overcompensate for shitty personalities. You all think my life is so much easier than yours because I get good grades and the teachers like me. You have no fucking idea what kind of pressure I'm under, but the thing is you don't even care. And I'm so fucking done with it all."

Storming out of the bathroom, I ran to the nurses' office.

"Mrs. Tess, I'm not feeling too well can I have a pass to go home?" I ask, using my acting skills to look as sick as possible.

"Sure honey, here you go." she hands me the pass and I run out of there.