Luckily, I put up my arms in time to block most of the pasta from burning my face, but the result was a couple dozen welts on my forearms. Great. This means I need to wear long sleeves tomorrow.
I know better than to yell at him when he’s drunk, so I just cleaned up the pasta and broken glass (resulting in cuts on my hands… can’t really hide those) and quickly went upstairs. I said hi to my mother who was lounging in the room she shared with my father. I don’t blame her. The farther away from Dad, the better. I grabbed the letter from school off my desk and carefully opened it, glancing quickly through the standard letter to parents and soaking in all of my class information.
1st Period: Biology I
2nd Period: Calculus I
3rd Period: English I
4th Period: Spanish II
5th Period: Lunch
6th Period: Music
MUSIC? FUCKING MUSIC? WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?
I took music last year and absolutely HATED it. I mean, I love to sing and I dabble a bit in piano and guitar, but the people were horrendous. Most all of the pimp-posse was there, and we were constantly doing group projects with assigned partners. That was hell.
What am I gonna do?
~~~School the next day~~~
“Good morning staff and students! Welcome to the first day of the new semester! Remember to enjoy all of your new classes. If you have a problem with your schedule, please go to the classes you have been assigned and meet with a counselor during your lunch period. That’s all for this morning, ladies and gentlemen, and remember, keep it classy.”
Are you fucking kidding me? Now I have to go to a counselor during lunch. Fuck.
The day slowly went by, full of boring lectures about guidelines from each instructor. By lunch, I was ready to pass out.
But no.
I had to go see a friggin counselor because some skank-ass ho fucked up my schedule.
The guidance office was pretty packed with upset teenagers, so I had to wait a while before my turn. In fact, it was less than a couple minutes until I had to go to the dreaded class.
“What can I help you with, sweetie?” Some fake, crayon-faced counselor inquired.
“Um, there’s a mistake on my schedule. Instead of Creative Writing, I’m stuck in Music.”
The woman tapped into her computer for a bit before emitting a kraken-like giggle.
“Oh sweetheart, that’s no mistake! Ms. Drake signed you up for it!”
Ms. Drake. My old music teacher. The only decent person at this school.
I didn’t know what to say. I was dumbfounded. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. As long as she was teaching it, I’d get through it.
“Uh, sorry. Thanks.” I mumbled at the woman as I awkwardly scooted my chair back and stood up.
I mean, I’m bummed about not being able to take creative writing, but hopefully the pimp-posse won’t be all up in my business this time.
Hopefully.
I walked into music a good 15 minutes late. Yeah, I coulda made it only five minutes late, but I basically stalled. She wouldn’t care. She liked me. I checked the room number one more time. Yep. Her room. I knocked on the door and waited for a second. It sounded like a bunch of dying whales in there. They must be doing warm ups.
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My Teacher, Louis Tomlinson
FanfictionSkylynn Eaton is lives a tough life. Her father despises her, her peers even more so. What happens when this lonely, depressed teen is forced into music with the energetic new teacher, Mr. Louis Tomlinson? And what happens when things begin to escal...
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