La Douleur Exquise h.s/l.h

1. We Do Everything Together

Lana's point of view:

It was 7 AM on a monday morning when I woke up from my sleep and got up to go get ready for hell. I went downstairs to see a plate on the counter with my breakfast on it. I grabbed my breakfast and my bag and gave my mom a goodbye kiss on the cheek. I hopped in my dad's car and we picked up my best friend. I'm so lucky to live by my best friend. We've been neighbours since forever. She's amazing. We do everything together.

The car stops and the door of her house flies open. She gets in the car fixing her seatbelt "Ready to burn in hell?" she asks. "I sure am." I say rolling my eyes.

My dad drops us off and we see a bunch of people out front. Crowds of people all over the school yard made it more difficult to move through. We walked to our lockers and grabbed our already printed out schedule. The principal decided that we should get schedules before the school years starts so we can be prepared. We can never be prepared for what happens in this hell hole. I sigh checking my schedule:

•1.period: history- Mr. Madej
•2.period: English- Mr. Styles
•3.period: art- Mrs. Andrews
•4.period: math- Mr. Hemmings
•5.period: P.E- Mr. Irwin
•6.period: chemistry- Mrs. Rivers
•7.period: homeroom- Mr. Styles

We were excited to have Mr. Madej again this year because he is our favorite teacher. We saw some new names on the paper but we didn't think much of it. Walking into history class, we greeted Mr. Madej and took our seats in the front. The lesson was fun like always so it flew by pretty fast. We changed classrooms and the bell rang again signaling the start of our second period: English with Mr. Styles. He's one of the new teachers.

"Ugh, I hate English." Martha says as I walk in before her. "Oh, ur gonna like it when you see the teacher." I add as I glance over at Mr. Styles. "Let's go in the back." she whispers. "Mkay." I mumble.

All the girls had their eyes glued to Mr. Styles as he was writing his name on the chalkboard " Ugh, they're disgustang" I say making a grimace. Martha raises her hand to my comment and I slap it giving her a highfive. Mr. Styles suddenly clears his throat and begins speaking in a deep British accent.

"Hello class, I'm Mr. Styles and I'm gonna be your teacher for this year. Karen, the school slut, raises her hand and she asks in her famous high pitched voice "How old are you, you look really young ." she winks. Mr. Styles just smiles politely and answers "That's none of your bussines, but I'm still gonna answer you. I'm 25."

Everybody let's out a big gasp. I look over at my best friend and I wiggle my eyebrows at her. "Stop!" she says and throws a paper ball at me. We start giggling and see a big shadow standing above us. "Seems like you two are sitting up front." he says with a "I don't feel bad for you at all" smirk on his face.

"Dang." Martha says under her breath as we switch seats with the kids in front. The rest of the class went by as the girls, mostly the school slut Karen, drooled over Mr. Styles. I can say myself that he is pretty handsome. But come on, he's our teacher. That's illegal and just not right so I don't know what do the droolers expect.

As we were walking over to art class a handsome guy walked past us. A few girls checked him out and whistled his way. Art class went by pretty fast. Mrs. Andrews explained what we're gonna be doing throughout the year. We found ourselves walking to math class. Already tired, we just wanted to go home. We sat at the back, again. The only class we would actually willingly sit up front is Mr. Madej's.

"Did you see the way Karen was acting towards Mr. Styles? She was ready to get laid. It's pathetic." my best friend says rolling her eyes. "Someone's jelaous." I say poking her arm. She takes off her shoe and charges it at me. "Ow!" I scowl as we hear the door opening.