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Chapter 64:
Arabella's POV:
Well today's Monday, and Mondays suck, so screw everything.
I can't find my pencil. Ugh. "Mrs. Lassiter?"
She rolls her eyes. Way to be lackadaisical. "What, Arabella."
"I don't have a pencil..."
She looks pissed. "That sounds like a personal problem, Arabella. Fix it."
I roll my eyes. I find a pencil on the ground but half of it is gone.
Mrs. Lassiter looks for something on her desk. "I can't seem to find my teaching planner..."
I say all sassy and sarcastically, "Uh, that sounds like a personal problem!"
"Arabella!!! Out of my classroom!"
"You don't own this classroom."
"Arabella! What's gotten into you lately?!"
Some kid behind me says, "She just broke up with her boyfriend."
Tf?!? No, we're back together! "My relationship has nothing to do with you!! Now... Uh... Go lock yourself in your closet and pray for forgiveness, or I will smack you upside your triangular-shaped head!"
The class laughs. "Arabella! You are causing a distraction in class!" Mrs. Lassiter screeches.
The kid behind me says, "What, so I'm a conehead now?"
"No, you're a pinhead," I say to him.
So yeah...
The bell rings.
I'm in second hour. Ugh. Fashion.
Fashion is a class where you make things like pajama pants.
The kid who i threatened earlier, I think his name is Dylan, comes up to me.
"Arabella you're mean!"
"If you call me mean again, I'll punch you in the face, Dylan!"
"Dylan? Who the fuck is Dylan?"
"Wait... You're not Dylan?"
"I'm Caleb."
"What?"
"You're weird. Bye."
We have a sub. The class takes forever. Finally, after 50 dreading minutes, the bell rings.
Lunch. Ugh, I have Lunch with Dylan-I mean- Caleb.
He makes me mad so I threw a chair at him across the room.
"What the hell?!?"
"SELF-DEFENSE, BITCH!"
I run off.
In fourth hour I get a call to go to the office. Ugh.
I get a note that says crap like some teachers are "worried about my behavior" and that I should "get some guidance by a therapist."
Geez. Ruude.
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