Counting Stars

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"Hurry up" eli whines, throwing his head back like a child.

I internally tell him to shut the fuck up.

We have been working on this science project pretty much all hour, and thanks to eli, we aren't even half done.

I currently have a c in this class, so I need to bring my grades up before we graduate in 3 months.

I sigh irrarbly, impatiently tapping my nails on the table.

Waiting for the chemicals to mix or whatever the fuck they were suppose to create, I wasn't listening.

Normally, not under these circumstances, I would be the top one in my class, all a student, all that gone out the window this year.

I sigh, looking around the room bordley, no catching anyone's eye thankfully.

"Tick tock" Mr.ray tisks, walking by us, pointint at his watch warningly.

I roll my eyes

Yes I get it we are way far behind. Thanks to elija here.

"Its done" eli cheers, grabbing my attention.

I take this time to show the teacher, which he marks something on his paper with a sigh.

Whatever, his loss

I set the tubes back, gathering up my things for my finial class of the day.

"Remember everyone, class reports are due Monday" he calls, just as the bell rings.

I sigh, for about the millionth time today, collpasing into my social studies chair, which is thankfully in back.

"Ey, savanna, how are Yuh" a voice calls, taking a seat beside me.

I really am not associated with the right people

I push that thought to the back of my mind, thats not me, without Zach I'm not me, so I'm left with...this me.

If that made sense.

"Hey peter" I say, slightly unintrested, taking in his shaved buzz cut and baggy clothes.

"How you doing" he asks, crossing his feet out in front of him.

"As good as I can be" I nod.

"Good, good" he nods, a smirk making its way onto his face.

"How's the candy"

He calls his drugs candy.

"Working when I need it" I breathe under my breathe.

He nods, "good"

"Hey, my spot, move" grey is suddenly standing over peter.

Peter laughs, "all yours man" with that, he makes his way across the classroom.

Grey smirks "gotta love peter though"

"For sure" I laugh.

"So how was Mr. Whathisface" he asks, looking bored.

"Boring"

We all know he means any class in general, hell I doubt grey even knows his own name.

Just then, logan enters, followed by his football posse.

Which consists of, porter, lance, dean, and trent.