Frenemies With The Principal (Editing)

|We Meet Again|Evil...er? Who knew!|

I stared at the entrance of the high school. I have been far too rebellious this summer. I feel bad for my father having to put up with me. But hey, I did this all because of my evil step mom. My father said to give her a chance, I did! But... She must be Satan's mistress because I cannot handle her! She treats me as though I was her personal slave!

I ran away for a whole week so I could get away from her constant verbal abuse and sometimes, it would get physical. During the time I had a ran away I dyed a red streak in my hair and got a tattoo! I got a freakin tattoo! But it was worth it, I got it because it reminded me of my mom, my real mother.

I straightened my back and burst through the doors with a grin. "I'm back!!!" I sang. Everyone turned around and greeted me with bro fists and high fives.

Officially a senior now!

A group of girls that can be easily compared to The Plastics from Mean Girls scowled at me.

Throughout my ninth to eleventh grade years I had been able to make many friends and enemies. Obviously The Plastics wannabes are my enemies, the principal considers me as one, but I consider him more like a... Frenemy.

Speaking of the principal... where is he?

I glided around the school greeting the others, most of them had not recognized me if it weren't for my voice. I am a late bloomer, just this summer my body began to take its changes.

Dude! I finally got boobies! And curves! And booty! I finally feel like a woman! Too bad I don't act like one!

I walked to the main office to get my schedule. A man stood there speaking to the lady behind the desk. I couldn't help but check him out, his muscled torso was hidden under a white dress shirt. His slacks were tight around his perfectly shaped ass. I bit my lip.

Someone cleared their throat interrupting my wondering mind. The receptionist scowled at me for shamelessly checking the guy out. I gave her a grin and walked over to the desk. "I'd like my class schedule." I said.

Without even asking for my name, she typed on her computer then went to the printer room to get my schedule. I felt someone's stare burning my back. I glanced behind me and found no one. The hot guy was gone, I shivered.

That was creepy.

The lady came back and gave me my class schedule. I thanked her. She was surprised, I don't normally do that. I left to go to my first class, math.

Oh math, thou shall always be boring to moí!

My dad had told me to not cause any trouble in school, with all the things that I had done to stress him out. I promised him that I'd be good in school. Do you know how hard that was!

Especially if the class is as boring as this one! It took my every ounce of power not to make a scene.

English class was next, It's an okay class. I sat in my seat with a heavy sigh. Judy, my best friend asked me why have I been so calm lately.

"I made this promise to my dad ever since I got back, you know, from running away. Anywhore, since I caused enough trouble, I promised him to not make a commotion in school." I finished.

"That sucks! Telling you to stay out of trouble is like telling you to stop breathing! But it's good you promised him that, it'll prevent you from getting expelled." She replied.

I rolled my eyes and focused my attention at the teacher. Gretchen, Samantha aka Shelly and Brittany (The Plastic Wannabes) strutted into the classroom late and took their seats, which happen to be near me.