My high school principle told me my skirt was too short and she punished me.
I hated her.
I hated her school.
I was failing math and I kept dreaming about driving Dodge Viper in LA streets.
I wanted to be a film director and have a new boyfriend every week.
I wanted to party every weekend.
I wanted to eat decent food and have lazy Sundays.
I wanted to go hiking and get high.
I didn't wanna be in school.
I hated Math.
I hated algebra more.
I tore my math paper during exam.
My principle told me to clean the dining hall for a week.
I rebuffed her absurd punishment and told her I did not want to study in her fucking school anymore.
She dialled my father and lied to him that I did not want to study anymore.
I wasn't shocked.
Her fish-like lips hinted she talked a lot of bullshit.
I wanted to poke her eyes with the cactus flower on the table but I refrained.
Perhaps I should have because my father kicked me out of the house the next day.
Fuck her.
