A/N: The stereotypical cool kids and geek kids are real! American education sucks. Like there are actual teenagers that are complete shit and then there are the teenagers that are so nice. Then there is the collecte average of teens that are a mix of both and should never be given to much power.
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I had to come earlier to school and got to hang out at the administrator's office, the old ladies gave me prepared speech and a list of names of the transactioning newbies. As I re-read the lengthy paragraph of how "you should be honored, hope to see you succeed, and other stuff."
Weirdly I thought I was going to be the only one, yet someone had came in late, which was Natalia, fairly popular yet still bullshitty to me.
Her tight turquoise shirt and jean shorts with open toes sandal concluded that she took this only to see and impress the newbies, hoping for them to be cute.
As, she got her own speech and list of students, she came up to me with a asslamp warning, "I get all the cute boys okay?"
"They get to choose to who will be their guide, so you might want to make sure when I get a guy that is to your liking, you have waterproof mascara?" I sneered and trotted away as a majestic fucker I was.
After waiting for thirty minutes, it was seven in the morning and school didn't start till twenty five after eight. The transactional students poured in all confused and sleepy, but after a hard time of gathering the juniors and seniors to shut up and gather together. I had to say the whole speech while Natalia pranced around showing off herself to the boys. Then, after the speech in the auditorium, I by myself called out the names of all the fucking students and even so embarrassing as some names were tricky. As the juniors and seniors picked their group leaders which they joined as too many to count yet many to fill classes in the school. Most of the fuckboys and fairly girls sided with Natalia and I got the seemingly cool people in my perspective.
It was eight when I was done showing everything the school had little offer to the small jointed lockers and the painful shit exercises in gym. For our last stops, I directed the students to their first period classes and unsurprisingly all were in honors. Yet, a couple were laid back into some regular classes and honor classes, like me so that meant this was kind of like an all through out the day job.
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During lunch, I was able to eat during the School News Channel meeting at the office area by the library. The librarian was the executive of the whole project and the the producers where who had the job since the longest like Mia (me-a) who is in my math and German courses was the one of the producers along with Emmy, which was easy for the news channel to be broadcasted by different teams every day of the week. I was on Mia's team with a two redheads Izzy and Erin, a dark-skinned female name Ayanna, and cocky douchebag named Sam. I got the job of getting to edit most of the themes, and I was welcome to make them at home. Luckily, my group gets to cast our show every 'even number' day of school year, after the meeting. Lunch was not yet over, about ten minutes left, I could at least throw my lunch away and school guide suggested me to be at lunch to answer other questions of the transactional students to their new classes or anything school related.
Unexpectedly, when throwing my lunch tray and laying against the wall by the lunch lines that faced the tables of hormonal teenagers that gossiped and ate.
A guy came up to me, "Hi I'm Manuel, call me Manny, but you are one of the school transactional guides, right?"
"Mhhmm. Need help?" I questioned him.
"Yes, I have math 10 next I believe its regular too." Manny directed as he checked his schedule.
"Junior?" I stated.
"Yes and my friends are also in that class." Manny pointed at the table where his friends goofed around. "Unbelievably we are juniors."
"Very, I'll guide you and your friends to math." I beamed with awkwardness, this is great, boys.
*BELL RINGS*
"Come on, newbies." I piped down the boys as they horsed around with each other.
"Sorry for them, they're embarrassing to even be with." Manny apologized as he was walking by my side as him and his friends lumbered behind our backs.
"You lying faggot, you love to be with us." I looked behind to see who came back at Manny, a chubby and curly-haired dude.
I stopped at my tracks, causing them to bump against me leaning tall and towering with glowering, pissed eyes flashing at them.
"Wow, great homophobic joke, chubbs." I clamored at the seemingly chubby homophobe.
"First of all, pipe the fuck down, Mulan. Second of all, Manuel there, is gay. Third, my name is Duncan, okay?" Duncan corrected me, which made me get up to his face. Almost raising my hand and balling it up to a hardened fist, but I held back.
I turned back to face the right way to math, "Come the fuck on."
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*Math 10 starts*
Mrs. Adams was able to give a perfect never-ending impression of my liking. She was irritated at my other rude peers that interrupted every time damn time she tried to talk. However, she wasn't a wimpy teacher that gave up, she was clearly strong-headed and gave threats to send them to detention. She had taught in the 'ghetto', knows what of the ghetto slang means and uses them precisely as meant to, and she has broken up many 'ratchet' brawls before.
Duncan sat next to me and was still snide as that fucker was, while the others sat either in front or behind us.
This is going to be a long bell.
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*Last bell rings*
Finally the first day of school ended, and the only pile of homework I received was from history and it was just getting notes from our textbook to write in our three-holed notebook. That I did not buy, so I am going to go shopping as soon as I arrive home and feed Capulet, then I'll go to Wal-Mart. Unfortunately, I was stopped by Manny and his group, they kept giving me attention that I really didn't like receiving.
"Hi Marceline, I was wondering if you'd like to study for the math test Mrs. Adams is giving us this Friday." Manuel inquired.
"Manny you do know that test the will be given out on Friday is to test our already knowing knowledge to see what we know so she can focus on to teach us." I exasperated my explanation to Manuel and his groupie as they stop wide gapped as they seemed to actually understand why we are having the test.
Then, a slender guy with brown eyes and his side-swept hair was messy yet, attractive and glimmered against the evening sun's ray went into my view and brought up a good acquisition, "It is always great to learn early and Mrs. Adams might go easy on us and the whole class if we're just a little bit brighter."
I thought about that and Mrs. Adams was someone that was very hard to please, "Fine." I wrote my address and number on a piece of paper and then gave it to Manny, "Call me to make sure of the number when YOU get home or at least when ready, I have to get my chores done."
"Great, thanks again bumpkin." Duncan's voice full of wickedness, making me want to punch him, but I restrained.
Then the buses rolled in the 'driveway' of our school.
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A/N: We all know that very arrogant, racist, sexist, and homophobic person that goes to school with you right? Hah there's a lot at my school. Unfortunately I'm best friends with one. Or at least he's very annoying not as bad but I will change it attitude to most things.
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