Another Broken Girl

Chapter 7

Ali's POV

I been going to this stupid school for weeks now and I think I slept through every single class so far, but I been doing all my homework, so I guess I'm doing fine.

"Hey wake up!" Calum yells at me. 

"Did it end?" I ask rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Yeah, let's go." he chuckles. As we are just about to leave Mr.Sanchez stops me.

"Ms. Brooks, may I have a word with you?" he asks me.

"What if I say no?" I ask harshly raising one eyebrow. I really don't want to stay back in here. 

"Well, you don't have a choice." he says. "Come in." he says. 

"See you later." I whisper to Calum.

Mr. Sanchez is a tall lean man. He has black buzz cut hair and dark brown eyes. He has a very long neck which is really scary looking because it looks like it's going to snap off.

"I don't know why you have me in here. I been doing all my homework." I say looking up at the ceiling.

"I know you have and you never got one question wrong." he says.

"Ok, so what is it that you want?"  I ask.

"Well, you haven't been exactly paying attention in class so-"

"Do you think I'm cheating?" I ask offend.

"Well that’s what I'm assuming. It is suspicious."

"Well for your information, Mr. Sanchez, it just so happens that I'm smart. I'm not an idiot!" I say loudly.

"Ms. Brooks calm down, I just needed to make sure." he says calmly.

"Whatever." I say then storm off.  Call me dramatic, but I don't like being seen as a cheater, or stupid.

"Ali?" I turn around to see Luke.

"Hey." I say walking toward him.

"Where are you going?" he knows that I have gym after homeroom and I am far from the gym.

"Going to skip the rest of school." I say pulling my fingertips through my hair.

"What? Why?" he asks. 

"I don't feel like being here. Want to come?" I ask.

"Tempting, but no. I'm going to go to class. You should too." he says scratching the back of his neck.

"Why? I did it all the time in America." I say.

"Yeah, well you aren't in America anymore." he says trying to reason with me. "C'mon lets go." 

I look at the exit that I was just about to go through.

So close.

"Fine." I say squeezing my eyes shut.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and walks me to gym class. He has gym too, but not in my class. There's two different gym teachers so they split the kids. 

"What are you doing at this end anyway?" I ask realizing he's far away from the gym as well while taking his arm off of me.

"I asked my homeroom teacher for a pass because I had to use the bathroom. When I was in there the bell rang." he says showing me the pass as proof.

"Write my name on that." I say. I pull out a pencil from my bag and write on it. 

"Wow." he says. "You have nice hand writing."