It all started with a Smart Ass and a Detention, chapter 1
"Honey! WAKE UP!" I heard my mom's voice from the hall.
"Ughh... This sucks!" I muttered to myself. I hate Mondays. They suck more than school itself. I jumped out of bed and decided to skip breakfast. Yes, I would regret it later, but who the hell cares? I put on my black top and my lime green skirt that went to at least barely above my knees. I know, lime green and black aren't a good couple, unless you're punk, goth or emo. I'm punk, so it is a good couple. I jumped in my favorite socks, ones that have a super crazy cat on them and say, "Crazy Girls are cute." I put on my black and green shoes and started brushing my hair. "I hope these black frost tips and streaks don't wear out anytime soon or I'll kick those hair dresser's asses," I muttered to myself.
I sprayed some hair spray on my naturally red hair, with black frost tips and streaks. I sat down on my bed and looked around at my posters. The Ramones, Blondie and Guns N' Roses. I got up and walked to the kitchen to see my mom.
"Hey, what do you want for breakfast?" she asked.
"I'm skippin' breakfast today," I said, sitting on the couch in the living room (my living room and kitchen are kind of connected by a counter in the kitchen).
"Hon, you have to eat breakfast!" she said, as she usually did when I skipped breakfast.
"I'm not hungry," I said. She usually started again, even after I said this, but stopped. "Bye, mom. I better get goin'," I told her as I gave her a hug and a kiss good bye.
"Bye, babe!" she said as I got my book bag and walked out the garage door. I walked down my dirt driveway when I met my BF on the way.
"Hey! I was going to ring on your door bell and...pick you up...and yeah all that crap!" she said.
"Oh, sorry...I guess I forgot," we laughed. We walked down to my mail box and I checked the mail. "Hmm...what the heck do I have today?" I asked no one in particular. I shuffled through bills and my Guitar Player magazine and that was it.
I shoved it back in the mail box and walked down the street with Vanessa, the same person I have been walking with. Anyways, we walked down the street and sat on the side, waiting for my mom to come. We always walked down the street for no reason then we waited for my mom to drive the car around the street and pick us up. We saw her red car and stood up.
Vanessa's dark, dark brown hair blew in the wind.
"Where'd you get those awesome tight black jeans?" Vanessa decided to ask me while my mom was checking the mail. "Umm...I forgot," I laughed. My mom got in her car and pulled up to us.
"C'mon," I told Vanessa as I started skipping to the other side of the car. Vanessa followed me to the door to the backseat. I opened it and jumped in and Vanessa followed.
"Hey!" said my mom cheerfully.
"Hi...another Monday," I said.
"Haha...yeah. Mrs. Marks told you guys that you're having a new student, right?" Vanessa asked me, trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah. Bet cha $10 our new student is going to be a complete nerd," I said, as we both laughed.
"Well, ya never know, the new student might be your new best friend-" my mom said in a weird tone. "Chyeah...pfft...the kid's from Rodeo, or at least that's what Mrs. Marks said," I told her.
"Well-you'll see!" my mom said in that weird tone again.
Soon, we were at Pinole Valley Middle School. I'm sure you've heard of the famous Pinole Valley high, well there's also a not-so-famous Pinole Valley Middle. My mom parked in a parking spot and told us to go quick or we'd be late. So we jumped out, said our good-byes and me and Vanessa walked to school.
"Ever since you mentioned the new student," I stated to Vanessa, "I can't stop thinking about it!" I said.
"Sydney, it's 1985. You can't stop thinking about anything!" she said as she turned in her class room and I was walking down the corridor without her. I have no idea what she meant by, 'it's 1985. You can't stop thinking about anything! ' so don't ask me.
I walked to my class room door and waited for the bell to ring. I looked down at my black Converse shoes when the bell rang. "Thank God!" I muttered to myself. I sat down in my desk, and started my morning work. French. Humph. First question: "What does Tre' mean in French?" Well that's fucking easy! It means very.
Just then the class room door opened and I twisted my body to see who it was. I was staring at the hottest boy I have ever seen in my whole entire life.
"Ashley? Will you show the new student to his desk?" the teacher asked Ashley, the slut of the class. "Fuck! Ashley, he's mine!" I whispered under my breath. She started flirting with him then finally showed him to his desk.
The teacher advised us to line up for our first class and get there. The new boy looked at his schedule and got in line. I walked to my first class, French, and so did the new boy. French was dragging on and I fell asleep. I was just sleeping away when, "Sydney! Why don't you answer for us?" the teacher asked.
"How the fuck do I know? I was sleeping!" I said in a smart-ass tone. Oh, fuck, I thought to myself.
"Young lady!" the bitchy teacher started, "That language will not be tolerated in my class room!" she said and turned back to the board.
"Fine, bitch! I can try in Mr. Myers room then!" I said. Uh-oh. I've gone too far.
"That's a detention for you, Miss Sydney! For a whole week!" she almost screamed, as the chair I was in almost tipped over as I leaned on two chair legs. The rest of the day was total hell. I was starting detention on Tuesday. Fucking A B C and D, too. This sucked. So the next day was the normal schedule, except I told my mom I was staying at school today for detention and she got pissed. I didn't care, though. I loved being a rebel. It was better then being a goody goody bitch.
"Hey, the new boy is so hot, that I saw lava melting from his feet!" I told Vanessa the day of detention. We totally laughed our asses off until she turned in to her class room.
I walked in my class room and the day dragged on. All I could think about was detention. Then the day was over and I walked to the detention room with a snack. I saw the new boy there, too, so I decided to sit at the empty seat next to him. I started to open my snack, when, "Hey. Aren't you in my main class?" the hottie asked.
"Umm...yeah, hi, I'm Sydney," I whispered awkwardly, handing out my hand for him to shake. "So, how'd you get in here so quick?" I asked. "I cussed out the history teacher. By the way, my name is Billie Joe."
"Ughh... This sucks!" I muttered to myself. I hate Mondays. They suck more than school itself. I jumped out of bed and decided to skip breakfast. Yes, I would regret it later, but who the hell cares? I put on my black top and my lime green skirt that went to at least barely above my knees. I know, lime green and black aren't a good couple, unless you're punk, goth or emo. I'm punk, so it is a good couple. I jumped in my favorite socks, ones that have a super crazy cat on them and say, "Crazy Girls are cute." I put on my black and green shoes and started brushing my hair. "I hope these black frost tips and streaks don't wear out anytime soon or I'll kick those hair dresser's asses," I muttered to myself.
I sprayed some hair spray on my naturally red hair, with black frost tips and streaks. I sat down on my bed and looked around at my posters. The Ramones, Blondie and Guns N' Roses. I got up and walked to the kitchen to see my mom.
"Hey, what do you want for breakfast?" she asked.
"I'm skippin' breakfast today," I said, sitting on the couch in the living room (my living room and kitchen are kind of connected by a counter in the kitchen).
"Hon, you have to eat breakfast!" she said, as she usually did when I skipped breakfast.
"I'm not hungry," I said. She usually started again, even after I said this, but stopped. "Bye, mom. I better get goin'," I told her as I gave her a hug and a kiss good bye.
"Bye, babe!" she said as I got my book bag and walked out the garage door. I walked down my dirt driveway when I met my BF on the way.
"Hey! I was going to ring on your door bell and...pick you up...and yeah all that crap!" she said.
"Oh, sorry...I guess I forgot," we laughed. We walked down to my mail box and I checked the mail. "Hmm...what the heck do I have today?" I asked no one in particular. I shuffled through bills and my Guitar Player magazine and that was it.
I shoved it back in the mail box and walked down the street with Vanessa, the same person I have been walking with. Anyways, we walked down the street and sat on the side, waiting for my mom to come. We always walked down the street for no reason then we waited for my mom to drive the car around the street and pick us up. We saw her red car and stood up.
Vanessa's dark, dark brown hair blew in the wind.
"Where'd you get those awesome tight black jeans?" Vanessa decided to ask me while my mom was checking the mail. "Umm...I forgot," I laughed. My mom got in her car and pulled up to us.
"C'mon," I told Vanessa as I started skipping to the other side of the car. Vanessa followed me to the door to the backseat. I opened it and jumped in and Vanessa followed.
"Hey!" said my mom cheerfully.
"Hi...another Monday," I said.
"Haha...yeah. Mrs. Marks told you guys that you're having a new student, right?" Vanessa asked me, trying to cheer me up.
"Yeah. Bet cha $10 our new student is going to be a complete nerd," I said, as we both laughed.
"Well, ya never know, the new student might be your new best friend-" my mom said in a weird tone. "Chyeah...pfft...the kid's from Rodeo, or at least that's what Mrs. Marks said," I told her.
"Well-you'll see!" my mom said in that weird tone again.
Soon, we were at Pinole Valley Middle School. I'm sure you've heard of the famous Pinole Valley high, well there's also a not-so-famous Pinole Valley Middle. My mom parked in a parking spot and told us to go quick or we'd be late. So we jumped out, said our good-byes and me and Vanessa walked to school.
"Ever since you mentioned the new student," I stated to Vanessa, "I can't stop thinking about it!" I said.
"Sydney, it's 1985. You can't stop thinking about anything!" she said as she turned in her class room and I was walking down the corridor without her. I have no idea what she meant by, 'it's 1985. You can't stop thinking about anything! ' so don't ask me.
I walked to my class room door and waited for the bell to ring. I looked down at my black Converse shoes when the bell rang. "Thank God!" I muttered to myself. I sat down in my desk, and started my morning work. French. Humph. First question: "What does Tre' mean in French?" Well that's fucking easy! It means very.
Just then the class room door opened and I twisted my body to see who it was. I was staring at the hottest boy I have ever seen in my whole entire life.
"Ashley? Will you show the new student to his desk?" the teacher asked Ashley, the slut of the class. "Fuck! Ashley, he's mine!" I whispered under my breath. She started flirting with him then finally showed him to his desk.
The teacher advised us to line up for our first class and get there. The new boy looked at his schedule and got in line. I walked to my first class, French, and so did the new boy. French was dragging on and I fell asleep. I was just sleeping away when, "Sydney! Why don't you answer for us?" the teacher asked.
"How the fuck do I know? I was sleeping!" I said in a smart-ass tone. Oh, fuck, I thought to myself.
"Young lady!" the bitchy teacher started, "That language will not be tolerated in my class room!" she said and turned back to the board.
"Fine, bitch! I can try in Mr. Myers room then!" I said. Uh-oh. I've gone too far.
"That's a detention for you, Miss Sydney! For a whole week!" she almost screamed, as the chair I was in almost tipped over as I leaned on two chair legs. The rest of the day was total hell. I was starting detention on Tuesday. Fucking A B C and D, too. This sucked. So the next day was the normal schedule, except I told my mom I was staying at school today for detention and she got pissed. I didn't care, though. I loved being a rebel. It was better then being a goody goody bitch.
"Hey, the new boy is so hot, that I saw lava melting from his feet!" I told Vanessa the day of detention. We totally laughed our asses off until she turned in to her class room.
I walked in my class room and the day dragged on. All I could think about was detention. Then the day was over and I walked to the detention room with a snack. I saw the new boy there, too, so I decided to sit at the empty seat next to him. I started to open my snack, when, "Hey. Aren't you in my main class?" the hottie asked.
"Umm...yeah, hi, I'm Sydney," I whispered awkwardly, handing out my hand for him to shake. "So, how'd you get in here so quick?" I asked. "I cussed out the history teacher. By the way, my name is Billie Joe."
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