“Okay, class, take your seats,” said our annoyingly nasal sounding chemistry teacher, Ms.Montana. “We have a lot of work to do today, because today we are going to learn the joys of …….”
I tried to drown her out with my music. I hoped it would help but not even Papa Roach could drown out her voice. I was too tired for this. I decided that I would go to the nurse and fake a stomach ache.
“Ms. Montana,” I called her name. She already hated me so I didn’t even bother to raise my hand. “Can I go to the nurse’s office? I don’t feel very good.”
I am pretty sure she knew it was all bullshit but she let me go. I didn’t grab the pass. I just went outside and texted Stephie. I told her to meet me on the swings at the elementary school across the street. The Security Guards don’t stop anyone. They are past caring if we leave and get hit by a bus and so am I.
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About five minutes later she showed up.
“Hey, Stephie,” I said as I hugged her. I reached into my pocket and- “Ah shit, I forgot my Cigarettes. Lemme get one of yours?”
“Again, Syd,” She asked. “I should start charging you for this shit.” She added with a jab in my side. We both took a minute and laughed. If someone didn’t know us, they would have thought we had a good life. They would have thought that we were happy.
I lit one up and I closed my eyes and took a long drag. I kept it in as long as I could and I started to feel lightheaded and a little high. It felt good. When she saw what I was doing, she jabbed me in my side again. My eyes were abruptly shoved back into looking at the dull gray stone walls of Westridge High.
“Did you hear that Jacob caught Kristina with Amy making out by her locker?” she said. She continued into a long spiraling mess of Gossip. I nodded and mhmmd when I thought appropriate and it was longer than I thought but then the bell rang and all the little first graders came out of the school and stared at us. One of them was my first grade brother Max.
“Sydnie!” he said as he ran over and gave me a hug. I hugged him back and the teacher glared at me.
“I gotta go, Maxy.” I said as I ruffled his hair. “Your teacher doesn’t like me very much.”
I said bye to him and me and Steph went back to school. It was almost lunch so we figured it was as good a time as any to just go back in. I hugged her and then we went back to class.
I walked back in to Ms. Montana’s class, in and sat at my seat, but as I walked in, I noticed that people were staring at me. A normal person would wonder if they had something in their teeth, but I always get stared at, and it is not in the “hot cheerleader” sorta way. When I sat down, I heard someone whisper “dyke”. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. It was Aaron Johnson, the popular football player who everyone likes. That is except for me. In ninth grade he asked me out. And I said no because Dimitri had just asked me out the night before, and to tell you the truth, I don’t even think he is cute in the slightest.
I was fed up with his shit. He hasn’t left me alone since then and I’m sick of it. I jumped out of my seat and turned to face him. “What the fuck is your problem?!” I was screaming. “Do you have to be such an asshole? You asked me out and I said no!” I turned towards the rest of the class, and said, slightly softer, “Yeah. Aaron Johnson, big, popular, football player asked me, Sydnie Taylor, little, pot head, emo, “dyke” out last year, and I turned him down. How many of you knew that? Yeah, I thought so.” I turned back towards him, “Can you leave me alone? What are we, in second grade? I have a boyfriend and lucky for me, he isn’t you. So leave me the fuck alone and get over yourself.”
“Ms. Taylor,” my teacher said. “Go to the principal’s office, NOW!”
“Fuck you!” I said as I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. OH SHIT! That was a big mistake. My pot flew out of my bag. We had plans for that tonight. It was all ruined. Everything was FUCKING RUINED!
FUCCCKKK I screamed in my head and purposely dropped my bag so I could try to scoop it up without her noticing. I’m not sure if she saw but whatever. I was already in Deep Shit; I might as well take care of a few things. I shoved it in my bag, stood up, and Punched Aaron in the face because I knew It was him who started the rumor that I was a Lesbian, I knew It was him who Spray Painted it on my locker and I knew it was him who had just started this whole mess and was probably going to get me suspended. My mind was running in circles until SP showed up and dragged my ass out of that classroom. I didn’t even know that Ms. Montana had called them.
Its weird how all of a sudden things can change; some for the better, some for the worse. I was sitting outside the principal’s office and I just started to think about all of this… Dropping my weed changed for the worse. Punching Aaron changed for the better. Then I started to think about Dimitri. I mean, Dimitri was
was my first boyfriend. Dimitri was my first real kiss aside from seven minutes in heaven with Zak on Kimmy’s 14th birthday. We have been going out for a little over a yea, but I don’t think I love him.
I was sitting in the hallway waiting for my death punishment for uhm lets make a list of all of the fucking things I did…
I cut her class, but that was nothing new, I punched a kid in the face, in her class, said “fuck” more times than I can count on my hands, One of which was to her face. Nope, I didn’t do anything bad at all. Oh, and I almost Forgot. I DROPPED MY FUCKING WEED, IN HER FUCKING CLASS!
“Ms. Taylor?” called the Principal’s Secretary. “Mr. Talbert will see you now.” I stood up and walked in and, “What the Fuck?!” I yelled. He called my mom and dad. MY DAD! My, deadbeat-never-paid-child-support-dumped-my-mom-for-a-19-year-old-while-my-mom-was-pregnant-with-Max, dad.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I yelled at him.
“Don’t talk to me like that, young lady! I am your
father!”
“If someone didn’t know any better, they wouldn’t know that you knew me at all! “ I yelled back.
“Okay, Ms. Taylor, Please take a seat.” Mr. Talbert said as he gestured toward an open chair. “Mr. Hanson, Mrs. – Eh hem, Ms. Taylor, sorry, I called you in today because your daughter has five No Credits this year already. This means that she has at least ten illegal absences from five different classes. This is not good at all. It is only October. She already can only get two credits this year. Combined with the seven from ninth grade, she only has a possibility of having twenty-three by the end of her senior year, if she passes these two this year and all of them next year and senior year. You need a total of twenty-five to graduate, and this is not possible for her to get next year and in her senior year. She will need to go to Summer School. And it just so happens that she was called down today because she cut Ms. Montana’s Class, and punched Aaron Johnson in the face for
no reaso-“
I cut him off. “No, there was a reason. He called me a dyke! I am not! I have a boyfriend! That Asshole Spray Painted ‘DYKE’ on my locker, he started a rumor that I was a FUCKING Lesbian! Okay? And you are going to say it was for no reason?”
“Okay I am sorry he hurt your feelings, Ms. Taylor.”
“HURT MY FEELINGS?!?! FUCK MY FEELINGS I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT MY FUCKING FEELINGS!! Life is about payback. And that kid is going to get it!”
“Excuse me Ms. Taylor; please refrain from using such language. I do not appreciate it. We are going to have to do something about your behavior in her class. Mr. Hanson; Ms. Taylor, I am afraid that I am going to have to expel Sidney.”
“Can’t she just get detention or something; or, maybe ISS, please?” my mom asked with a pleading look in her eye.
“Hmm. I guess we could… No. My Decision is FINAL.” He said.
“Mr. Talbert, why can’t she just have ISS for a week, two weeks? I promise she will get her grades up.” My mother replied.
“Fine.” He
turned back toward me. “I will allow you to have ISS for two weeks, Community Service at the school for two weeks, and Detention after school for another week.”
“Why don’t you just shoot me?”I asked.
“Oh, it gets better.” He said. I sighed then he continued. “I also want you to write a formal Apology to Mr. Aaron Johnson.”
“Ah Fuck.” I said as I picked up my books and walked out of the office. My parents didn’t even bother walking after me. And I knew they wouldn’t.

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