Capturing Rain
Spiked Sprite
Inhaling the steam which comes from the fake cigarette, I smile. Rebellious feeling, I pushing my hair from my twinkling hazel eyes before placing the pale grey cap back on, sticking the fake metal cigarette in my butt pocket.
I can hear the first bell chime, and it causes me to shiver. I don't know why - maybe it's because I smell strongly of fake smoke, or maybe it's because I haven't showered in nearly a week and I'm sick of having that cute [I think she's cute?] girl, Savanna, wrinkle her nose at me. It's tiring, in all honest. I smell, so what. Just move away from me and we'll be fine.
Grabbing my Misfit knapsack, I head in, going to English. The teacher smiles warmly at me, her nose stuffy due to the pollen outside. I take a seat in the back, the girl Savanna groaning before wrinkling her nose.
''Come on,'' she bickers, ''don't you know what soap and water is? And whatever stench you have on top of you sweat - '' she pauses, eyeing the barely visible lump in my back pocket which is caused by the metal cigarette, '' - you should really quit. It's foul and I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't approve.''
Like she actually listens to her parents. And just because she decided to pull the goody-goody card, I'll put the hurt half-orphaned card.
''Parent.'' I correct, glaring, ''my father passed away. And how about you mind your business, Savanna? I'm damn sure your parents wouldn't approve of you getting down on your knees behind the bleachers.'' I know I'm right, too, when I point to her scabbed up and grassy knees.
''Pig!'' she scoffs, colleting her books right before the final bell to get to class chimes. She moves half way across the room, muttering colorful words under her breath. I snort, rolling my eyes before sinking into my chair, wanting to taste the delicious warmth of my phony cigarette again.
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''C'mon, Frank!'' my friend Hambone laughs shoving me. I stumble, catching myself at the last moment.
''Screw you, dude!'' I laugh, shoving him back. He isn't so lucky like me though and falls, slumping messily against the wall due to my shove.
''Damn, Frank,'' he laughs standing up before tossing me my knapsack. I catch it, slinging it on my shoulder before racing him to the lunch room.
Today Mr. Way, the avid art teacher, is on duty. His jelled platinum blonde hair is obviously disheveled, and yet he pulls it off well. I roll my eyes at the girls who swoon over him, seemingly forgetting how developing a crush on a teacher is gross.
Sitting down and pulling out my lunch bag, I hand half of my peanut butter a jelly sandwich to Hambone before devouring the rest. Trashing it, I pull out my spiked Sprite and split it between Hambone and myself.
Mr. Way, who seems to be able to sniff any sort of alcohol out from a mile away, is by my side in minutes. He eyes the water bottle, shaking his head distastefully.
''Shameful, Mr. Iero,'' he scowls snatching it from me and tossing it in the oversized black trashcan. I whine, much like Hambone.
''I'm disappointed in the both of you,'' he says shaking his head in shame. ''Detention, both of you. I'll be seeing you both next Saturday morning.''
I can hear the first bell chime, and it causes me to shiver. I don't know why - maybe it's because I smell strongly of fake smoke, or maybe it's because I haven't showered in nearly a week and I'm sick of having that cute [I think she's cute?] girl, Savanna, wrinkle her nose at me. It's tiring, in all honest. I smell, so what. Just move away from me and we'll be fine.
Grabbing my Misfit knapsack, I head in, going to English. The teacher smiles warmly at me, her nose stuffy due to the pollen outside. I take a seat in the back, the girl Savanna groaning before wrinkling her nose.
''Come on,'' she bickers, ''don't you know what soap and water is? And whatever stench you have on top of you sweat - '' she pauses, eyeing the barely visible lump in my back pocket which is caused by the metal cigarette, '' - you should really quit. It's foul and I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't approve.''
Like she actually listens to her parents. And just because she decided to pull the goody-goody card, I'll put the hurt half-orphaned card.
''Parent.'' I correct, glaring, ''my father passed away. And how about you mind your business, Savanna? I'm damn sure your parents wouldn't approve of you getting down on your knees behind the bleachers.'' I know I'm right, too, when I point to her scabbed up and grassy knees.
''Pig!'' she scoffs, colleting her books right before the final bell to get to class chimes. She moves half way across the room, muttering colorful words under her breath. I snort, rolling my eyes before sinking into my chair, wanting to taste the delicious warmth of my phony cigarette again.
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''C'mon, Frank!'' my friend Hambone laughs shoving me. I stumble, catching myself at the last moment.
''Screw you, dude!'' I laugh, shoving him back. He isn't so lucky like me though and falls, slumping messily against the wall due to my shove.
''Damn, Frank,'' he laughs standing up before tossing me my knapsack. I catch it, slinging it on my shoulder before racing him to the lunch room.
Today Mr. Way, the avid art teacher, is on duty. His jelled platinum blonde hair is obviously disheveled, and yet he pulls it off well. I roll my eyes at the girls who swoon over him, seemingly forgetting how developing a crush on a teacher is gross.
Sitting down and pulling out my lunch bag, I hand half of my peanut butter a jelly sandwich to Hambone before devouring the rest. Trashing it, I pull out my spiked Sprite and split it between Hambone and myself.
Mr. Way, who seems to be able to sniff any sort of alcohol out from a mile away, is by my side in minutes. He eyes the water bottle, shaking his head distastefully.
''Shameful, Mr. Iero,'' he scowls snatching it from me and tossing it in the oversized black trashcan. I whine, much like Hambone.
''I'm disappointed in the both of you,'' he says shaking his head in shame. ''Detention, both of you. I'll be seeing you both next Saturday morning.''
UPDATE!!!!!!!
1/24/16