My eyes fluttered open to the sunlight that crept through the curtains. I looked around and I was tucked in bed with the duvet pulled up, huh? the last thing I remembered last night was falling asleep with my body half on the floor as I listened to Frank play around with chords on his guitar. My mom probably kicked him out, hah yeahh. Her number one rule about boys was; No male specimen shall sleep in your room unless you have been dating him for over three years or if I like him. It was a pretty shitty rule if you consider the fact that my mom will never approve of any boy that I like. But I guess she was just trying to prevent the whole "daddy problem" from happening again. She did show quite a lot of affection towards me I guess, it was just in the most absurd way.

As much as I would like to stay in bed all day, there was that stupid fucking place children had to go to until they graduate, school. I dragged myself out of bed and fumbled through the many layers of unclean clothing in my wardrobe, not bothering to take a shower today because I'm going to be late, yet again. After about 10 minutes of flinging tights and skinny jeans across my room. I still couldn't find any that still fit me. I only had one out of thousands that actually fit me and I think my mom just threw it away. I loved those skinny jeans, they were so comfortable but they had so many tears on them. Some tears long enough to show what you shouldn't be showing in school. Guys loved it, girls despised it, teachers hated it and I didn't give a single fuck about it. Ahh fuck it I'm wearing shorts. Fuck this, fuck it all I give up. I hate shorts with all my heart and the only pair I had looked like underwear. Well this is going to be an interesting day.

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Three boring lessons into school and I was ready to set myself on fire. Thank god it was lunch, if I was stuck in Math any longer I'd flip the fucking tables over. As I predicted, the shorts had drawn in much more attention than I expected it. I got sent to the principles office again because apparently I was wearing inappropriate clothing even though the entire school girl population wore these types of shorts. Luckily for me, as soon as I stepped into Principal Connor's room he simply sighed and said "please for the love of god Veronica stop coming here" Well that was good enough for me. I was on my way to the music room as per usual when some douche dicks decided to slap my ass. Too fucking bad for them, I knew what they were about to do so I spun around just in time to grab the guys wrist. I twisted it in result making him whimper in pain
"Listen here shitdicks, touch my ass again and you wont have anymore hands" And I kneed him in the crotch which made him fall forwards while holding the area in pain. I know it was a tiny bit harsh but I was in no mood to be fucked with. Plus that ought to teach those dumbass jocks a lesson or two.

I flung open the door of the music room and straight away went to my corner with my favourite guitar, I was about to start playing but an unknown voice appeared.
"Uhm what are you doing here"
"OH SWEET JESUS WHAT THE FUCK YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME" I looked up to see a pretty hot lookin dude. I'm not gonna lie.
"Veronica Haynes?"
"how'd you know"
"oh uh Davi- Mr.Spencer told me to give this to 'Veronica Haynes' when I asked who she was he told me to look for a girl that swears in front of teachers" I snorted aloud and snatched the paper out of his hands,

Dear Veronica,
yeah sorry I know I'm your favourite teacher and all but I had to leave due to family issues plus I fucking hate this school. Anyways Mr. Way will be taking my place, he's a really close friend of mine. I told him that you come here everyday so you can continue being a fucking loser, ahahaha I'm sorry but yeah stay out of trouble.
- David Spencer

Like I said, me and Mr.Spencer were practically best friends.Ugh what a fucking dick though, he knew how much I loved having classes with him and now I'm stuck with "Mr.Way"

"Ugh what a bitch"
"excuse me?"
"not you, Spencer here"
"Is that anyway to talk about a teacher or to a teacher as a matter of fact?"
"oh cut the crap will you, I don't do all this formality shit with teachers and stuff"
"Well get used to all this 'formality shit with teachers and stuff' because I will not tolerate this kind of Behavior in my class"
For a hot looking guy he sure was a dick, and it's his first day imagine having him for a whole year. ughhhhhhhhhh.
"Then I guess you should get to 'this behavior' cause I don't intend to change it"
"detention"
"oh yay what fun! Can't fucking wait"
I scrunched up the note, threw it at his chest and walked out. Oh yeah way to go Veronica how fucking mature.

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I was ready to run home after a useless lesson of History with a teacher that was old enough to be a rotting corpse but I have detention. God I just want to sleep for the rest of my life. I walked as slow as possible to the music room, wait what if he takes up more time because I'm late? Ah fuck no. I started running and once I reached the door, I turned the handle but it was locked. What a fucking wanker, first he gives me detention yet he can't even show up. If I leave now I could just say I was sickkk.....ugh no then he'd take my other free days and I have to actually start doing the project with Frank. Oh wait I'm such a dumbass, I have a set of keys.

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