Chapter 11

As soon as I walked into the classroom and took my seat, the tardy bell rang and as always, the teacher walks in a couple of minutes late. It wasn't Mr.Cleaver or Mrs.Nife, but another teacher that I just downright hated ever since I first saw her. Her name was Miss. Eniacoc, just by looking at her name, you knew that she was a severe drug and alcohol addict. She always came into the classroom with bags under her eyes, cigaret burns on the shirt that she never changed out of, and a not-so-hidden flask tucked in an outside pocket of her purse, she always fell asleep while the class messes around.

I felt bad for her and tried to convince her to stop and that she told me not to worry too much, that was until she took her own life before the drugs and alcohol killed her first. Ever since then, I stopped worrying about people and let them make their own choices no matter what they chose to do. Anyway, once she walked through the door, she threw her bag on the floor next to her desk and sat down in her chair and told us we could do whatever we wanted, as long as it was educational. As you might have guessed, the class did the exact opposite. As soon as she fell asleep, the class got all loud and some kids decided to bring out their computers, some cards, and board games.

Everyone chose to play games and be loud, while me on the other hand, I decided to silently read a book about riddles and unsolved mysteries. No one really knew why I was always so quiet, but they decided to call me anti-social, weird, and just a freak that no one likes to be around. It irritated me, but it never really bothered me because deep down, I knew that they were the freaks and they were just jealous of me. Just seconds before the final bell rang, a note of some sorts flew onto my desk from behind me. The bell rang and I went to my locker to get my stuff when I saw Olivia and Ruby running toward me as fast as they could, "You will not believe what has happened to us", "The teachers here are insane", they said out of breath.