Hellhole

It's a place to shape you for a better tomorrow.

Who cares?!

When I can live for now and enjoy every bit of it.

Here I was back again in the place i hated most. A place where they only knew how to control and manipulate young minds all in the name of 'studying and learning new things'. Damn! If I wanted to learn something new I could had learnt it in the comfort of my bedroom by sleeping - works every time.

Instead, my parents just had to ensure that I come to school in order to become a useful and successful person in the society - their philosophy not mine.

I consider school to be a place of terror and doom. It's a place where you are trapped all day in a classroom and hemmed in at night by hours of homework, projects, name it all. Instead of getting a beauty sleep, I love to sleep, or stuffing my face in cakes or ice-cream, or hanging out with my best friend. All I have to do is work, work and more work, I never get to do what I want; Never.

I stared blankly at my prison mates known to you as classmate as i sat at my usual seat which was at the back. It's close to the window, in order to get fresh air when the class gets boring. I mean really boring!

Now back to my cell mate who were laughing and talking with their friends as though they were happy to be in this torture. Well, I wasn't and I was looking for an escape route. If you know any let me know, I will email you my contact.

'So pathetic,' I thought. I shifted a little on my chair just to feel comfortable due to the fact that my butt hurts from sitting on a chair of plain wood (remind me to punish whoever made a chair without putting foam). This is pure act of wickedness.

"Why can't the lesson just start?" I sighed in frustration. Not that I care but I needed something to relieve this boredom. I looked around the classroom for anything interesting for once but as usual same old. Same old bunch of teens wasting their time here and I was one of them (Get a life people!).

"Hey Guys," I turned my attention to the owner of the way too familiar voice who just walked in.

"Jeremy", I whispered to myself. I watched him walked to his seat which was three seats ahead of mine. I was practically devouring him with my eyes. What the hell is wrong with me, this isn't lady-like like my elder sister would say. Well, screw it. I love watching him even if it's from a distance.

"Hey Jeremy," I said to him when I noticed him turning back but as usual he ignored me like I don't even exist.

Damn! there are times I just want to punch that pretty face of his and tell him that he wasn't handsome rather ugly. Can you believe it? I was even doing him an favour by looking at him (Don't laugh, I mean everything I said).

Let me tell you a thing or two about pretty-ugly face Jeremy. He is your practical rich boy with a God given handsome face (don't tell him that, I never told you) and sexy eyes (still didn't tell you). He has all the charms but not a jockey type of guy, he is a straight A's student. I wonder what he does to his brain that I don't.

Jeremy's parents are close friends with my parents, they claim to had gone to the same college (yay! good for them) and now inseparable. Let them tell that to Jeremy, he is nothing but a duck (I meant that). We were once close friend due to the fact that our parents are yada yada yada, you know the rest.

Jeremy stopped being friends with me at the beginning of middle school, I guess he decided to grow up way too early if I must say (I grew up too. You duck). And ever since then he completely ignores me, is not that I am creepy or sort in fact I am very pretty - I'm a goddess - unlike Mr Duck.

He is very popular in school, you can say he is Mr Popular (Mr popular my foot), he has all the girls wrapped around his fingers, they will do anything just to get his attention, I mean anything.

"But not this girl" I said pointing to myself (keep telling yourself that).

I noticed Jeremy laughing happily with his one in a million best friend note the sarcasm. I don't understand what he sees in that Herbert guy (jealous). No! am not jealous, I just don't get it.

He was just your average guy with a cute face and what again nothing (you mean intelligent). Yes he is just cute and I forgot to mention that he is the sole reason Jeremy and I stopped being friends (I hate him). He is evil. When Jeremy became his friend he stopped being mine and I dislike him for that.

I looked at them again (stalker) and saw a bunch of girls talking to them laughing. You could tell that their laughs were fake even the blind could see it (don't bring a blind person into this).

"Fake," I mumbled. Which planet did all this fake girls crawled out from (faketum), someone needs to take them back (be the hero).

I pity a lot of people who act fake or pretend to be someone or something else just to fit in with people. There are always fake people everywhere in schools, church, neighborhood and even families. I guess we are bunch of fake people, people wanting to hide or gain something from this world. Some feel that they are not good enough or smart enough or not wanting to get rejected or hurt and therefore we wear a fake smile to hide it in order to be accepted by everyone (are you speaking from experience).

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"Good day students." I finally turned my attention from Jeremy to the English teacher Mrs Oliver, who walked in with a bunch of papers and I could tell what they were.

"Get seated, I don't have all day." Mrs Oliver said. I adjusted a little (time for hell).

Mrs Oliver is your typical English teacher who act like they know all the words in the encyclopedia (impossible). I must say Mrs Oliver is very intelligent in her late 30's and still beautiful (honest for once). She was a kind of woman who commands respect where ever she goes and I admire her for that (don't tell her). One thing I found strange was that she has a clear eye sight but still wears glasses, don't get me wrong but how weird could that be.

"I have your test script here with me," She raised those creepy papers up. From the moment she walked in with it, I could tell that i already hated the sight of it (how do I kill this woman?).

"Alice can you share these." She pointed it Alice who was seated at the front row (typical nerd).

"Yes Mrs Oliver," She stood up and collected it.

"Don't bring those creepy papers towards me." I mumbled.

"If you have your test script with you by now," Mrs Oliver continued while looking at Alice sharing the script. "You would have seen your score, some you did very well, others good and some bad." (Tell me about it). Mrs Oliver stood in front of the class while looking in my direction (she's not looking at me. Just ignore her).

Alice got to my seat and stretched the godforsaken paper towards me (seriously, do you really hate me that much). I didn't bother collecting so she placed it on my table and placed the next one on the table beside mine.

"I think you should wake her up." She said in faint voice. I glared at her and she left (go get her).

"ALEXIA MILLER.... ALEXIA MILLER!!!. I turned my head to the sound of that horrible voice.

'Shit' I thought.