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I walk aimlessly through the school corridors trying to pass time while Soph kept making fun of me for literally almost dying. "If your dad finds out about the number of times you have almost died, he would never let that red-head of yours set foot on that thing again," she says wiping tears from her eyes. "The real question is how are you still alive?"

"Pure luck — I honestly don't know myself."

The corridors are empty at this point, it's class time and no, we are not skipping, a girl won't study but a girl won't skip.

Apparently, our civics teacher just had a baby and no one wanted to take this period, and honestly, I don't mind it one bit even though I know it will bite us on the butt in the future.

"Do you want to grab something to eat? I'm thinking chicken nuggets," Soph asks while picking on her nails. "I'm tired of being at school already."

"You just read my mind," I say swinging my arm around her shoulders, we look like two drunk middle-aged men.

"Isn't that the hot new teacher everyone is talking about?" Soph points out as we cross one of the corridors, a dark-haired woman is walking up in our direction. Indeed it's her. "Damn, you have her right? I suddenly want to have Calculus."

"Act cool," I say letting go of Soph.

"Why?" Soph asks eyeing Miss Evans as she is getting closer.

"Are you girls skipping?" She asks, more like she demands to know, in a stern voice.

"Our teacher just had a baby," Soph says. "We're just walking up to the library... to uhh study, of course."

Miss Evans squints her eyes. "On your first day of school? How dedicated." She says raising one eyebrow glancing over at me. "I'm new here but I'm pretty sure the library is in the opposite direction too."

Ugh, Soph.

"Ah — we are passing by our locker first," I say, trying to save us from this embarrassment.

"Of course," she says obviously not buying into it but I'm guessing she also doesn't care enough. "I'll see you in detention, Miss Krause. Please make sure to be on time," she says with a hint of sarcasm as she walks away.

"Damn Anna, she takes no BS. And detention?" Soph whispers as we watch the teacher walk down the corridor in awe. "But she's so hot, you are so lucky."

"Uhm — she's super mean to me, so no. She even got me one week of detention for using my phone, who does that?" I groan rolling my eyes. "And guess what?"

"What? Are you going to tell me she was also the one that ran over you or what?"

"Would you believe it?"

She opens her mouth but quickly closes it, then opens again only to close it once more.

"You look like a fish."

"And you're fucked."

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I hate PE; I hate sweating; I hate that it is still so hot out and that our teacher is a dick. Mr Olson had at least the weight of a whale plus he must be a century year old. No offence to whales, old people and chubby people, I just really hate him.

He told the class to run around the track twice and then we would be dismissed, of course, it was easier said than done when all he did was watch us suffer from afar under the shade. Well, everyone had finished it already and guess what, Soph and I were still at it, we were not that slow we just joked around a lot, well, we were slow too.

Unfortunately, we couldn't just run away and skip because Mr. Whale was watching us very carefully the whole time. We can't really blame him, we have done that a few times before.

"Let's go grab some food, I'm starving," Soph says panting as we walk up to the locker room.

"I can't, I have detention, remember?" I groan, stripping and getting into one of the stalls.

"Oh man, true."

"You can leave if you want to." The water is cold as always but I honestly didn't mind it as much, I'm sweating like crazy.

"No way, I'll wait for you, I want to know what will go down in that classroom. She kinda looks like the type of teacher that would make a student cry."

"Do you think she would make me cry?" I chuckle as she passes me my towel over the stall. "Also, are you not showering? Gross."

"She would definitely make you cry," she smirks. "I'll get my hygiene at home, we all know — and by all, I mean me — that you are only getting yourself all clean and shiny because you have a detention date with Ms. Bootylicious," she says amusedly. "And you better hurry up because you're running late."

What? I can't be late for detention, that's literally the reason I have to attend detention.

I ran, I ran so fast I might have taken whatshisname Bolt's place, Mr Olson would be proud.

And that shower I just took was more useless than a drop of water in a shot of vodka.

To my luck, I opened the door right when the tardy bell rang. But to no use, the room was empty. I made my way to one of the back seats and waited.

I waited for 20 minutes and still no sight of Ms. Evans. Did she forget or did she do this on purpose? I'm certain it is the latter, it would honestly fit her personality.

It was only when I was about to get up to leave, that she entered the room eyeing me amusedly. "I didn't expect you to come, let alone still be in here."

Well, that did cross my mind.

"I think you might have a very wrong idea of me, Ms.," I say, trying to sound cool.

"Is that so?" She says standing in front of her desk. "I heard a lot about you."

"Oh, really?" I had no idea I was that popular.

"Sure, teachers talk all the time to each other about bad students." That's not what I was expecting but still, fame comes in a lot of different ways. "I was having coffee with Mr Olson just now. He told me plenty of interesting things," she smirks. Coffee with Mr. Olson? That's a red flag.

"Ms., do you hate me because you almost killed me?" I ask trying to get back at her.

"No, not really, don't think I'm treating you differently just because you left a bump on my car," she says in the same sarcastic tone. "And Miss Krause, you better bring at least a pen and a paper for my class tomorrow, unless you want one more week of detention."

"Oh no — I won't forget Ms.," I say watching her walk back to the door, opening it and looking back at me.

"Are you staying?" she asks.

"The bell didn't ring yet."

"I'll let you go off the hook, only because you actually showed up and it's the first day, don't think I'll always be this nice."

"You have been nice today? You could have fooled me."

She simply lets out a small chuckle. How can this woman — that must have literally ascended from hell — let out such a cute chuckle?

After that, I went straight to the parking lot where Soph was waiting for me near the bicycle parking rack where I chained my longboard. "What's up with that face? Did Ms. Bootylicious really make you cry?" She says wiggling her eyebrows when I was just close enough.

"No? But did you know that Satan laughs?"