Chapter 17 * surviving the family secrets *
Come on five minutes until I can get the fuck out of this hell hole and back home to pace around the house and be miserable.
“lilly put you food away' The teacher decided to pint out Lilly feasting on some yoghurt at the back of the classroom, her let crossed onto the top of her desk and a smile plastered on her fake face
Look at that bitch, eating yoghurt like the owns the place..
“Sorry Mr.Smith it wont happen again” she pouted giving him a wink while putting another spoonful of yoghurt in her mouth
Is that bitch serious?
Rolling my eyes I focused my attention back to my laptop that's sitting on my desk, this was supposed to be computer and technology but this teacher just let us do anything- he even let the guys watch porn!
What do I need to check right now, ive seen facebook, twitter and instagram. Seriously what Am I forgetting
my emails that's what I need to check- I get monthly updates on new Justin Bieber Merchandise- I mean I don't want to miss out of a sexy Bieber shirt do I?
No, no I don not
Logging into my hotmail it read I had three new emails- yes I feel freaking popular today _insert air fist pump-
Okay, no I do not want to be part of the moustache club, I'm not planning on growing facial hair nor Am I a guy.
Scrolling through the new emails they were only spam so none really wanted to contace me today, or yesterday or even last week.
Oh why am I such a wallflower
“Very well, since its about a minute until the bell rings pack up then leave because I'm a cool teacher and I'm also sick of you guys” The he picked up the little black briefcase laying on his desk and strutted out of the class like he was on fire
Whatever, I quickly stuffed the contents that are mine from my table and put them into my bag and slung it over my shoulder, joining the crowd of people trying to squeeze through the tiny door frame
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Why is it that this morning it was quite cold and right now the hot sun is beating down on my skin like its freaking summer outside.
Seriously sun stop being Bi-polar or Bi-weather and get your temperature straight because for walkers like me your pissing me off.
Did I really scoop to a low where im complaining to a huge ball of gas billions of kilometres away in the atmosphere?
Good going Chloe..
Great great going you dimwit
Shoving my house key into the lock and opening the door hoping that Max would be in there, ether sitting on the kitchen bench or laying on the couch with his legs sprawled everywhere
But its clear that none had came into the house since I had left for school this morning
Three days...
Its been three days since I had that creepy conversation over the phone, Max got angry but never angry enough to leave for three days without even calling.
Standing up from the comfort of my couch I done the first thing any teenager would do under stress – pace around the house thinking of bad things.
What if he was kidnapped- well he's a black belt in Karate and he could kill someone with a punch so I don't really think that happened.
Maybe he fell into a well? Well the nearest well was about two towns north and it was as deep as a kiddo pool.
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Surviving My Senior Year
Fiksi RemajaShe's the girl none gives a second glace to when they pass in the hallways, Chloe Miller she's a wallflower and honestly she likes it. Its her last year of school and she couldn't be happier to leave this place. She plans to spend her last year play...
