Kathy

I was in my history class, fully aware of Tom’s friend Josh staring at me. As if I hadn’t been able to get rid of him and get stop him from obsessing over me. I was so over it and it was getting harder and harder to be nice to him since he would act like a creep when he tries to be smooth. Not only did I have him to deal with in this class, but we were at the beginning… and I mean the very beginning. At this moment, I was staring off into space as my teacher was asking who the first person was to discover Prism, which is something we covered last week… or in my case, sixth grade.

Some wise guy answered, “Christopher Columbus,” as the rest of the class sniggered.

The past few weeks plus my situation with Josh had been stressing me out to the point where I could not take it anymore. I snapped.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I yelled, causing everyone to turn and stare at me. I turned to the teacher and asked, “Would you like to know the discovery of Prism or Snowbelle?”

Some guy in the class asked, “Is there a difference?”

My eyes blazed as I turned on him, wanting to pull out my hair with my frustration. “Of course there is a difference! The official discovery happened in 1497 by Jon Cabotte, but colonization of Snowbelle was attempted after Jackques Carthiere was sent to explore the new lands in 1534. Of course everyone knows that it was Samuell de Champain who officially started colonizing Snowbelle in 1608.” I paused, glaring at the class. “Of course I wouldn’t expect any of you to know that,” I sneered at them.

The teacher stared at me in astonishment, “There is no way you learned that from the textbook.”

I rolled my eyes, “Please, these were written here, I am surprised any of it is actually true,” my voice dripped venom as I continued, I really didn’t have anything against this country, I was releasing weeks of frustration and homesickness, so I really couldn’t help it. I hated the fact that I was exploding like this. “The whole world knows how self-centered you people are, I’m surprised this class was even available to take.”

Fuming with anger I stalked out of the class before I, or anyone else, could say another word. Walking towards the workout room I decided to do my workouts before my crowd of admirers showed up. It kind of bugged me that, despite the fact that I have been using the room for weeks, people still tend to stop by and gawk at me. As if they had never seen a girl workout before.

As I hit the punching bag, hard, I thought back to my explosion in history. This really isn’t the first time I have exploded in class before. The first time for this class, just not the first time in general. I just hope people can forget about and get past it as quickly as possible.