“So, who do you guys have?” I asked while we walk down the hall.

“Um, we have Mr. Hargrenn? Algebra? Room 208?” The boy read off the paper that shows our schedules.

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “I have him too! I don’t look forward to having him again. He was one of my worst teachers last year.”

“Was he that bad?” The girls asks.

“YES,” I say. They laugh. It’s kind of nice to have someone to talk to, even knowing they don’t really care about me. I'm used to people using me. There is an awkward silence, which is odd, ‘cuz it seems like that girl could never be quiet.

“So,” I say trying to break the silence. “How long have you guys been dating?” I get loud laughs in response and even some snorts of laughter. Did I say something wrong? Are they not dating? Oops.

She finally responds-after a lot of laughing, let me tell you-and says “no, haha! We’re siblings!” Oh….. I’m so embarrassed! “Actually, twins to be exact!” She leans in close and whispers “But, I’m 5 minutes older than him!”

“I heard that!” He pretends to pout. I laugh. They’re not so bad, I guess.

“So,” The teal-haired guy turns my direction as we walk down the stairs. This school is huge, I swear! It feels like it’s taking forever! “What did Bradley want from you?” Yay, back to that conversation.

I put on a fake smile and answer simply “Oh, just the usual. Just the clique ‘give me your money’ thing. Honestly, it’s not a big deal. In fact, Bradley isn’t really one of my bigger problems. There is a lot worse than Bradley, trust me!” Before they can answer with yet another question, I stop and turn to them. “Here we are! The wonderful Mr. Hardgrenn! Just go in quietly and he might not notice, beware the stuck-out backpacks under desks.” I turn and open the door quietly. The lights are dark and they are watching a video. Perfect. The teacher is looking the other way, this is our chance. We silently sneak down the rows. I was about to sit in a chair when-

“Ahem”

-we hear a cough. I turn. The teacher is right behind us and all the students are staring. “Sir!” I say. “Your shirt looks lovely! You know I didn't mean to be late I just ran into a bit of trouble!”

“By any means, not of you're, eh, compliments change the fact that a tardy means after lunch detention.” I groan, covering my mouth as soon as it comes out.

“Would you rather after-school detention? Because that can be easily arranged!”

“No, sir,” I stammer.

“Is that sarcasm I hear? I think that detention would serve you well.” He turns to and walks over to his desk to write out the slip. It’s so irritating! I think he just hates me. I never did anything to him! I wasn’t even being sarcastic. I grumble, sitting down in the closest chair. I just have such adoration of school, ugh.