All of the class stood up to leave class, we were walking out when Mrs. Abbott stopped us.

"You two need to go to Support, for the whole of period one. Tell your french teacher Miss Ferris." Mrs. Abbott told us.

We walked out of the room, steps matching each other's.

Then the French class was on the first floor.

Half the stupid boys wolf whistled at me, I just flew the bird at them. (Stuck my middle finger up.)

We made it to the French class with Mr Zanier.

Casually walking into class each other, Conor wanted to tell him about pupil support.

All the girls were staring me up in down in awe.

"Want a picture?" I blurt out, forgetting the teachers presence.

Half of the girls gasped, one coming up to me.

I was not the slightest bit intimidated by her presence.

"Slut." Is all she said chewing loudly on her bubble gum.

Then she handed me a small box, which I opened to see a pack of gum.

I just handed it back to her, politely. To save a few hospital trips.