Hilly POV :||

School.

I hate it. I don't want to go to that hell hole full of fucking idiots and dumb-ass teachers who try to teach me shit I won't remember. I put on my leather, and grabbed my leather bag. I put my Buddy Holly record inside, prepared to go to Teddy's after 3rd period.

I walked to school, mum and dad watching me like a hawk. They just don't understand how much I hate being forced to be a grown up. Can't they respect my choices? I sigh, a pull out a ciggy.

I puff on it, and soon I'm walking by John. I hand him a cigarette, and light it. "Thanks, luv." he says, looking at me. "Hey, you're that bird from Walton! Hillary, right?" he says. I give him a dirty look. "I hate going by Hillary. Call me Hilly, got that Lennon?" I spat.

"Feisty." he chuckles. "Hilly!" Teddy calls, catching up to me. "Talk to you later, Hilly." John called, and walked away. "Want a ciggy?" I ask Teddy, pulling out my pack. "Yeah, hand it over." Teddy says, as I light it for her. "Cheers, me best mate." Teddy says.

I laugh, and walk into school. I put my things in my locker, and walk to History. I sat through that class, just daydreaming and all that sort. Math, my third class, was when I got into a fight.

"Miss Duff, please pay attention." Mr Clyde says to me. "No thank you." I say, smirking. "You don't talk back to teachers, Miss Duff." the old bag of shit said to me. "Yes I do. I just did." I spat, standing up. "Sit down, Hillary."

That made me mad. He knows I hate being called that posh name. I kicked him in the knees, and tackled him. I heard cheering as I beat the shit out of him. I smirked. "Hm, I guess we can't figure out what the Radius is." I smirked.

I left the classroom, and grabbed my bag. Teddy was waiting for me by the window, and saw blood on my hands. "Who's ass did you kick this time?" she asked, as we climbed out the window. "I'll tell you when we get to your house." I laughed, as we walked away from hell.

Written By Chandler.