NEXT DAY:

Minx's POV

I hid in my hoodie, trying to get away from everyone.

"Minx." I heard someone called my name from behind me, I turned to look. Just a quick glance. Then I saw a girl, with light pink hair. Lizzie. I haven't talked to her for a long while, I wonder what she needs now. "Minx . . . there's this new hot guy . . . I really want to meet him! Can you . . . somehow introduce me into him?" She asked.

"Woah. How am I going to get you to meet him? What if he's all of the other guys? What if he's a slut or whore? A player?" I asked.

"Can you manage to get in trouble, give him a tour. Then make him met with me!" Lizzie explained with no hesitation, like she thought all of it for this very purpose.

"Okay, how do you want me to get in trouble?" I asked.

"We have English first time, we are in the same class. The new guy, should be there too! Get in trouble, like get in a fight or something. Draw on the boards or something!" Lizzie suggested.

"Fine." I sighed. Lizzie smiled, she must really like this guy. I followed Lizzie to our first class; English. I have it with Ze and Chilled. Awkward. I'm serious. My Ex and the 'person I cheated with'.

Me and Lizzie went to the corner of the room, where I go all of time in every single class. Lizzie put on a big smile, I just sat in my chair. I pulled out my phone and started playing random games I downloaded on it. Then my phone buzz, that cause me lose my game. I groaned, as I checked my messages. I got a message from Ze and Chilled. I looked at Chilled and Ze, they were looking at me. I looked back at my phone, checking the messages. First I checked Chilled's, because it was the first one to appeared.

From Chilly Willy

hey, are you alright???

I replied back:

From Minxy

yeah, I'm alright, why you ask?

I checked Ze's message.

From Zeeeeeeeeeee

I have heard there's a new guy today ;)

Winky face? What does he mean by that?

From Minxy

same, but what's with the winky face?

Right away I got a message by Ze.

From Zeeeeeeeeeee

I have heard that's there's a dance this friday, I was wondering if . . . you want to be my date??? x

x? I didn't reply. I'm so confuse, I shut off my phone and put it in my pocket.

"Michelle! Put your phone away!" The English teacher snapped.

"I just did!" I snapped.

"Don't talk back!"

"Well, that's how communications work, dumbass."

"One more peep, and you'll be send to the office!"

"I would like to see you try! The principal would welcome me!" I challenged. The teacher stood up and walked over to my desk. And pointed at me with a ruler stick.

"At the end of this ruler, is an idiot and failure to life!"

"Which side?" I asked, with a smirk on my face.

"OFFICE NOW!" The English teacher yelled. I burst out laughing, I got up and walked to the front of the classroom. I took a whiteboard marker and wrote on the board. 'FUCK YOU!' People burst out laughing, I laughed along with them. "Do you think this is funny?" 'Well, I'm laughing, so obviously it's funny' is something I wanted to say, but Chilled beated me to it.

"Well, I'm laughing obviously." Chilled laughed. The English teacher grabbed my wrist and dragged to the office. English dragged me in  front of the desk of the Principal's desk.

"Mr Charles, Michelle should be suspended!" The English teacher announced.

"What did Ms Manga do this time?" The Principal sighed.

"She was on her phone, she was making me look like a fool! And she wrote on the board 'F-U-C-K-Y-O-U'" The English teacher explained. The Principal sighed, he flicked his wrist, as a signal for the English teacher to leave. She left (The English teacher is a she), the Principal turned to me.

"So Michelle, why did you do it?" The Principal asked.

"I don't really know . . . I'm just impulsive. I don't really think before I do anything." I answered truthfully.

"Well, just for Mrs Jem's sake. I'll be suspending you for . . . the rest of the week. You can come back on next Week's Monday." We stood in the awkward silence, and I talked up to break the silence.

"I'm just wondering. Do I miss the dance, or not? Because I don't really care." I asked.

"You can go to the dance. But now for you, dismissed. See you at the dance, or next week." The Principal dismissed calmly. I walked toward my lockers, getting my bags and books before leaving the school with a sad face. Once I stepped out into the outside world. I smiled and laughed, I walked home. Thinking about what should I do for the rest of the week. Play Video Games? No, my foster parents are probably going to take that away from me because I have been suspended. Well, for me. It's not that sad, because I have already been suspended twice. This is my third time being suspended. I'm pretty sure next time I get in trouble badly; I'm going to be expelled.

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A/N 2 words, Writer's Block is a bitch. Wait that's 5.