After I've calmed myself down I walk into the classroom. I walk past Mr Sinclair to go to take my normal seat for form. His writing on the board. Clearly for his first lesson.
I take a seat and get the book I've got to read for history out. I won't lie I was hooked by the third chapter.
'Natalie come here' Mr Sinclair calls turning from the board. He grabs some paper from his desk then hands it to her.
'Your homework for the week, I expect you to hand it all in on time, understood' Natalie nods her head.
'Use your words'
'yes sir' she mumbles. Then takes her seat.
'Abby bring your bag and come here' his voice is louder than before.
I walk to his desk then he raises his eyebrows, expecting. For what I have no idea.
He points to the chair at his desk where I sat last week.
'Sit' he orders gruffly.
'What! Why?' I whine. He now looks pointedly at me and raises his voice
'sit Abby that's an order' my mouth drops open but I don't move. Shocked more than anything. Everything is supposed to be back to normal. Normal seats. Normal classes. He slams his hands down on the desk, probably attracting everyone's attention. He now grits out
'stop catching flies and sit down Abby' I'm completely dumbfounded. What the heck have I done now.
When I take the seat I throw my bag on the floor. I drop the book loudly on his desk and plop down heavily sighing.
He starts typing on his computer, clicking away like whatever that was, never happened. Agh! He makes me so angry! I cross my arms over my chest and slouch back in the chair. I thought my movements were subtle but they don't escape the watchful eye of Mr Sinclair.
'You're supposed to be reading Abby' he grits out. 'I don't care, I'm not doing it' I huff. His such an ass! His officially completely ruined my day!
He now shouts at me.
'what did you just say?' I chuckle, everyone's eyes are on me, silent, watching, waiting...
'I said I don't care, I'm not doing it'. His furious, I can tell how he stands and towers over me. Intimidating. Controlling. Dominating.
I shiver but I can't back down now.
'Read or detention Abby' he bellows. I stand up and scream at him.
'fuck you' and storm out of his classroom. My tears fall even though I wish they didn't. I'm done! I'm going home!
I rush towards reception. Running into Mr smith on the way 'hey, where are you going?' I ignore him and start to run. 'Abby get back here' he shouts. It echoes off the walls but I pay no heed.
When I push through the doors and stumble into reception Maddy the receptionist looks up. 'Abby shouldn't you be in form' she questions. I've got to think of an excuse or she won't open the doors and instead will call Mr Halt.
Think... think...
'Sorry miss, I uh need to go home' she raises her brows. Shocked!
'And why's that' she ask's skeptically. I lean closer and speak lower.
'I've had a.. um accident, a girly one' she looks puzzled for a moment before recognition falls on her face. She grabs a pass and hands it to me,
'go home and get cleaned up hun, don't worry, it happens to us all'
She hands me the pass and opens the doors. I run out and jump on the bus home.
When I get home I grab a cup of coffee and start reading the book for history. I know I refused to read it in form but I was annoyed. Mr Sinclair embarrassed me. I read a few chapters then fall asleep....