Three... Two... One... Fire!

I shoot a soggy, chewed up paper from my straw and hit a random girl (whose name I still don't know) squarely on her neck, under her blond hair.

My friend Nick roars with laughter, and the girl feels where I hit her. She extracts the chewed up paper and examines it. After a second, she realizes what it is and chucks it back at me. I duck and it hits the teacher.

I know what you're thinking. Wouldn't bad boys like me be put in the back, and the teacher is up front? Well, for some unfathomable reason, Mrs. Miller decided to put her desk in the middle of the room and the rest of the students scattered randomly about.

The girl put her hands to her mouth and gasped, her blue eyes wide with horror.

I silently pointed and laughed at the girl as Mrs. Miller got up. She looked like a scarecrow, with wrinkled and tan features, small dark eyes, an old lady sun dress and a balding head.

"Miss Railey," She said, a British accent crept into her voice. "Did you just throw something at me?"

"I- Justin did it!" She blurted, pointing a finger at me and standing up.

"What?! I just saw you do it! Mrs. Miller, you gotta believe me. She did it!" I stood up as well.

"I have a name," the girl said, crossing her tan arms across her yellow shirt.

"Do I care?" I asked rhetorically.

"Enough!" The teacher yelled.

I noticed all eyes were on us, and some had their phones out. A tiny brunette girl with glasses was looking at us through the window, but she ran off when I shot her a glare.

"Detention for both of you! Now sit down and finish your pre-test!"

I wanted to protest, but it wouldn't have been fair to the other students.

It was the beginning of my freshman year in high school, and all I had been doing this week was pre-tests. Nothing fun like what we would do in middle school. No name tags, no journal decorating, no all-about-me papers. Nothing! High school was way too boring.

Well, to be honest, I didn't really like doing that stuff. I was too old to be coloring and cutting. I had felt that way for a long time.

I huffed, then sat down and angrily gripped my pencil. The girl was gaping like a fish, but Mrs. Miller shot her the death glare and she flopped back in her seat.

I pretty much guessed on the rest of the problems. Most of it I had never even seen or heard before.

When the bell rang, I immediately swung my backpack over my shoulders and headed for the door.

"Mr. Jackins, do we line up at the door like we are in Kindergarten?! Stay seated till I dismiss you!"

"If the bell decides when I arrive, it decides when I leave."

I quickly opened the door and mixed with the other students in the hall. I heard something about detention, but there was little else that she could punish me with.

Second period was English. The teacher who taught it, Mr. Haye, was practically crazy. He had us randomly do math problems and answer historical questions; about an eighth of that class was actually language stuff.

I sat in my seat right as the bell rang. That girl with the blond hair sat next to me; it was her assigned seat. A flare of pain spread across my arm as she punched it. I yipped a little; she could really hit!

"What?!" I asked, rubbing my arm.

"If you could just grow up, and act your age, we both wouldn't be in detention."

"But you chucked it back at me!"

The teacher walked into the classroom through the backdoor, and he clapped his big hands three times.

"Today, America is a very wealthy and prosperous country. But were we always as strong as we are today?"

There was an award silence, as Mr. Haye stood in front of the white board while crossing his arms. Then one, brave soul peeped up and said: "No?"

"We were once babysat by Britain! America started out as a rural farming community."

And I lost interest right there. But we did have a pop quiz on gerunds and participles, so we at least got some LA into that period. On the girl's paper, I watched her sign her name in graceful cursive. It was either Mintr or Misty. I went with Misty.

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Me and my friend Nick had PE the last period of the day. All the boys got dressed 5x quicker than the girls. (What on Earth are they doing in there? Growing Delilah's?)

When we were lining up to take role, I saw Misty a few rows down from me with a short Asian girl. She noticed me staring at her, then she huffed and looked away. I reeled my attention away from her, and tried to push her to the back of my mind. Why did I keep thinking of her? It's not like she's cute, or nice or anything. She's just an annoying girl that can't take a good joke.