I stopped at the restroom to make sure my curly unruly hair was okay. My dark skin was nowhere near the color of my black hair. I wore a tank top and a pair skinny jeans as usual.

Let me tell you a few things about Deaton High School. It's a great school, it has lots of space and nice teachers except for- Ms. Mallory. I found out online that Mallory means unfortunate. Maybe that's why she's so hateful. If she wasn't so mean, I'm sure we would've gotten along. I've noticed she hates me especially, but I don't know what I did to be hated by her so much. One time I was talking to Cheyenne after class NEXT TO her classroom. She said that if I didn't stop talking she was going to make my next major grade a 70 a 70 just for talking NEXT TO her classroom. The hate is mutual. Cheyenne walked with me to Ms. Mallory's class since it was on her way. We stopped next to her door. "It's not fair that your language arts isn't Ms. Mallory." Cheyenne put her hand on my shoulder and said"Life isn't fair ami."

" Why are you speaking French and I don't understand what you're saying"

"Exactly. That's why I made sure you took Latin."

I was about to snap back when I noticed the clock on the wall. We only had two more minutes to get to class. I was already at my class so...... 

"Cheyenne your going to be late" she gasped and dashed to her class. I casually walked into the classroom Ms. Mallory eyeing me the whole time. Ugh, I totally forgot I have to sit next to Jack.

"sup." He said. 

"Ugh." We don't talk that much.

" Boys and girls today we're going to start a new project.......