---Firkle's pov---

If I said I didn't want to go to school, why the fuck am I here?

I continued to glare at the back of Ike's head.

If it weren't for him, I could be at home sleeping instead of listening to this bitch talk about some book I've never read.

I sigh and look down at my desk, which I was scribbling mindlessly on with my pencil.

I'm going to spend the rest of the day at the back of the school after this stupid class.

The bell rings I stand up not bothering to push in my chair, or erase the scribbles on the desk.

I walk out and head to my locker, grabbing my book bag and starting towards the back exit.

Only to be stopped.

"Firkle! Where are you going?"

I turn around and stare lazily at Karen.

"Outside."

"Oh... Why?" She asks walking with me.

"To be alone," I say hoping she would take the hint.

"That makes sense. People aren't normally out there during school."

I stop and look at her, "Don't you have a class to go to?"

She thinks about it, then she looks like she just remembered something, "Oh! You're right! I have History class!"

I sigh.

"You should go do that then."

Then she nods, "Yeah. I should. I'll see you around!"