"Check it out, your hubby is waitin' for ya!" I nudged the scoffing eighth grader in the side while parking Russell.

As I yanked the keys out off the ignition a very grumpy brunette had slammed shut poor Russell's door and left in a huff with her bag slung around her right shoulder. A smirk grew and an arched eyebrow had taken over my facial features as I watch my only sibling meet with her friend; is it weird that I want them both to hook up?

"Just kiss her already!" I casually walked up to the pair that were seated on a wooden bench.

I made James blush and Megan even more frustrated; I'm an awesome sister! James is a very strapping looking thirteen year old, he had beautiful dark brown eyes and black hair that fell in just all the right places. He is a third born generation Japanese in Australia for his family and I can't stop thinking of just how cool that is.

"Oi Buffy! Why did ya just run off from me and slam poor Russell? He's a nice fella ya know!" I said to her while gesturing to Russell with my hand.

"It's only a ute Saga!" She snapped at me.

I crossed my arms,"Is it already that time, ha?"

She rolled her eyes and scoffed at me, turning all her interest onto the cement path.

"Mornin' Saga! How was ya sarvo?" James was trying to lighten the mood.

"Our dad helped me work on the ute, now Russell's aircon works again!" I smiled while looking at Pouty Mc Pouty Pants,"Seriously, I don't mind if you both date!"

James violently blushed,"umm..."

"Looks like James likes that idea!" I said while pointing out his cheeks

"Sorry Louise, your sister is really..." James started, but just couldn't figure out a nice way to finish his sentence.

"Pushy!" Louise snapped.

"Aww! You finished his sentence! Just hook up already, I know this great hotel I went with some of my Exs --" I started, but was soon cut off.

"You are aware all your Exs are in juvenile detention AKA juvie, straight after you broke up! Each time!" She said while leaning back with a worried look on her face.

"Ah! Not entirely true! One of them are currently facing a life sentence in jail... Because they killed one of my other Exs for wanting to get back with me." I said that with a lot of guilt making me feel sick. 'Yeah, I see where your coming from..."

I looked up at James,"You okay mate, your lookin' a little shocked."

"I'm fine, mostly --" He started with a shaky tone.

I was too busy watching a guy walk past that I missed everything he said after that. Dominic Harris, 6'1 of pure milky brunette, amber eyed, AFL playing, true Aussie hunkiness; final thoughts, he's a tool.

My attention was grasped by the bell and I looked back at the two eighth graders, nodded my head at them and silently sneaked behind Dominic to our class; I'm that kid that never grew up, FEMALE AUSSIE PETER PAN AWAY!

...

I was trapped, I am a prisoner of war, I was framed, above all I am one hundred percent innocent. I could see the light fading, darkness was setting in fast. If I die I want someone to tell Maria that she is a fantastic sister and that my only dying wish is that she marries James; long live Jam-something. I really need to remember my sister's name if I'm ever gonna be able to give them a ship name. Where am I you ask? In class, how did I end up here... Early!?!

I sensed a disturbance, then I looked up.

"Oh, did I just blow your mind by my fantasticness, innocently sitting here, thinking?" I nodded my head up at Dominic.

Dominic smirked down at me and placed both his hands on top of my desk, shadowing over me,"Lost in my good looks again Acacia?"

I put a finger in my mouth and faked gaged,"Careful, I'm about to do a double puke all over you. Don't call me by my first name and your no better lookin' than that three weak old roadkill I ran over again this mornin'."

He looked me up and down for a second with a disgusted look plastered on his face before pushing his arms off my desk and storming over towards his friends.

I swivelled around in my seat and flicked my wrist up and down to wave goodbye to him, putting on my best British accent,"Cheerio Sputnik, do play fairly with your little chums!"

A boy with dark brown hair who was talking with Dominic earlier look over at me and showed his 'sweet' personality be giving me an even 'sweeter' gesture with a certain finger of his.

"You have fun too Johno! And yes, I am number one" I replied back to him in the same accent before turning around to face the whiteboard.

How long does it take for a teacher to show up to class? If I of all people can show up to class on time, they better have  been mulled be a vicious kookaburra or something.

As if on cue the door opened and a medium sized or 'fun sized' woman appeared with tight curly grey hair pinned to her head like a pincushion. Her deathly dark brown eyes made every individual sink into their seats, wishing they weren't born. This is called the Mrs McNeil affect. Yep, she is the biggest dog on campus; she is the only school staff member that will make even the principle cry.

Being the stupid daredevil I was I decided to lighten the mood in the classroom, I stood up from my seat and pumped my arm up in air,"Superfragelisticexpelladotious! Bring on the biology lesson!"

...

I could feel death breathing on the back of my neck as I kneaded a ball of dough; yep, this wasn't biology, I had that period three today... Oops.

"Acacia!"

I turned around to find Satan's mum standing right behind me; I knew I could sense the presence of death.

"Acacia!" She hissed at me, slightly covering my face in her spit.

I looked down at her and silently sighed,"Yes?"

She frowned up at me, I could feel her burning holes through me.

I gritted my teeth together and apologised,"Sorry, I mean Mrs McNeil."

"Why aren't you working with your team, hmm?" She tilted her head to the side as she said this, my eyes were fastened on how her wrinkles flopped to the side every time she moved.

I snapped out of my trace and looked over at the stove where my two partners were, then glanced down at bulldog crossed with poodle look alike.

"Johno is literally sucking out Kylie's tonsils, go over there and stop their violent make out section before the poor girl dies from being starved of oxygen!" I accidentally let that slip out a bit too loud, surprisingly it didn't stop the two from eating each other's faces off.

She glanced over at the two hormonally unstable students leaning up against the stove, tightly embracing each other and then at me. Why did she seem more disgusted by me that the two who were most likely about to strip down each other in a school kitchen?

"Acacia!" She hissed again at me.

What is wrong with this woman? Granted I'm a loud and lively person, but I don't go around locking my face with someone else's in a public area, I don't go around flashing people... Well not anymore, most of the time.

"Acacia!"

That's it, this woman has gotten on my nerves!

I picked up the dough I kneaded and draped it over her head, rubbing it into the pincushion she calls hair. I pulled my hands away from her and reached for an egg, smashing it onto of the creation I had just made." I doubt that you would pick up on the HowToBasic reference I did with the egg, but I'm diggin' your knew look!" Time to finish digging my grave, time for the sprinkles on top, so I pulled on my best cocky smile,"What cha say, Trinity?"

She looked me in the eyes wordless, but her eyes did all the talking, this isn't the first time I was told to visit the principle by a teacher's eyes; I've been in many rodeos. I casually strolled past everyone wearing a proud smile across my pale pink lips, took a final metal snap shot of my masterpiece and left in silence; the creaky door finished the scene with a classic eerie vibe.

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Some words people might not what they are in Aussie slang:

Ute = Truck type thingy (not like the ones that carry goods) (like ones used for farms, etc.)
Sarvo =Afternoon

Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly