Its Thursday morning and again I'm early here at school.

I could lie and say that Courtney is finally rubbing onto me, but you could see straight through my lies. I couldnt stand being in that house anymore.

I am walk into Mrs J's class.

I walk further back and sit. My black jeans tug a bit as I retire to the chair.

Its barely full.

Then to my dismay, loud guffaw can be heard from outside.

Then Michelle, her cheerleader bitches and some jock guys walk in.

And one of them finds it necessary to sit next to me. My head doesnt turn. I wouldnt give him the satisfaction.

Instead I keep my face straight and I stare ahead to the back of Courtney's head.

"Morning Seniors." Mrs J greets.

We all look up at her and greet. She has a stack of papers in his grip.

Murmers go around the class that we are writing.

"No you are not writing. I have all your essays from a week ago marked." She says.

The air headed students groan. If course you'd groan, your marks are shit.

She starts calling the marks out .

"Ella Ripley, sixty three percent." She says giving the blond girl her paper. She smiles. Who would be proud of that?

"Penelope Crawford, fourty eight percent." She gives the brunette.

"George Grunsfeld, Fifty percent." She gives the boy. He smiles lazily.

That is a big improvement,  he usually fails this class. I offer him a small turning of the corner of the lips -or as the sappy emotional people call it , smile.

"Michelle Turner, sixty percent." She gives the barbie.

She scowls at Ella for getting more that she did. Uhh, it takes hard work missy.

"Xander Chavez, thirty nine percent. Please pull up your socks boy." She tells the basketball player.

"Colton Raymond, sixty five percent." She calls.

"Reece Blackwell-King, seventy nine percent.  Really matured essay." She tells him. He smirks. I roll my eyes.

She gives a few more students. But my eyes stand vigilantly when she calls me

" Morgan Belle, eighty percent. A beautiful essay Miss Belle." She says sitting the essay down.

And she walks back to his seat. The old fart didnt give me my paper.

"Seniors. Most of you did really well , like very. But some of yoy might need to work harder." She says. I raise my hand.

"Yes Miss Cooper?" He says.

"I didnt get my essay." I've mastered having this bored tone and a stone front, she is probably surprised at my tone.

I smirk.

"Oh, let me check that for you ma'am." She looks around.

And then she checks his laptop case. And she pulls a paper out of it.

"Oh! Yes! Here it is. Marceline Cooper. My..." she pauses.

Did I mention how dramatic this woman really is. Her hand is on her chest as she speaks to me.

"Miss Cooper, this essay. It is absolutely– man, I dont know how to explain it. My vocabulary knows no words to explain how exceptional this essay was.

I could feel every emotion you intended for me to feel.  It all just felt so real.  I could almost hear the screams of the little girl.  Oh gosh! I'm rambling." She says.

I miss how Courtney would turn to me  and giveme a large smile and two thumbs up.

"What did she get?" Michelle asks.

"Marceline Cooper,  ninety five percent. Congratulations miss. This essay deserves more than I give it credit for." She smiles and gives me my paper.

The bell saves me, I stand and pack my shit. I hate it when teachers get so emotional about my marks.

I'm the last one to leave the class.

"Miss Cooper, I recommended your essay to a publishing agency and they loved it. They actually want more from you. How's about you ask your parents and–" she begins happily.

"No." I simply say and leave.

I didnt notice that someone was walking behind me until I try to fix my annoying hair and I see the guy.

He is about two feet taller than my short ass, and he is tan. His bronze hair falls perfectly on his face and his electric grey eyes are piercingly gorgeous. He is wearing a smirk, a dangerous one at that.

Reece.

"I didnt take the baddie of the school to be a nerd." He says.

I look up to his face and return the smug smirk.

"Go dance on your tiny dick." I say and he chuckles.

"You say that now." He simply says and he walks away.

He never speaks to me, what the hell was that? I push my feet closer to the chemistry class.

Can this day just go a little faster. I could use some weed right now.

Mrs George hands back our results for the experiment.

"Miss Cooper, you've again provided exceptional marks. Congratulations. " she says giving me my paper.

"Yea, yea." I grumble.

This shit us starting to annoy me. Yes I'm smart get over it people.

By the time school is out, I have a rolled joint on my mouth and a fire starting at the end of it.

I pull and manage to push out some of the smoke.

Reece walks passed me and smirks.

"I didnt know you smoke Cooper." He says smirking.

"Now you know." I say simply.

He opens his mouth to speak again,  what is wrong with this fool? I dont know who told him that I want to talk to him and anyway why is he suddenly speaking to me, wasnt he glaring at me a week ago at Walmart?

"I'm glad to know that." He smirks.

"Great,  you can now go and throw me a coming out party." I sarcastically say.

And for the first time,  he laughs. I stare at him as he does that. He's weird, usually people cower at my feet with my attitude.

"You're one of a kind Cooper. Only you." He says and walks away laughing his tiny flat ass off.

I stare at his retreating back.

"What was that?" I hear Michelle ask.

"Oh great, as if things couldnt get worse. Dont you have a tea party somewhere?" I ask.

"What? Why would I have a tea party?" She screeches.

"I dont know, you're the rich one. You tell me why you rich farts do that." I say.

"Ugh whatever just stay away from Reece." She says.

"He is my man." She says after realizing that I'm not planning on answering her.

"I dont know if you noticed Mitchelle, but Reece has his own lips, if he wanted me to stay away from him. He'd have said it with absolutely no trouble." I smile. Although it's a dangerous smile.

It's an 'I'll kill you' smile.

"Can you go? You're disturbing my peace and contaminating my aura. Fuck off man! It's a Thursday and I'd like to please keep my peace." I tell her and she scoffs before hurrying away.

"Stay away from Reece or I will hurt you." She says.

"I think you mean you will be hurt. By both myself and your so called man. That boy is no man." I say the last part to myself.

I'm exhausted of this school. I have to walk all the way home. I'm not high enough for that shit.

I dont care how much of a bad girl or tough cookie ,as they say, I miss Courtney. She made life bearable.

As I'm walking,  I stare at my boots. I'm just annoyed by everything, like I dont want to go to school but I'm sure as hell not going to stay at home. Never.

You could run away

I will not listen to you, voice in head. You are high and so am I.

Bitch that rhymed, and also listen to me or you'll be stuck there.

I am running away?