Bully Scholarship Edition: New School New life (Editing)

Chapter 9

I was sitting in math class, waiting for Mr. Hattrick like the rest of the class, he was ten minutes late, wonder what's taking that guy so much time. I looked around, a few people were talking to each other, a few solving yesterday's homework or studying, and some are sitting with dull expression's like myself. Beatrice was writing in a book, it looks like her diary. Wonder what she's writing about? Enough about other people, I need to focus on the topic at hand: how I'm I going to ruin my fake record. Let's see if my mother payed for my record to be clean, that means she must've gotten ridden of the real one. So the only way for me to get back at her for making my school years a lie, I'll have to make my clean record dirty. But how do I do that? I should probably start small, I don't want to get expelled, yet...

Mr. Hattrick walks in the class, sweaty like a pig and out of breath. "Settle down class and open your math books." He said, still out of breath.
"Hey, sir." I put out my arm.
"What is it?"
"I think you should get cleaned up first before you start the class, you're contaminating the air?"
"Are you saying I stink?"
"Yes."
"How dare you-"
"Sir I think what she's trying to say is that we won't be able to focus with the smell." Kirby spoke. "She just didn't word it the right way. And we're all very grateful to have a teacher so dedicated that he'll break a sweat just to get here." Dedicated no, lazy and unfit yes.
"Oh I see, fine I'll change. But if you talk in such a disrespecting manner again it's detention for you." I sighed. Thanks a lot Kirby...

For the rest of the day I ditched my classes, drew an inappropriate picture in art class but I got away with all of them. There are two reasonable explanation either the universe just hates and refuses to give me what I want or there's a secret occult in the school that's protecting me until it's time to use me as a sacrifice of sorts. The latter is probably just my paranoia getting the best of me, I always hated occults.
"This is just no my day..." I sighed as I sat on the steps to the school's entrance.
"No kidding." A familiar voice spoke while someone sat next to me. "First I get yelled at by the principal for missing curfew then I get yelled at for getting in a fight that I didn't even start. This school sucks."
"Hey Jimmy," I mumbled as I pondered why the universe has so much hate for me, why can't you give me what I deserve, punishment and a messed up school record that will at least ruin my chances at getting in a good college or any at all. Now that I think about it, the universe might actually like me... I still hate you. Why can't you just let things go my way?
"So what's up with you?" Jimmy snapped me out of my deep and ever so interesting thoughts.
"Trying to prove my controlling mother wrong."
"By trying to get yourself I'm trouble."
"Yep."
"Well, you're doing it all wrong.
"What do you mean?" I looked at him.
"Look around you. This whole school is full of bullies, maniacs, sociopaths and idiots . No one is going to care if a girl ditches class, I do it all the time."
"So what do you propose I do?"
"Start by this." He hands me a spray can. "The picture you drew in art class was interesting, but needs to go somewhere more...visible. See you later." He got up, leaving me alone.

I patiently, and I use that weird very lightly, waited until 8 before sneaking out of my dorm, passing the prefects and into the school. I made sure I didn't get spotted by any prefects and stared redrawing my picture. After I was done I snook out and back into my dorm room. Tomorrow should be interesting.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, I won't give you any excuses since you most probably don't care but I'm truly sorry.