Chapter 1
What’s the point, sometimes I like to ask myself that every now and then. What’s the point of living when I got nothing to live for, eating when I puke it all out anyways and like right now, entering Bradford High Academy when there really is no point in me even being here.
Looking at my schedule as I roam through the hallway, Mr.Ambrose he must be a new teacher and are you kidding me I have three of his classes for today.
I sighed, seeing as the many students walk to there classrooms as the bell rang and as I made my way into his classroom as well.
The teacher did not arrive yet as I walked through the desks and made my way to sit at one of them beside a window. Staring out the window to see the many trees and big foot ball field, it’s sunny today but I hope it rains.
Hearing the many girls talk broke me out of my daze as I looked forward to see that the new teacher has arrived. “Good morning class” he wore a suit, no teacher here wears a couple hundred dollar suit. He must be from New York,
“You may all call me Mr.Ambrose and I will be your new teacher starting today” he took off his jacket and placed it around his chair, tall, broad and wide shoulders, green eyes with black hair hmm.
Looking back out the window as I paid no attention to anyone around me, blocking out the voices and just staring outside somewhat brought me peace. That was until I heard my name,
I looked to the teacher as his eyes were already on me.
“Ms.Riverson would you like to tell me what I have just said-
Damnit this is what I get for zoning out. I failed to speak as he asked me that, “Ms.Riverson you will be having detention after school today- fuck me
“As I was saying I am not your previous teacher from last year, I will be pushing all of you to your limits and putting you all under pressure and as a senior I expect each and everyone of you to meet those expectations. For they will help you when you graduate and live your life in the real world”
“Now you will all be taking a test as of this moment, I want to see what you still know and remember from last year and what we need to work on-
The teacher passes out a piece of paper to everyone and makes his way to his seat behind his desk.
“You may take as long as you need to but when you are done I still except it to be quiet, you may begin”
Looking at the test as I brought out a pencil, The Great Depression. Well that’s great, we are learning about The Great Depression and I happen to be very depressed. God, I’m ready please take me now.
Checking the time as only 10min passed, I flipped my test over and stared back out the window. Let me find some my peace.
“Ms.Riverson- oh come on!
I look to the teacher as he looked at me, I made my way up from my seat and walked towards his desk.
“Have you finished the test” he asks me, as I nod my head. “Yes sir” I answered, he Burroughs eyebrows at me, crap should I have not said that.
“Do you think by calling me sir will make you think you are better than everyone else” yep I shouldn’t have called him that. “No Mr.Ambrose” I said.
“Good, since you have finished before everyone you may get started on the homework- he passes me two packets and a textbook.
I bowed my head and walked away from his desk and as I sat back in my seat I began doing the homework he assigned me to do.
What is the point! Finishing the two packets in an hour as there was 45min left of this class. I read the textbook up until the given chapter but instead I read on until the 10th.
I put the two packets inside of the chapter where I have left off and closed it, let me just close my eyes for a second.
“Ms.Riverson- just a fucking second!
Opening my eyes as I stood up from my seat and making my way to the teachers desk once more, “are you trying to be a teachers pet right now” he asks me.
“No si- Mr.Ambrose I am simply meeting your expectations of pushing your students to the limit” I said.
“I see, since you have certainly met my expectations you wouldn’t mind starting on tomorrow’s homework would you” he asks me.
“No Mr.Ambrose- he passes me another packet as I took it. “And Ms.Riverson do not try to be a smart alek nobody likes a smart alek-
I nod my head and went back to my seat. I mean would he feather have me act dumb instead of a know it all, I am not being a smart alek I just simply knew the answers and did it.
Why must I put up with this, and for the last 45min of class I did the packet he gave me. And as the bell rang I stayed in my seat because I remembered I had two more classes with him and I knew that irritated him even more.
