That's how she treats her Dog
Ever wondered how it would be like if you could just be in a school where all teachers weren't allowed to talk? Every time, my teachers raise their voice to teach, it's like a fan brushing by my ears and eyes causing me to sleep.
Which is a big bummer since I spent the morning trying to look my best. I only used mascara and some lip gloss today knowing that today was gym meaning, I would probably get sweaty from all the running and jogging that would take place in our gym class.
" Rita" I heard a whisper behind me nudging me to wake up.
I didn't have to even look behind to see it was. It was obvious that it was Letta. My worry not bestie. She had her white-blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail supporting the tightness with a rose gold scrunchie. I love scrunchies. She had on a red striped shirt. She also had on her blue jeans which matched perfectly with her shirt. Plus, I gave her that outfit combination. It's sometimes good to give credit to yourself.
" Wake up, We're supposed to be learning" She whispered to me while her bracelet making the click noises.
I don't take that as exactly whispering since I'm sure the people in the back row can hear her.
" Stop nudging me with that bracelet on," I say trying to recover from my sleepiness.
Right now, hearing my teacher speak tempted me more to sleep but of course, this little goodie two shoes behind me wouldn't let me. Even if Letta was my friend, she was always soo I don't know controlling in away. For example, last year, when I planned to lie about our age in order to enter the club, She freaked out like some momma whose child just got pregnant. She managed to hold Nina and I at her house like prisoners so we couldn't go to the club. Boy, it sucked. But I got to entertain because her house has some snacks.
" What do you mean," Letta asked stopped nudging me and touched her bracelet." This is our friendship bracelet"
Yes, indeed it was. Get it, was. Letta still treasures a 5-year expired friendship bracelet. It's not surprising, she treasures almost everything, even her old torn shoes, she says it's full of amazing memories.
What kind of amazing memories does her rotten shoe bring?
" It was our friendship bracelet, but now it's like so old-fashioned," I say flipping my black hair that was left to rest on my back.
" It doesn't matter how it looks like, the most important this is the meaning behind the bracelet," Letta says looking at me with this determination in her eyes.
" Fine whatever, just let me breathe," I say turning to the smartboard which had all these assignments needed to be completed this week.
" Ok," Letta whispered back and slipped back into her seat. I'm just praying this boring class ends sooner or later.
"Hey, you two" A voice calls from behind Letta and me as we were taking our supplies from our locker to our next class.