"A'ight class," I turned my head to see our teacher; Mrs. Robinson at the wipe board, writing something down.
I squinted, trying to see what she wrote from where I was sitting, which was a bit far back of the classroom.
"Today you'll be having study hall. I expect you all to have at least a few pages of the assigned packet I have given to you on the first day to be finished by the end of this period." She sat down at her desk and fixed her reading glasses on her face. Then began to flip pages of a thick book and began to read silently.
I sat my bag down on my desk and took out my packet, along with a pencil.
"Ppsstt..shorty!" Someone whispered a few seats beside me and threw a crumbled up piece of paper at the side of my head.
I winced a bit, ignoring the person who did it and just continued with my work.
"Hey You! Midget!" Someone spoke again and threw another wad of paper at me. I heard a few snickers and clenched my pencil tightly.
"Shortstack!" They snickered again.
"Shutup!" I shouted and stood up from my desk. "Can't you idiots understand when enough is enough?!" I dropped my pencil and whipped around to see a girl, one that hung out with that dim-wit Felix beat up earlier.
"Mrs. Parks!" Mrs. Robinson looked up from her book and yelled. "Sit down!" She scolded. The rest of the class turned there heads and stared at me.
I ignored the teacher, anger pulsing right through me.
I've had enough of this!
The girl stood up and crossed her arms, looking as if she didn't really care about my feelings; which she didn't.
"Who cares, midget?" She mocked.
"My name is Savanna, not midget. Get it through your thick skull!"
"What are you going to do about it anyways? Your dork of a boyfriend isn't here to save you now, isn't he?" She taunted.
"No, But I can defend myself." I glared up at her.
How did she find out about earlier? Then it hit my mind..
Without thinking I went up to the girl and slugged her in the jaw with my right hand.
"And he isn't my boyfriend!"
The girl fell back into her seat with a scream and everybody gasped.
"Mrs. Parks! Principals office, now." The teacher pointed to the door. Her voice was angery, strict and cold but I didn't care. The only thing that raced through my mind was pure fury. I took one last glance at the girl, who was now holding her jaw in pain. Other students rushed to her side to make sure she was okay. I quickly took my bag, my skateboard and paper with me and walked out of the classroom, slamming the door shut.