She Hates Me?
I could not even follow what the teacher was saying.
She is such a nag.
After she was finished, I sat at the front of the class next to Autumn. I looked at her from the corner of my eye.
She totally hates me, but she is so hot
Her outfit was plain, but her over-shoulder-length flaming red hair made her look so great. She was just wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of blue skate jeans. Mrs. Paulter started asking for our homework. I handed my two-and-a-half page short story up first. Mrs. Paulter glanced over everyone’s paper, but she read mine all the way through.
“This is great, Mister Cutler!” She exclaimed, smiling at me.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Class, this is work of art!”
“It’s nothing, I turn in that kind of little stuff like usual.”
Autumn snorted at my comment.
I turned to her
“You are such a snob.”
“What? Because I turn in work that is twice as goodas anyone else’s?”
“No, because you try to impress everyone when you can’t get it through your head that you can’t impress everyone!”