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I wasn't going to skip school.

I was thinking of maybe waiting until winter break to escape. Or maybe even spring break when the weather was nicer.

But I wasn't going to have a bad day either.

When I entered first period, French 1, I kept my head down. Melody was also in my French class.

The little brat had mimicry powers so if she just listened to what Madame Lafayette said she had an easy A. Melody liked to brag that her grandparents lived in Paris and she had picked up on French from them, but the smarter of us know it's just her convenient powers.

When the back-stabbing crayon-breaker walked in a minute before the bell wearing a gallon of makeup and clothes were so tiny they wouldn't be modest for a Barbie doll, she made sure to pass by my desk and flick my head.

"Ow," I murmured.

She sat down than twisted backwards in her seat to face me and gave me an evil, charming smile. "Oh my God, sweetie, you're hair is just fabulous, where'd you get it done? The dog salon across the street?"

At that her and some other Barbies and Kens snickered.

The bell rung and Madame Lafayette woke up the previously sleepy and snickering classroom. "Hello, hello my students!" she said in French, "I hope you have all recovered from the election." Madame Lafayette was a very passionate political person. She and three of her teacher friends hosted the Political Science and History club. I honestly don't understand why anyone would want to join that club...

...and now she was ranting off in English/French about our new president. I only understood about half the words but I hear her say, "Tell the president to casse-toi!"

I silently agreed. I silently wished that I could be Madame Lafayette, ranting off about our stupid, stupid world. It really did need some fixing up, that was for sure.

I wondered, maybe I could-

The bell rung, distracting me from my chain of thoughts.

"Hey bitch," Melody said walking up to me. I internally rolled my eyes. Why did middle schoolers like to swear so much? Honestly.

Her voice continued to say some annoying things but I wasn't really in the mood to listen, so I stood up and reached for my backpack that was next to my desk-

Where was my backpack? I looked up to find Melody sneering like the maniac she was.

"Oh you poor thing, no backpack! You might want check down the hall..." she pointed with a painted claw-like nail.

I ran of Madame Lafayette's room into the hallway to see a couple of Melody's male minions running down the hall with my backpack. Except it wasn't my backpack. Because my backpack wasn't torn in half.

"Those little self-centered termites!" I growl. (See, isn't that hard not to swear).

I started to chase after them, but one of them had super speed, and started to zoom away. One of my notebooks caught on fire the minion was going so fast.

The other dude started whooping and tearing up my notebooks with his shark teeth. He threw the wreckage into the air like confetti. Just as i noticed he had my lunch too, he sprinted off in another direction.

I slowed down and panted. I really needed to get more exercise.

I darted my eyes around the hallway in a search for Melody. I spotted her walking into a classroom, singing a happy tune. I started to run towards her but the bell then rung.

I let out an almighty, "AGHH!" and slowly slipped down to the floor.

After maybe a minute or two I stood up.

I just stood there then. Maybe I should've gone to second period.

But that's not what I did.

I headed out the front doors of the school.

Goodbye, Powerton.

A/N:
I probably shouldn't have put Madame Lafayette in this chapter. BUT IT WAS THE FIRST FRENCH NAME I THOUGHT OF OK,,,And I probably shouldn't have gone into so much detail about her considering she most likely won't be a main character or show up ever again...

bUT I COULDNT RESIST PUTTING IN A HAMILTON REFERENCE OK?

Also I had an idea that would make this story completely different but I don't think I should do it ;-;

(Ask me in the comments or PM me if you wanna know what it is just cuz ;))) )

I'll update soon I started writing the next chapter.