“Name and ID,” she says, clearly exasperated for being asked to do her job.  The nerve of some people!

“Carlin. Spencer Carlin.”

She gave me a once over before handing me a paper and my ID back.

“Lemme see,” Madison said snatching it before I even got a peek at it.

“What?!” she boomed as she read the paper over a second time.

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“Mads?”

“The runt only put us in two classes together!” she said, starting to rant in Spanish. “He’s going to pay,” she vowed under her breath.

“Relax.  At least we have gym together. Lucky us, it’s last period, too. It’ll be alright,” I reassured her.

“Hmph… Wait. Look here. Who is that?” she questioned.

“Mize? I hope it’s not another pig like Mr. Pist.

Rumor had it that Pist was fired last year for “disorderly conduct”, which was basically a milder, abbreviated way of saying what her did in previous years.  Pist had set up video cameras in the lock rooms, supposedly.  This, of course, was not all he was guilty of though.  The corpulent, foul smelling teacher had often caught himself not reading the signs on the locker room doors and “accidentally” heading straight into the female locker rooms.  Not only that, but he always came up with excuses to do more leg stretches standing up, extra jumping jacks, and even had the audacity to suggest yoga as an optional course for the females (led by him, of course). Did I forget to mention his first name was Ray? Red flag on the playing field people!

“Anything is better than Pist.”

“Let’s hope you’re right,” I say, stuffing the schedule into my back pocket.

Just as I finished my sentence, the bell rang for first period.

“Okay, maybe I’ll see you later so we can get together after school,” Madison says, starting to walk off.

“Sounds good,” I say, walking to my first class.

Fresh meat? This should be interesting.

So far, the entire day has been utterly ridiculous, just like I predicted.  Not even a full day yet and already I’ve managed to get my ID taken away.  Can you believe it?  And can you blame me for hating this sorry excuse of a school?