It's not my fault right that I was the reason we were late to my wife's class righhtt yea RIGHT. We were exactly 6 minutes late on point 2 minutes me helping Mario and rest listening to Lila's lecture.

Now we are standing outside of my wife's classroom knocking on her door waiting for it to open. Looking at the hallway and wondering this is perfect place for our wedding venue as it was this hallway were it all started.

She was new here finding her classroom and I was walking down the hallway and I saw her. The goddess standing in front not too far but not too close looking at a piece of paper as if she was finding something, with hot steaming coffee in her hand. The way her hair was open and cascading down her shoulder as a waterfall but in deep chestnut color. And don't get me started on her lips ugghhhh those plum looking lips with matte red color on it ahhhh I just wanna bite.

I went towards her to help her out. " hey need some help."

" NO" she replied.

damm ego much.

But I won't back out " I can clearly see you need help and by your outfit you are a teacher" I say looking at her.

" Were you checking me out" she says putting left hand on her hip trying to scare me.

" Why would I be checking you out although you do look hawt in that black dress perfectly outlining your curves with those pencil heel sandals making you look tall so that you could terrify students and make yourself look like you have the authority over other's. Now am I right or am I right"

She just stared at me and went pass by me towards her classroom and I was kinda shocked that we were going towards the same destination. " Why are you following me" she asked and simultaneously glaring at me.

"To be honest, I would love to follow you but sorry to disappoint you I am not following I am just going towards my first period classroom which happens to be MATHS. Assuming that you are standing here to I suppose you are our new hawt teacher. Welcome" I say.

To be honest I wasn't shocked that she was a teacher but I was shocked that she was a MATHEMATICS teacher why does god hate me. Why do all haawwtt teacher in the world have to choose boring subject to teach.

" Get in the class and not a word" she said sternly and I went and sat on my chair. After few minutes of waiting she entered the classroom. What was she doing outside?. Waiting for a grand entrance.

As she entered she spoke " Good Morning class my name is Mrs Lydia Masters, you all will be referring to me as Mrs Masters" wait a minute did she just say MRS.

FUCK MY LIFE.

Next thing I know was a snapping sound and a hand in front of my eyes waving left to right. I turned to look at the person and at that moment I saw her eyes deep blue greenish I would say filled with anger.

You know what change of plans the same location for the funeral but instead of Lila you will be finding my body in the graveyard, cause of death: I annoyed the love of my life. RIP me.

There she stood standing in front of me looking at me with those killer eyes scaring the shit out of me, I mean Jesus Christ I thought she was an angel, daughter of GOD not of SATAN.

The voice once I thought was a melody for my ears which could be a cure for any disease now could be a disease itself. I was looking left to right until I caught an attention where the fuck is Lila, then I see her standing inside the classroom behind Miss bitchy looking at me with worried eyes.

Ohh wow now I am sobered up.

Damm u fate.

" Hellloooo, Why aren't you answering my question, Why are you late to my class. Am I a fool here standing and asking you questions while you are just staring at nowhere in the hallway". she said.

" Okay the first question wasn't a question tho even if you consider it my answer is personal reasons, the second question is actually personal question and the third question is technically already answered as I would be laughing if you are a fool but I am not now. Am I laughing Miss" I said in a teasing tone.

The whole class erupted in laughter and I could see Lila standing there looking at me or should I say staring at me with eyes saying YOU ARE DEAD GIRL AND DAMM I WAS....

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Guess who got 1-week detention after school guys yess this bitch got detention and that too with Miss bitchhhyy ahhghhh. And yes I am sobered up, don't get me wrong see I like both genders but I don't want to put a label on me just like straight people do. They are considered as normal people with no label but us we will be ohh so you are bisexual, bitch that's just a word, I live same lifelike they wake up, brush teeth, eat and sleep so yeaaaaaa.......

But my point is I do like her very much but her bitchy attitude towards everyone is the thing getting in between and for that I hate her. She had me suspended thrice last year because she is the one and only teacher who catches me while I am doing something illegal as in smoking or eating pills such that.

Well if no one told her, everyone in this world has a problem and they cope through different ways well I cope through reading smutty books, alcohol, smoking, and yea that's all I remember. Right now I am sitting in her class which was maths for the love of God can you please wipe out the existence of maths in this fucking world.

Bell Rang.

It was detention time everyone was leaving the class except me and Lil...... wait a minute where the fuck is this bitch going.

"Umm Mrs. Master why is Lila not getting detention, if I remember clearly she was late too". I asked.

" Well we have good news that you remember things but not clearly, as you see she answered the question I asked sincerely which I accepted and it was her first time. Now if I clearly remember this isn't your first time, am I right or am I right" she said with a smirk plastered on her face, she was clearly having fun seeing me getting annoyed.

........

15 minutes has passed and all I could hear was papers shuffling and the tic and toc sound by clock until I heard the Satan itself say " By looking at the clock the time won't speed, you could use your time wisely and do homework or self-study" she said.

"First of all I am offended, I am a human being no leave that I am a fucking student the least you could do was look at me while saying something instead of looking at the paper, where are your manners?, here I thought you will be the one teaching discipline but I guess I was wrong" I said straight looking at her.

Wow, where the fuck did I get this much confidence huh I am shocked.

" Don't you dare talk to me that way I am your teacher, not your friend", her words dropped out of her mouth filled with hatred "And saying you are a student is an understatement, you are 18 an adult still in high school wasting your parent's money and time they invest in you and your studies. "

This woman knows nothing and accusing me well her words did cut through deep.

I felt anger rising within me the only problem is I have anger issues and it is damm hard for me to control when I am in public but right now at this moment I knew deep down it was true, see I wasn't the best daughter to them. If life did give them chance to go in the past or do anything to get rid of me they would do it, without a doubt.

I felt tears start to form in my eyes and I refused to shed them in front of her or anyone. I stood up angrily which caused the table and chair to make a loud thud noise and looked at her with anger in my eyes.

" You know what. FUCK YOU LYDIA MASTER'S" and boom I was out of the class in the parking lot in a flash with Mrs. Masters behind me trying to catch up at my pace screaming for me to stop.

" Miss Greenaway stop right there, if you dare to sit in your vehicle, you will be having a hard time tomorrow in school."

I have heard this line enough for me to know either I will stay extra hours at school and something or I will be suspended. So, of course, I didn't listen to her and got on my bike by bike I mean my cycle, and started heading towards my destination not before sticking my middle finger up for her.

I don't know what to do when I am angry all I could think of is hitting someone which I can't so I hit myself or torture myself because in the end every single bad thing that happens in my life is because of me.

I consider myself as a BAD LUCK for people.