Bree woke up hearing her mother yelling for her to get out of bed because she was already going to be late to school, she got up and got dressed in leggings and short shorts along with a white tee shirt that shows her back, she then slips on a pair of flip flops before going downstairs she could smell the alcohol on her mom she also saw beer and whiskey bottles all over the living room. She sighed picking up an halfempty whiskey bottle, Bree takes a sip of the whiskey "HURRY YOUR SKINNY ASS UP BREE!!" Bree sighs walking out of the front door "I'm going!" she gets into her car and she drives the hour long car ride to school.
Once she was at school she finds an empty parking space and she parks turning her car off, she gets out of the car after taking the keys out of the car, she grabs her backpack from the back seat before walking into the school. Bree walks into the office and the lady behind the desk looks at her "Can i help you?" Bree looks at her and smiles "I would like to get a late pass.." the lady grabs the passes and she fills it out before handing it to Bree. She takes the late pass and she walks into the class room and she hands it to Elliot before taking a seat in the very back of the classroom.
<Awesome okay! :P I guess he is a young teacher? :P>
Elliot's light blue eyes glanced around at the only slightly younger teenagers in his class. He was only 20 but he was pretty smart which was why he was teaching in a class. He tugged his shirt down some and threw his sweater on the back of his chair before sitting down. "piece of shit ass holes" he sighed under his breath as the kids started flooding in. He crossed his arms and sat down, watching them through his jet black hair that covered his eyes. He brushed it back some, threw his shades on the desk and leaned back. "Okay! sit down" he said calmly. He acted nice..but in reality..all he wanted to do was go home and drink. He was like that..his family left him to go to another state because of his drinking problem and his anger problems.
He watched a few of the football players throw paper at some of the quieter, scrawny kids and laugh at them, going to them and pulling on their glasses, ears and hair just bugging them. He sighed and leaned back for a moment before getting up and walking to them, his chains jingling against each other as he moved. "Get off them and sit down!" he yelled, pointing at their seats. They scoffed, glared and spat at him but he ignored them and cursed under his breath, sitting down again and sighed, crossing his arms and waiting for the second bell to go off and the rest of the people to flood in.