Diana's P. O. V
Did my teacher laugh at me? Yes. Did she doubt me achieving that academic goal? Hell yes!. But am not going to let that stop me from getting what I want.
Like West said, I've been a pushover, I think I should step up and finally do something for me.
The bell just sounded, school let out and got ten times nosier, maybe they were talking about the cheerleading tournament. Everytime I think about it, I get all kinds of nervous, we have a rival school that's watching our every move. Something about that gave my head a migraine.
Miss Mandeleeya was busy proofreading the script that Mr Freddie wrote for the play. Since Stephen and Sam are transferring schools and Michael already left, Mr Freddie was desperate to have us.
"I don't like it." Miss Mandeleeya said and dramatically dropped the script on the floor.
"What's there not to like?." Mr Freddie asked, torn to shreds to see his hard work just tossed like that.