Follow Me I'm CrAzY

"You'll just be wasting your money," he said.

"I'm Tom's little sis, they'll give them back a the end of the day stupid," I said confidently. He chuckled but carried on.

By the time it was time to switch classes, I was finished my food with out getting caught. SCORE!

"So, Ashleigh, if you ever need my help, at breaks I would most likely be in the library, and in class, ask your teacher," he said with a smile.

"Who said I'd be in class, see ya," I said. Okay my next class is... Physical education... WHY WOULD THEY CHANGE THE NAME OF GYM AND MAKE IT SOUND HORRIFYING?

I went to the gym that should be close by the cafeteria... Wait, I forgot to put things in my locker which is.... Number 68, Ahh, so close. Hmm floor number.... 2 which is above the cafeteria sweet. The only reason why I know this is because it says so in my magical white folder.

I walked there and saw none other than What's his face? Ummm.. Think think think!

"Oh hi Ashleigh, what are to doing here?" what's his face asked me... Was it hale? Kale? Hail? Oh wait, Kale.. Right?

"Well Kale, my locker is right...here," I said and walking beside his. HEY NO FAIR HE HAS NUMBER 69!

"Well, that's cool," he said with a polite smile. I nodded and turned to my locker okay the combination is... I had to try a few times, the number was 23-09-19 and I just couldn't get it!

"Need help?" I heard some one say, sounded like a girl. I looked up and noticed that Kale looked up. I saw a typical blond that looked like a hobo hooker. I call them hobos because they don't have much clothes on.

"You know, I think I can get it if I tried enough times, that or just miss my class, either way, I'm fine with it," I replied turning back to my locker. Okay, so locker... OPEN UP NOW!

"Oh, we'll, um Kale? Can. Uh talk to you?" she asked him. Okay, so 23...turn 09 turn the other way... 19 open... Nothing. JESUS CHRIST TIMMY OPEN UP ALREADY! Please?

"Oh, I see," why do she have to talk to loud, 19 .... I pulled my hand it it didn't open. Why did my dad have to choose a school whose's lockers SUCK BALLS.

"Ashleigh if you tell me your combination, I can open it for you, and you won't be late for class," Kale told me, I turned and saw that the blond was in the middle of a sentence when Kale turned to me. She glared at me and walked around... More like strutted like a hot dog.

"Nah, i'd rather be late for class," I said and continued on. Okay... 23....9...19 , I waiting for a second before slowing pulling down the lock to reveal that I... Did absolutely nothing because it was still frickin locked.

"So you combination is ... 23....9.... And finally 19 ," Kale said removing my hands and opening the lock.

"That wasn't so hard was it?" he said with a smirk.

"Not my fault my lock picked favorites," I said and placed my book bag in the locker and took out my runners and placed them in my gym bag.

I closed the door leaving the lock opened.

"Aren't you going to lock it?" Kale asked me.

"Nah, I won't be able to open it later," I told him but heard a click and turned to see him lock it with a smile.

"I will be able to open it later seeing as we have the same class," he said holding a bag. Why does god hate me so much! The same reason why teachers hate you. Yeah, I'm that cool I answer myself.

After gym and then math (which by the way, I did not attend to,) it was lunch so i headed to the cafeteria coming out from my hiding by my motorcycle which is kinda a hard thing to do but luckily i parked it about a block away so technically i ditched school. Eh oh well.