Call Us The Failures by Anna Marie (top 10 novels TXT) 📖

everyday isn't the way."

"I do have friends." She stated matter of factly.

"Your books don't count." I winked, looking back at her. "Just so you know."

She scrunched up her nose. "Well at least it's better to have friends then aids."

"I don't have aids."

"Course you don't." She said swiping a piece of lint off her shoulder. "You just sleep around figuring 'Hey, i'm to good to catch aids' yeah, we'll see about that."

My body tensed up as I fought the urge to  punch her in the face. I couldn't figure out why everyone at school thought I was the biggest ever. My freshman year I had slept with one guy because he was my friend. He claimed it would be fun. The second time was last year, my sophomore year. There had been a new student who had shortly became one of my best friends after a few days being here. So on and so on, I thought he loved me and I loved him. I never slept with him because the exact day that I had planned on doing it he stopped me and told me he was gay. Yeah, not the best way to be let down. So being the good friend that I was, I let him go around saying that he had slept with me to get him a good cover up.

I turned back around in my chair before asking, Lillian, "Hey, you want to see a magic trick?"

Lillian snorted, "More like do I want to see your witch craft."

I sat up in my chair. "No, but i'm sure you experiment with Voodoo dolls in your spare time." I said, rolling my eyes. "Now back to my question. Would you like to see a magic trick."

Lillian pushed a stay piece of black hair behind her ears, frowning as she watched me. "No." She stretched, "But if it'll get you to shut up go ahead." She replied, her brown eyes studying me.

"Okay." I smiled lifting up one of my hands for her to see. "Do you see this?"

She glanced at my hand. "If you're talking about your cracked hands and hideous nails, then yes. I see it."

I glared at her. "No. Just watch my fingers." I said, as I began twisting my fingers. "Now when I count to five I want you to stare at my right hand, got it?"

She nodded. "Yes, now let's get this over with."

I began to move my fingers one at a time. "This is 1. This is 2. This is three. And this is 4." I song.

Lillian watched my fingers all come up one by one as I reached the last one. "And this is five." I said, dropping all my fingers but the one in the middle.

Lillian's face grew red. "Y-You.." She stammered. You could practicality hear the anger in her words.

I dropped my hands, and began laughing extremely hard. The look on her face was priceless.

"Ms. Victoria!" Mrs. Day screeched. She looked at the angry Lillian behind me and then back to me. "You," She pointed, "And you. Office now."

Lillian was the first to stand up and head out the room. I stood up reluctantly before following her out of the classroom.

When I finally reached the principal's office, Mr. Heather was waiting by the door with a dull look of disappointment plastered upon his face. I gave him a huge grin as I patted his shoulder, walking past him.

I looked over at Lillian to see her glaring at me. If looks could kill, I thought as Mr. Heather shut the door and retreated to his desk.

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"Now, Ms. Barkley." The principal said addressing me. "It has been brought to my attention that you were harassing Ms. Falters." He looked over at Lillian's crying face. What a little sneaky-

"No need to be so formal, Renold." I said leaning back into the soft armchair. "Call me Marie"

The principal stood up. "Ms. Barkley, you do not address me by my middle name! Do you understand? " He yelled.

I nodded. "Hey, you're right." I agreed, holding up my hands in surrender. "We're good enough friends to be on a first name basis. Aren't we, Jerry?" I asked. "Heck, you can even call me Victoria. Or Vicky if you want. Vicky just seems more personal." I mused.

Mr. Heather stared at me in disbelief. Trying to comprehend all of what I had said. It was quiet until Lillian spoke up.

"Can we please get back to Victoria's punishment?" She demanded.

The principal nodded before coming back to me. "Like I was saying, Ms. Barkley, Did you or did you not flip off Ms. Falters?"

"Easy."

"And your answer?"

I crossed my feet over each other. "Didn't do it."

"You liar." Lillian screeched.

The principal looked back at me picking up his phone. "Mrs. Taylor, could you please contact Ms. Barkley's paren-"

"Okay!" I shouted, holding up my hand for him not to continue his call.

He sat the phone down, glancing at me expectantly. "And your answer is?"

I rubbed my knee. "I may or may not have flipped her off."

"And do you regret it?"

I looked at the hard look of disapproval covering his face when an image of Lillian's angered face popped up in my mind. "Nope, it was priceless."

He grumbled. "Well, your parents want be too thrilled when they hear this." He said, and I sunk back into my chair. Lillian put on her usual smirk and looked at the teacher.

"But Mr. Heather." She drawled. "That wouldn't be the only thing her parents wouldn't be thrilled about."

Mr. Heather stared at her silently before asking, "What do you mean?"

Lillian crossed her arms over her chest and smiled. "Nothing really, unless you consider doing drugs on the school property something major." She said innocently.

Mr. Heather glanced at me. "Is this true, Ms. Barkley? Were you doing drugs on school property?"

"No."

"You are such a liar. I saw you!"

"Ms. Heather if you do not answer the question truthfully I will be forced to make you take a drug test."

I groaned. "Did I do drugs? No. Did I take them? Maybe." I whispered. "It was kind of like Needle here, Needle there. Needle Needle everywhere?" I said waving my hand in the air.

Mr. Heather rubbed the back of his head. "So you did do drugs on school property?" He questioned, waiting for my reply.

I sat up, placing both of my hands on my knees. "You call it doing drugs. I call it the sharing game." I replied seriously.

"Out of my office, now!" Mr. Heather screeched. I did just as he said. I stood up, sending him a wave goodbye.

"Nice seeing you again, Jer!" and with that I walked out of the room leaving behind a very red faced man.

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So this leads us back to the beginning. Eight hours after everything happened. Where the real story takes off.

I bit my tongue. "Victoria, we have had enough of the way you've been behaving." My father grounded out, and looked at my mother.

"I agree with your father." She said placing her hands on her hips. "We have given you countless chances to change and every single time you come back and throw it right in our faces. There's nothing else we can really do about your behavior, but there is a place that can."

I sighed. "Mom, Dad, Please." I begged. "I know I messed up again but next time i'll be better. I promise."

"There will be no "next" time. Our choice is final, you'll be attending the behavioral camp next month once all the paperwork is filled out and we have your living arrangements complete."

I grabbed my car keys off of my fathers work desk storming out of the room angrily. I hurried down the stairs, sliding out the front door. Stupid Parents. I thought as I threw my ten pound book bag over my shoulder and hopped into my car. All I wanted to do today was wake up, go to school, and go home.

It's not like I had planned to be sent to the principal's office this morning. It wasn't my fault that Ms. Stuck Up Falters couldn't mind her own dang business.

I laid my head down on the driving wheel. Not only had I gotten in trouble, again, but I was also being sent to behavioral camp.

I sighed and started my car before pulling out of the driveway.

Behavioral camp, I thought. I may not know exactly what's in store for me, but one thing I did know for sure was that before I got sent off anywhere I was paying someone a little visit.

Right after I found out where she lived..

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So this is just my first attempt at something totally different then what i'm use to. I promise I won't delete this story and I will try my best to go back and edit, add, and delete certain parts.

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Publication Date: 01-25-2014

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