Q&A: What Do You Think of My Story So Far?

Question by Holly: What do you think of my story so far?
“Kinsley. Kinsley…Wake up!”

Foster? Mr. Foster? I slowly peeled my face from my desk noticing the small puddle of drool that now resided on the smooth wooden surface. I blinked twice and looked up at my sour old History teacher.

“Kinsley, would you please attempt to say awake for the remaining 20 minutes?” Mr. Foster asked in his deep monotone. He was a big guy and wore a hair piece that was a slightly different color than his natural hair.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Because…” He stammered. I intimidated him, I was not a perfect student – which he hated – I back talked him all year and rarely did my homework. “Because I say so.”

“Foster,” I started, “it’s summer. Leave me alone.” Technically it wasn’t summer vacation, yet. We had exactly 18 minutes and counting.

He gave me one of his disapproving glares that I had come to know very well. What was his deal? In all my other eight classes we had goofed off the whole time but Foster must have had his cholesterol filled heart set on squeezing out as much as he could on the Civil War. Like I care, like any of us care.

“You will pay attention for the remaining class period.” Foster tried to say with as much authority as he could muster, which wasn’t a lot. He looked like a pissed off teddy bear, which is not intimidating.

“Fine.” Like hell I’ll pay attention.

“Just listen Kinsley, God!” I heard Margie angerly whisper from the seat behind me.
I suppressed a laugh. As if Margie would ever pay attention, she gets nerds to do her homework so she appears to be a goody in front of teachers so if they ever do see her cheating on a test with her cellphone they’ll simply pretend to have not seen anything. Smart girl, I thought. Kissass, but smart. She was probably texting behind me and wanted the attention of Mr. Foster to be elsewhere so she wouldn’t get caught. Foster was one of the only teachers that didn’t buy her sugar coated lies.

I sat back and “listened”.

5 seconds, 5 more seconds until I’m out of here. 4 more seconds until my junior year of high school is complete. 3 more seconds until freedom. 2 more seconds until I have to get ready to board a plan to Happy Waters, Wisconsin. ****.

The bell rung and I was pulled out of my own unhappy thoughts of going back to my hometown. I haven’t been there for 3 years, I liked it that way. I usually stayed with Margie and her family over breaks but this year my alcoholic absentee mother is pulling me from my prestigious New York City boarding school. What does she want? Quality family time? Unlikely. Dad died when I was three, Ma’ married a rich stockbroker when I was six and we’ve all just lived in happy harmony since. Barf.

“Kins, Let’s go get you packed and send you on your marry way.” Margie said pulling my arm, trying to pry me from my seat.

“I don’t want to.” I complained.

“Have a good summer.” I heard Foster murmur to students passing him on the way out.

“That’s it I just won’t. I won’t go.”

“Shut up and suck it up. It’s three months. Deal.” Margie was never one for sweet talk.

I got up, grabbed my backpack and headed for the door – ignoring Margie. I couldn’t ignore her forever though, we were room mates and I needed to grab my bags from our room and head to the airport. If she didn’t go to our room now I’d have a good chance of not seeing her until next year in the fall. I walked faster. Margie lives in New York but her parents sent her to Goldstone Prep because..well, they didn’t want to deal with her. And who could blame them, Margie was my best friend and I hated her. On the other hand, I sent myself here. I couldn’t deal with my parents and I say parents loosely because David is not my father he’s simply a grumpy old man who is technically known as my step-father. I was not looking forward to seeing him, or my mother.

Apparently Margie got the hint because when I got to our room she wasn’t there, when I left out room – bags in hand – she wasn’t there.

Goodbye to you too, I thought. And hello Wisconsin.

Best answer:

Answer by karen ?
i have to say i found it very boring i would start again

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