FREDDY
"Freddy Perez." Mr. Oman calls. I force myself to my feet with a gentle pain waking around my throat from the movement. Evan had strangled me yesterday cause I skip school as I had told him. To be honest, Marco made me stay over so he could torture me and made me tell Evan another story.
"Hm." He wrinkled his face. "An A in Spanish." He drops my sheet on my desk, I return to sitting with a small hiss.
"You can't have your hood in class." He states sternly.
I reach up careless and pull the thing down. My hair is still there to shield the scars.
He frowns when he sees my face. "Another black eye? I guess you got in a fight. Just in your freshman year of high school you still haven't dropped the attitude." He shakes his head and moves to another desk.
I don't bother to look
