Rosalie
-Earlier-
I leaned on the door of our car as I waited for my little sister to bring her a*s over here as it was the end of the day which meant I had survived yet another horrible school day at Crestview: The Academy Of Fine Arts. The name's a long one, I know, that's why most people just Crestview Arts/Academy. Usually, her chauffeur would pick her up, and I'd ride my motorcycle since we get off of school at different times, but I have to drive her to and back from school every first day of the year courtesy of my mother.
Today mainly consisted of me sitting at the back of every class I had, avoiding teachers I hate, and believe me when I say I hate a lot of them, some tried to get my attention in the halls wanting to give me more college-related stuff which is the last thing on
