Chapter 3

I walked into class and sat down at my desk. The Queen Plastic, Regina Prescott, walked up to me. “Hey freak. I saw that delicious guy talking to you in the hallway. What did he say?” She asked me, licking her lips. Eew, gross.
“Why do you care, Reggie?” I replied, not looking up.
“Stop calling me that and just tell me what he said.” She snapped
“His teeth are brighter than he is.” I replied with a grin.
She made a face at me. I stuck my tongue out at her. Just then, our biology teacher, Ms. Ferrero, told Regina to move back to her seat. “Buh-bye Reg.” I said and got my iPod out.

Ms. Ferrero was going on about raniceps raninus and rana hexadactyla. I nkew this, so I put my hood up to hide my iPod headphones. I played on Paramore. This band was growing on me. Curse Sam!

I can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
So i don't go where you don't want me
You say that i've been changing
That i'm not just simply Ageing
Well how could that be logical?
Just keep on craming ideas down my throat
Woah

You don't have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back
And break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror

If Gods the game that you're playing
Well we must get more aquainted
Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy
It's just my humble opinion but it's one that i believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you
Woah

You don't have to believe me
But the way i, way i see it

Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror

This is the last second chance
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it gets
(I'll point you to the mirror)
I'm on both sides of the fence
(I'll point you to the mirror)
Without a hint of regret i'll hold you to it

I know you don't believe me
But the way i, way i see it
Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror

I know you won't believe me
But the way i, way i see it
Next time you point a finger i might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror.

(Playing God, if you didn’t know)

Aah, amazing song. The bell rang and Sam shook my shoulder. “Get out of your dream world, princess. Recess. If you’re not hungry, I am.” He told me.
“Oh go away Sam. I don’t feel like getting up. Stupid Reggie might come to me again. Or even Mr. Attitude.” I told him.
“Oooh Alex is scared!” He said, with mock shock.
“I am not!” I punched him the stomach lightly.
He laughed. “Okay then, get up!” I shook my head. He pulled me up, removed the headphones, and took me to the Cafeteria.