Samantha Lahey's Story: A Day In High School

I'm Samantha Lahey, and I'm sitting in my regular chair in the principal's office. I always get out with an easy "yes" or "sorry Mr. Sharman I won't do it again," but today's a different story, and this time, I'll probably be expelled. And by the way, I like to be called Sam. "Nice Picasso miss Lahey but it's a highlighter, not a coloring book," Mr. Hood announced. I looked down at my paper, covered in orange squiggles. I looked up at him and shrugged, then he continued on. "I would like for you to finish sections two through nine for tomorrow, and please be sure-" the bell rang and I jumped from my seat and raced to the door. “That is literally impossible. I'm going to get a concussion from reading.” I said to Stiles. He mumbled in agreement.
You wouldn't expect my best friend to be who she is. Straight A student, always passes work in on time, always studying. So perfect, it makes you sick. The complete opposite of me. Her name's Jill. Then there's Stiles, my other best friend. He's more like me, and if something goes wrong, you can bet it was us. I'm pretty smart. No, I don't get straight A's, but I pass. Stiles on the others hand, not so much. This is where my story begins, and I want you to hear it from me