The missing Y Chromosone...*unfinished*

I was going to fucking kill him. But first, a long, slow and painful death was in order. I’d get the bastard in a head lock, pushing him flat against the wall, ram his skull into the thin, mortar walls of the classroom and then….
“Miss Samson!” Mr. McNeill. My physics teacher. A tall, thin, unshaven looking man with a bad B.O problem and yesterdays shirt on.
“Yes Sir?” Damn. I had down it again. Concentrate April you fool! There’s only two more day’s left and then your outta this Hell Hole!
“Alpha Rays are…”
“Umm…Alpha Rays Mr.McNeill?”
“Yes. They are…” I couldn’t think. Damn Austin Powers! All I could hear was Dr.Evil’s voice in my head. Over and over repeating, “project Alpha and project Zappa. Mooo ha ha ha!!
“Alpha is”
“Yes?...”
“Alpha is!..” I stopped to look around at my fellow classmates. Alan Baxter was sniggering, hiding a middle finger, pointed at my direction, from under a thick classroom textbook. The bastard! I had too answer sooner or later. Mr. McNeill was waiting, bored with tedium and so, finally I answered in my bravest voice,
“Alpha is a Space Station Sir!” Thirty pairs of adolescent lungs burst forth with a mixed array of brilliantly audible laughter. My face turned sanguine. They wouldn’t stop. Even fucking McNeill was suppressing a giggle. Damn them all! Just because I didn’t give a shit about Physics!
“No Ivy!” My teacher finally managed to answer, with a face that was almost straight. “Does anyone else feel brave enough to venture a guess?!”
        Half an hour into the period, we were all paired up for some stupid lab experiment. I hated them. Firstly, because I had no friends in my physics class and secondly, because the whole idea of a “mock lab experiment” was utter bollocks. Of course, I just HAD to get paired up with Alan Baxter. Because the whole universe hated me, and God probably hated me, all because I didn’t go to church and “praise him till the break of dawn” or something. So that was my predicament. Guess I was just going to have to put up with it for now.
“Hey, Samson!” I tried not to give him too much eye contact.
“Yes Alan?”
“Your Ma!” Suddenly he burst into fits of giggles. So did his friends, so did most of the class.
“That’s very funny Alan. Do you want to help me out with the experiment now?”
“No! Not really!”
“Okay….” I gritted my teeth, I breathed calmly and slowly. I’m pushing him against the wall. I’m crushing his spirits I’m…Then suddenly, I heard a noise.
“Pisssst!” I spun round. I was coming from outside the open window. Strange. A bird maybe. Jesus Girl! Get a hold of yourself!
“Pisssttt! Ivy!” I reeled, flabbergasted. Had the bird just shouted my name!? Why had no one else acknowledged “the bird’s”presence?
“Pissst!”
“Did anyone hear that?”
“Hear what you stupid shit?” Don’t ask the Bastard. Don’t ask the Bastard anything. I turned round to the geekiest girl in the class.
“Annabelle. Did you just hear a noise?” I dropped my voice to a whisper. “Outside the window?” Annabelle, who had learned long ago never to say a damn thing to any of her fellow students for reasons of personal safety, simply frowned, shook her head, then walked away. Fuck!
And it was still going on. Getting to the stage of mild annoyance actually. It can be rather irritating  having some seagull whispering your name from outside a window, when you’re stuck in class, trying to ignore it. I gave up and slowly made my way over, trying my best to be undetected.
  I leaned over, craining my neck out inconspicuously, only to be met with certainly the oddest sight of my day.