Yang (Book 1) A Dark Louis Fic

Chapter 1

Do you ever wonder what would have happened if you didn't do things a certain way in a past time?

Maybe...you didn't steal the sweets from the shop that time when you were little...you wouldn't be stealing those earrings from the jewellers now.

Maybe...if you didn't 'give your all' to that one guy in secondary school...you won't have a horrible 'reputation' now.

Or maybe...in my case....if you hadn't been part of a bullying group that picked on a student....would they maybe still be in the land of the living?

Just something to think about.

I mean, I've had to think about it for most of my life....The news still haunts me to this day...maybe if I had stood up for them...it wouldn't have gotten so far.

Maybe if I had told someone they could have intervened.

Maybe.....

Weird...that word, isn't it?

Maybe. It's basically like a 'what if' word...one you look back on your past with...one you use when trying to solve a problem that can't be fixed.

It's one of those words that can't fix the past...can never fix the past...

Sorry, I'm rambling now aren't I? Probably wondering who the he'll this creep is...Well, let me tell you:

My names Scarlet. I'm 17, still in secondary school; studying hard and....

Wait, you guys aren't teachers, or my parents...so why am I bullshitting!

Hello, fellow prisoners! Forced to go back to the jail we all know and hate.

As you will come to know I am one of the most blunt, sarcastic, procrastinating bitches you'll ever meet!

Now the introductions have been completed let's get on with the show, shall we?

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RING RING

Thank the Lord in heaven above! I think to myself, as I emerge from English double period for lunch break.

That lesson seemed to drag on and on. Seriously? Mr. Turner, do we really need to know what the fuck the colour green represents for our examination?

I think not!

Not to mention the fact that we were supposed to be covering one of Shakespeare's famous works today.

Key word there: were. That man has a memory on him like a freaking goldfish; in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if one out scored him in a memory game.

I chuckled to myself, as I swaggered towards the marsh, marking the boundary to the football fields at the back of the school. I checked to make sure the coast was clear, before jogging down the ditch and pump down, landing near the edge of the Marsh, flopping back and looking towards the pale blue sky.

I pulled my cigarettes from my pocket, popping it into my mouth and lighting it, enhale the stress relieving gas that was the only reason I had managed not to punch anyone so far this day.

As I enhaled again, I heard a ruckus off to my right. I blanked it out best I could, trying to relax before the stress of A-level Biology next period.

Unfortunately, today didn't seem like my lucky day.

Further along the ditch, a group of no more than four boys began to descend down the edge and plonking themselves down meters from my spot.

I bet they're prefects. I thought, as I continued to puff on my cigarette. Soon enough, one of them pointed over to my spot: a slim guy; but built, with blonde hair that I could just make ouy, with a uniform that looked in worst shape than mine (seeing how my tie was basically shredded from multiple fights, my blazer was covered in ash and my skirt had more tears in it than a homeless guy's coat).