Pretty Boy~ H.Moskowitz

5

It was the next day and I had my grandpa enroll me in West Valley High.
He was willing to pay and everything, which I was thankful for.
I wore a jersey from my old soccer team. It had the number 36 on the front and 'KREESE' in the back of the jersey.
I styled it with jeans and rings, before grabbing my backpack and hurrying off to school.
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I rode my skateboard and arrived at West Valley High. I walked in, looking like the queen I am.
Whispers were exchanged. Giggles were let out. Confused expressions filled the main lobby of the school. I ignored them and put a scowl on my face as I walked through the hall. I found my locker and opened it quickly, sloppily putting my things in my locker and went to my first class.
I watched a video on the school website so I know where everything is.
I made it to my first period and sat down, glaring at everyone who dared to look my way.
People shifted uncomfortably before turning around. I chuckled before writing down notes.
FUCKING NOTES ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL?!
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The bell rang and I was the first one to leave. I ran down the halls, slithering through the kids that crowded the halls. I spotted a familiar Mohawk in the halls.
I gave him a warm smile, which he returned.
I walked up to him and his friends.
"Sorry to interrupt your orgy or something but I need somewhere to sit at lunch, so can I sit with you?" I asked with my puppy dog eyes. "I won't even make a sound."
"Fine." Hawk sighed, looking down at me in awe.
I noticed he examined my body.
I smirked at his expression.
"Something wrong?" I smirked.
"Nope." He looked away.
My smirk grew wider. I walked away, leaving him there confused on what just happened.
I went to my next class.
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It was now lunch time and o have had to glare at millions of people. Everyone in the school has at least glanced or whispered about me.
I tried to shrug it off but thoughts of those three girls... Sasha, Kaitlyn, Brenda, ran through my mind, but I kept a tough expression plastered on my face, making sure everyone knows, I am a Kreese.
I walked into the cafeteria about to sit with Hawk and the others, but slowly chickened out as everyone practically went silent. I kept that to myself. I pushed myself to keep walking, getting a smoothie and exiting, making sure to flip everyone off and look like a bad bitch doing it.
I wasn't going to show that I chickened out, I just made it seem like I don't give two flying fucks.
I roamed the halls of the empty school, since everyone was in the cafeteria. I walked up to my locker, opened it, and pulled out a burn book.
For people who don't know what a burn book is, you put people you don't like in there, and write why you don't like them.
I took out my book and flipped to the 237th page.
Yes, I hate 237 people.
I flipped to the blank page and in all caps I wrote...
SAM LARUSSO

A couple of minutes ago...
I was walking down the hall when someone called my name.
"Amelia Kreese?"
I turned around to see a brunette haired girl. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone so I had an attitude.
"What?" I called annoyed.
"Are you Kreese' granddaughter?" Sheasked with a snotty tone.
"Yes and you are?" I asked.
"Sam, Sam LaRusso." She stated coldly. "I bet Kreese would be happy if you beat me up, you know, that 'strike first' bullshit. It's all bogus and Kreese is pathetic."
"Don't speak about my grandfather like that." I sneered.
"What are you going to do? Show no mercy?" She asked me with her arms crossed.
"Why are you even talking to me?" I asked, imitating her arms, placing them across my chest.
"Just wanted you to know who I am. And that Miyagi Do is the better dojo." Her squeaky ass voice echoed.
"You don't know who your messing with." I inched closer.
"I think I do. Bye bye now." She waved sarcastically before leaving like she did something.
I wasn't mad that she walked up to me, I was mad that she called my grandpa pathetic and said that Miyagi do is better. She had no business coming up to me.
Then, I went in the cafeteria.
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I finished writing in my book when the bell rang. I quickly put it in my locker, before anyone can see.
I quickly ran to my next class and did my work.
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It was after school and I had to head to the dojo. My grandpa picked me up and we hurried to the dojo, we were going to be late again.
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We walked in and I took a look around. I flipped my shoes off, sending a greeting nod to Hawk and Miguel, sending a small wave to Johnny. After those greetings, my face went straight back to a hard glare. I walked into the locker room and changed, before walking out and sitting in my corner to stretch. I placed my AirPods in and was alone in my music.
"Fall in!" I heard Kreese yell.
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It was the end of the day and all of the cobras had left. It was just me and grandpa- I mean Sensei Kreese left.
Then someone walked in.
Both me and Sensei walked out of the office.
"Oh, I thought you would be the other guy." The lanky boy sighed in relief.
"He is a bit... unhinged." The boy told me and Sensei. We both had unamused faces on.
"Oh!" The boy yelled, realizing he has to take his shoes off to step on the mat.
We watched as he struggled to take off his sneakers.
"I saw you demo at Valley fest. Well, not you." He gestured toward me. I rose a brow.
"Couple of the guys have been requesting to join the club. I feel like it's time to give it another go." He continued.
Me and Kreese looked at each other before tuning into what the boy was saying.
"But I have some ground rules. I prefer to take a flag football approach to my karate training. Ideally learning to hit and kick, without getting hit and kicked. I have a bit of a thing about personal space. The other cobras are just gonna have to accept that." He finished.
I crossed my arms, revealing a snake tattoo.
He took notice.
"Wow! That is quite the tattoo!" He walked up to me.
"Not to nickpick here, but I'm not sure it's anatomically correct. You see, the hood of the indo-Chinese Spitting Cobra is much smaller and their pupils are actually round, not the vertical type your artist opted for." He told me as he squished my arm, examine my tattoo.
"So, you know, preobably an easy enough fix to correct the..." he looked up at me and saw my glare.
"Pupils." He replied with a scared tone.
I smirked, before punching his nose twice. His nose gushed blood and he ran out of the dojo.
I laughed, making Kreese laugh too.