Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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"Are you serious?!"
I sagged against the metal chair, an exhausted sigh slipping through my cracked lips as I fixed by gaze on the dull table before me. My shoulders ached, arms straining back where metal cuffs kept my hands pinned together. The room was like a coffin, dark and filled with voices you hated.
"You set a community building on fire!"
"I didn't set the whole building on fire.." I retorted as if it would make it any better, eyeing the woman stood before me, hands braced on her curved hips. Her painted lips were pulled into a snarl, plump cheeks flushed with colour as she scowled at me.
"You almost set the whole district on fire." My mother's screams bounced off through stone walls of the room, ringing back and forth between my ears. Absentmindedly I flexed my fingers, the digits stiff with the lack of movement.
"I just wanted some pancakes and the lady refused." I explained nonchalantly. In all honesty it was true; I'd simply gone in, wanting some of the pancakes that were being serving. Instead all I received was an earful from the round faced dinner lady, her voice high and shrieking as she refused and swatted me away.
As if she'd be able to eat them all.
Above that, a community building is supposed to serve the community, right? They're suppose to prance about in friendship and order shirts and hand out sweets with gleeful smiles. So why the hell didn't she give me?
"You would have thought they would give me some, considering they basically wear 'we are a community' shirts." I muttered under my breath.
"They refused so you went and burnt down the place?...We have a whole kitchen full of food!" My mother shouted, outraged, body shifting like water as she slammed her hands against the table.
I sat up a little straighter at the lack of truth. "Actually it was the lady, not me...but that was a bonus I guess. I just went in and helped myself to the food. I didn't know that the witch was going to start coming at me with a rolling pin in her hand!" I explained, face twisted in horror as I recounted the experience. But mostly at the fact that she really thought she could take me with a rolling pin.
"So you attacked her, left the pan on at the highest temperature, tackled a dozen people to get through the door and ran only for the building to catch on fire?" She gritted out, looking at me with disbelief. For a moment her blue eyes focused so harshly on me, I almost shivered.
I don't know why she was surprised because it wasn't the worst thing I had done. "She left the pan on." I corrected, sliding back against the uncomfortable chair. Without thinking, I added, "Atleast I got the pancake." I shrugged with a small smile.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"Nope." I popped the p just to annoy her a little further, watching as she turned away from me. She faced the wall as if looking at me any second longer would turn her into a monstrous beast, sharp nails itching for my throat.
