It's a mad world and they're too good at hiding it.
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Sierra Montrose didn't like her life. If anything, she wanted it gone. The end. It was a life of self hatred and mistreatment from her own family. A drunkard for a mother and her abusive boyfri...
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Sierra was walking down the lockers area with Ashley to lunch when Ashley nudged her and pointed to beside Sierra's locker. Sierra halted in her tracks when she found Destiny and her friends, Janice and Marissa, had cornered Lake. Lake was surrounded by those three, her back pressed to the locker—Sierra's locker—the three smirking as if they won something. Sierra felt a burst of anger inside her. How dare they go about their shenanigans at her locker?
Sierra was about to march down to those three idiots and give them a piece of her mind when Ashley grabbed her hand. "Hold up," Ashley said, nodding at them, watching on with interest, "let's see how she handles it."
"My locker is not an area for entertainment," Sierra said angrily.
"Yes, but why swoop in and save Lake?"
"I'm not saving that brat. I'm putting Destiny in her place." Ashley made an are-you-sure face. Sierra glared at her friend. "What?"
Ashley shrugged and turned her attention back to Lake. "Let's at least see how she deals with that idiot, 'kay?"
Sierra stared at Lake. Something about the smirk she was wearing as Destiny harassed her unsettled Sierra. As if instead of Destiny, Lake was the real winner. She frowned. She'd better not get involved with people like Lake. They always had a reason to smile like that, even when they are bluffing.
"I'd rather not. Let's go get lunch."
Ashley was grumbling about Sierra dragging her to the cafeteria and ditched her to go and break up with her two-week long boyfriend, Jonah. The cafeteria was loud, it was unavoidable. But today, though, the chatter seemed louder. That must be why the boys behind her decided it would be a good idea to have a weird conversation which she couldn't help but overhear.
She sneaked a look behind her at the group. They were either new or students she's never seen around. A red-head, a brown-haired boy, a blond and another bigger blond. The brunet had two-lined tattoos on one side of his face that looked like they were words in a foreign language. When did all these rowdy-looking people get into school? Purple contact lenses and face tattoos? What's next? Shirts that show midriffs and shoulders?
"You wouldn't believe...I just saw...her name. I know her name," she heard the brunet say, an unsettling excitement in his voice. "I just figured out her name."
The blond one scoffed. "A lot of good that's gonna do us. We can't touch her. Besides, you couldn't have. No one knows how she looks."
"Hey. I stared into the face of death and survived."
"No one believes that. She leaves no survivors."
Sierra took a step forward, away from the group, weirded out. Why the heck were they talking like that? What were they talking about? She shook her head to herself. Actually, she'd rather not know.
