So it is done

Life lessons

Cinder felt uncomfortable, insecure, and if she had the opportunity, she would definitely prefer to turn around and simply walk away. She would then return to Jonathan and away from the unknown ahead of her. But she can't disappoint Jonathan.

Circumstances prevent Cinder from taking the action she preferred though. With her hands clenched into fists, she took a deep breath as she walked through the door. And so, when the door seemed to slowly closed behind her like the gates of hell, she followed that path of her future classmates, as if nothing was wrong, as if she had repeated this procedure dozens of times before. As if she had gone to school before.

After a few turns inside the winding corridors of her new school, Cinder found herself in front of a large - for her - wooden door, a sign of 'Class 2-A' on top of the door. With her destination in front of her, after taking a deep breath once more, abruptly threw the door open.

As the door was thrown open a moment later, Cinder was greeted by the eerie sight of synchronized heads of the other students immediately zeroing in on her. It was something like two dozen little shits - and the teacher, who, upon seeing Cinder, immediately broke into a smile, as sweet as it was fake. Cinder knew those smiles intimately — a saccharine sweet smile plastered on her face like plastic. Meaningless and fake, like Miss Sunny's smile. It disgusts her.

"Children!" She shouted towards the little shits that were staring at her like an exotic animal. "Meet the new student in our class - Cinder, sweetie, come in!"

'Don't call me Cinder' Cinder barely resisted spitting towards... whatever her name was. 'Only Jonathan can call me that, you dimwit.'

"Dear, maybe you can introduce yourself?" The teacher cooed sweetly, almost causing Cinder to projectile vomit... Cinder wondered what that might have said about herself. She let the silence hang for a few moments before sighing, realizing that the bitch would probably badger her endlessly if she doesn't introduce herself.

After taking a couple of steps into the room, she stopped in front of the little shits. She could barely stop herself from growling threateningly at the two dozen young assholes who do not even know what is happening behind the school fence. At the failed abortions looking at her, waiting for a show, like she's a clown here to entertain them. She could feel her hands warming up.

"My name is Cinder Fall," Cinder looked at the blank faces of snot-eaters, as she scoffed and continued her 'introduction' "Don't bother me, and I'll make sure that I won't bother any of you, got it?"

With her 'introduction' over, although Cinder herself was only a little girl - perhaps from the surprise of her words, the children began looking at each other, as if asking each other if they heard it correctly. One of the little shits even unexpectedly nodded, agreeing with such an ultimatum.

"Hmmm, Cinder, darling, don't say that," The woman began chirping disapprovingly right there and then. "I'm sure you'll find that school is enjoyable!"

Cinder grimaced. She did not say anything about school. Maybe she'll even like it here, but other people were definitely too low on her importance list to care about, especially drooling little shits and chirpy old bast whose expression is so plastic, that she squeaks whenever her face moves.

Except for Jonathan, of course, but he would always be an exception in her life.

"Anyway, Cinder, dear there is a free seat in the third row, close to the window, you can sit there!" The teacher immediately added, seeing Cinder grimacing, as she pointed to an empty table.

Cinder just nodded silently and began walking toward her seat, as she looked around at the classroom, catching the attention of everybody in her class all the while.