𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬

Balls N Boys

BAM. A ball collided with my face, making me stumble back a little. Shock went through me as I looked up at Vance.

"Whoops my bad" he innocently shrugged and smirked at me. Narrowing my eyes at him, I regained my posture. He's been throwing his freaking basketball at me for this whole damn period. Not to mention the slight snickers that erupted from others mouths.

"She's so weird" I heard. What? For getting hit in the face!? Let's see if this is "weird" then. Picking up the ball Vance threw at me, I aimed it at the back of the girls head. With one little lean back and push. The ball went flying right at her.

"OUCH!" She yelped, turning to me she gave a look that would've killed me if it could. Stomping her way over, she shoved me hard by the shoulder.

"What's your problem, freak!?" I got mad at the term "freak" and got in her face "Freak!? You wanna see what freaks d-" The intercom had interrupted me mid speech.

"Could Y/n L/n, and Vance Hopper please make their way to the teachers office. Immediately" rolling my eyes, I seen Vance already gone.

"Looks like they seen how much of a freak you already are." The girl giggled with her friends. Fucking bitch. I stormed out of gym class, the hallways were not entirely empty as I saw a kid leaning against a locker. He had a bandana wrapped around his head, his hair was brown, his eyes were brown, and his skin was a caramel colour.

Looking more closely at him, I saw that his knuckles had bruises, and bits of blood then and there. Jesus, what happened to him? Or more like, what did he get up to?

"Take a picture." The guy that I was staring at said. A hint of amusement in his voice. "Sorry."  He just smiled, and walked off. Ok, what the hell. I'm starting to think people here, are just basic snobs. Or people that get a kick out of seeing people suffer for there own amusement.

At least their not rich snobs. Seeing a sign that said "Teachers Office"  on a door, I knocked and walked in. "Y/n. Glad you came" The principle greeted. He put his hand out for me to shake, taking his hand in mine, I sat down.

"I was wondering if you could tell me, what happened today at the start of Gym class" looking towards Vance, I seen he was already staring at me. Intensely, with narrowed eyes.

"Erm" I nervously let out. Scratching the side of my head, I looked at the teacher and back at Vance. "Well-" "If you don't want to tell me the truth, I can always get your parents in" My lips parted, as I listened to what he had just said. Did he threaten me? By using my PARENTS?!

Just then I bursted out laughing. "What's so funny?" The principle asked, obviously taken aback by my sudden outburst. Little by little, I calmed myself down, coughing near the end.

"It's just, you threatened me with my parents" you began, a smile big as ever playing upon your face. "My mom? Sure she'll get mad, my dad? Disappointed but not mad. They're used to it." Vance leaned back into his chair, amused with the girl.

"Fine. If that's what you wish for, I'll be ringing your parents now." The principle reached for the telephone that laid on top of his small office desk. Picking it up, he used his other hand to press down onto the buttons. He leaned back, and pulled the phone to his ear, all while staring at me.

~

My parents rushed through the door, stopping behind me and Vance who were still seated in front of the principle.

"What has my daughter done this time?" My mom asked, a slight annoyance in her tone. The principle stood up and offered his hand, which my dad quickly grabbed and shook.

"As you may know, your daughter is refusing to tell us the truth of what's happened this morning" my dads eyebrow quirked up a bit. "And what happened this morning?"