Dragoln's and KZ's Short Stories

The light of day

She felt for a lock in the dark.

Chains tied her hands down to the ground so she could only use her feet to feel out for anything solid.

Pitch Black.

Light was unable to reach into the far depths of the cellular, leaving her eyes devoid of light.

For Amantha Keyes, this was the worst day of her life - suddenly pushed out of her perfect little life as the daughter of a CEO and spoiled rotten to the core.

"Do you know who my Father is?" She had tried screaming through the bag she came in. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, something that shook her entire world and brought it down.

All her life, Amantha Keyes had gotten anything she had everything she wanted at the snap of her finger or a simple nag to her dear Father.

All the way through the journey, she had to endure the torment and snigggering of her captors; she knew exactly who they were - those pathetics at her school.

It truly wasn't her fault they smelt like dirt, grime and grease - irritating her nose with their taint. For all Amantha cared, they should've been expelled long ago. Even when she gave some not so subtle hints about cleaning themselves, the three boys had responded with scathing retorts.

Of course, she tried her best to get them out herself- whispering to the other girls of their school about how their parents were probably drug dealers, smokers, scammers... The worst of society.

Amantha Keyes made their lives torture.

Nick, Brandy, Jack were thus heralded as the 'terrible trio' of the school.

Whenever one of them was unlucky enough to encounter Amantha Keyes, she would attack them with insults of all kinds.

"Ugh, why do they even allow rats like you to enter this school? You belong in a sewer."

"Hah, what an ugly notebook. It's, like, fitting of something that hides your ugly writing and ugly words."

"You know nobody here likes you, right? Why are you still even here?"

Each one of her words were saturated with venom, its only purpose was to hurt.

The best thing was, Amantha thought, they couldn't even fight back.

She remembered how she winded Jack up so much that he dared to throw a pen at her; the headmaster himself had to give him a warning about expelling the boy over violence and how he could even get arrested.

Yes, Amantha never physically hurt them... Well, technically. She didn't exactly have control over the other boys. Sometimes, when she was making her way out of school - Amantha would find those pitiful boys clutching the bruises and wounds at their sides; it was none of her business anyway.

"Why are you doing this you freaks!" She shouted as her voice turned into a cat's screech - Amantha didn't even know if she could hear anyone in the dark.

Suddenly, the door latch opened to reveal a shadow, menacingly trodding down step by step. "Brandy I know it's you - I can smell your snot-face within a mile."

As soon as she uttered her last words, Brandy's knuckles impaled the wall beside him.

"Do you even understand the situation you are in? Do you even understand how hard you made our lives?"

"So? Big deal, if you hate the place then just move schools." Amantha taunted with an arrogant grin. "It's really not that hard."

"Not that hard?" His voice cracked and came to a grit.

Behind him, Amantha could make out two blurry shadows shuffling behind Brandy.

"You're never going to see the light of day."