as red as blood - a wattpad original

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"vel, hunny, again?!" a lady yelled. she was my mom, the one who was there for me since i came into this shithole people call life. "look, i just didn't like it there. they were being such an asshole, anyways." i rolled my eyes. my mother sighed as she shook her head from side to side for a bit. "well, you start at your new school monday. please, please i ask of you; don't mess this up. i can't afford to get you expelled from another school, dear." she explained to me. i had gotten expelled from a lot of schools for what feels like over a thousand reasons. once i kicked a kids teeth in, another time stabbed a kid with a metal fork, kicked a kid out of his wheelchair cause he was being a dick, and all that shit. "fine. i'll try for you, mum." i sighed. she smiled and pulled me into a hug. "thank you.." she whispered. i went up into my bedroom afterwards. my wall was covered in vinyl records and posters from mother mother, i was a big ass fan. i dreamt to be like them when i got older, but that slowly faded away and i thought *hey, maybe i should just listen to their music instead.* and therefore, i did that. they were my escape from all the drama going on in my life. later that night, i decided i wasn't hungry and went straight to bed. days later, it was the first time at my new school. perhaps i'd kill a kid this time! that'd be funny. the blood of a child would always feel like velvet in my grasp. smooth, calming, and most importantly, joy. i'd never killed a kid or anyone, but blood around me has been different since forever. some say i'm literally satan in human form coming to sacrifice them for the day he will be brought up from the deepest depths of the burning hell, or i'm just a problematic psychotic bitch who needs physiatry or psychology therapy, but mostly physiatry. i take some sort of pill everyday, my doctor said i need to or something'll happen. i don't believe it, but just to be safe i take em anyways. i've never cared about my safety or in general safety, but with this i do kinda care a bit. i walked in and all i see is a whole bunch of beady little fucking bug eyes staring in my direction. coincidence? i think not. probably because of the rumors they've heard, or just because i'm new. some jock looking fuck approached me. "you the new kid, you fuckin' emo little depressed shit?" he began, "how 'bout a wrist check? huh?" "you might wanna check your fucking wrists after i beat your depressed little nerd ass?" i laughed, as i crossed my arms. "try me, whore-" he tried to say. a teacher then walked up infront of us before he could say anything else. "zach, you'd best be giving velescity-" the teacher began. "vel." i corrected her. "you better be giving vel the good old ansix highschool welcome, i'm guessing?" she continued. "yes, of course i did ms. fik!" he rolled his eyes. "good." she smiled. ms. fik did a little gesture, indicating that she wanted zach to fuck off, and so he did. she turned around, facing my way. "pleasure to meet you, vel! i've heard a lot of.. interesting.. things about you! i'm ms. fik." she stuck out her hand for me to shake it as she stared into my eyes as if she was a goldfish staring at a human thats outside of the fish bowl. i looked at her hand for a few seconds before replying to what she said. "eh- no thank you. but, i appreciate your polite greeting." i replied. "now, here's your uniform! you may get changed in the bathroom for today, but as for the rest of the time, get ready every morning at home. now, off to the office to get your time table, and to meet our wonderful vice principal and principal, more precisely our leaders here." she explained, handing me the uniform and pointing the direction i had to go in the hallway to get to the office. i headed over to the girls bathroom and got into my uniform - which was oddly tight, but that must've been because i had just worn it for the first time. i made my way out of the bathroom and over to the office, where the principal and the vice were waiting for my arrival surprisingly. the secretary handed me my time table, and i nodded at her. "heeeelllo! you must be velescity danse!" the principal exclaimed, as she smiled. "now, we know of your little stunts from other schools that you've pulled, and we will not tolerate that here. just be mindful that we've got all eyes on you, dear. now best of luck!" the vice said. i walked carelessly off to my class, which i wanted to skip but knew i couldn't on the first day, atleast. later on in the class, i zone out as mr. vine teaches about plants n shit. i want to make mum happy, but.. i don't like it anywhere. i felt the urge to wreak havoc and make this place go into more shit then it's already in. i grabbed a bit of scrap paper from a work sheet from earlier, and glued it a bit. i crumpled up tiny pieces of paper and there it was; my first spit ball of the school year. i lined everything up and put the little piece of paper in my mouth, and spit it out. and then- *SPLAT* it hit the teacher in the back of the neck. "hey, who the heck shot a spit ball at me?!" he exclaimed. the whole class laughed, and i couldn't help but start bursting out laughing aswell. it was now my perfect chance, to get that asshole in some trouble. "mr. vine, apologies about what happened to you, but i saw zach spit it at you!" i said innocently. "zach, head down to the office. NOW." he said. everyone began laughing at zach, it was pretty funny. as he was walking out of the class, he glared at me. i smirked back and winked. as school finally ended when the bell rang, i was on my way home. i opened the door to see my mother in the kitchen.. baking cookies?! she never normally did that, nor did she do baking. she noticed i was home and came running at me. she pulled me into a tight hug, and i hugged her back. "oh darling, thank you so much!! i didn't get a single complaint or call from the school, i'm so proud of you!!" she began, and she pulled me out of a hug before continuing, "in celebration, i'm making cookies and we can decorate them together!!" i smiled back at her. i was really happy, and that was good. but that happiness slowly faded away as i remembered how shit life was. after decorating the cookies, i went back into my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. i didn't have motivation to do anything, to even get up. a while later, i passed out cold in my bed and that had been the finish to my first school day.