.~The Divinity Of The Unsane~.
There's an identity crisis four young adults are facing. On the verge of discovering themselves, they are faced with so many obstacles that either saves or kills them.
Priscilla Elzer South is the only daughter of a re...
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☆PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH☆
"Didn't you guys hear the bell for assembly?" Mr Allen yelled.
Adamant classmates of mine who had no intentions of leaving after what just happened, began leaving one by one with sullen looks and inaudible mutters.
I pulled away the brass knuckles from my hand and glared one last time at Rosanne who was wailing and making irritating sounds before trying to walk past Austin and the two teachers who were now right in front of me.
Austin pulled me back with one hand and I flung his hand away as though it was hot lead.
"Take Rosanne to the school clinic." Miss Ndidi whispered, looking at me with that kind of look I so much despised.
Austin swept Rosanne off her feet like a knight in shining armor, making me roll my eyes so hard. He was nothing but a pathetic loser.
Clearing his throat, Mr Allen took an intimidating step towards me. It had no effect as I stared right back at him. Suddenly, I felt his hand tight on my right wrist. His fingers were digging into my skin, literally.
I drew in a sharp breathe, flinging his hand away as I barked at him venomously. "Hands off!"
"Mr Allen," Mrs Ndidi gasped. "She's a pyscho but you shouldn't be doing this!"
I gave her a disdainful look before letting my eyes dart to the drops of dried blood, all over the marbled floor.
What a miserable stain.
"Pack your things and head to the Principal's office right now!"
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Principal Roban was the last person I wanted to lay eyes on, today. The mere sight of her could send my day from zero to minus one.
She was that horrible and terrific.
"You can excuse us," Principal Roban told the teachers that escorted me here, with a little smile curling its way up her black, plum lips.
I stared at the huge picture frame behind her table. It was taken exactly five years ago, when she was introduced as the new principal after the death of Mrs Rivers.
Intel high school never remained the same after that day. She had brought all manner of trash into the system. And if you wanted to find the word corruption, she was the human form of it.
She oozed it.
"Priscilla,"
I gave one last look at the picture frame of the smiling woman on pink suite. She had a deceiving smile, always glued to her ever cheerful face.
"I need to sit." I said dryly, helping myself with one of the chairs directly opposite hers.
She scoffed. "We agreed to respect ourselves and stay out of trouble, last term. How could you start this new term with such level of craziness?!"
