Cold Kill

CHAPTER 2-Joy

Hey Joy here and life's ok I guess. Me and my dad moved to the city for a fresh start. It's a horrible start. I fucking hate the city. Everyone and everything is too loud.  I am currently 14 years old. 14 years closer to death I suppose. I hate high school, it's just the same as middle school. Receiving disgusted looks, stupid book fairs, fake friends, mean bullies, loud girls, and shitty foods. I get teased for no fucking reason. Oh my god, I love how the boys dress up as furries and they don't get started at. But when I mind my business, people suddenly want to pay attention to the littlest detail of me and make fun of it. Like, like?? Please I didn't do anything to you??

~Monday~

"O-of course I'll kiss you," I halfly moaned and rubbed one of my fingers on my clit. I was face down laying on my stomach, eyes rolled all the way up. The guy comes closer and closer to me. I quickly draw my head towards him, puckering my lips. He also puckers his which made me more wet. Less than a second later-

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!

My eyes flew open. Soon to be blinded cause the sun it out. Noo! Why did my stupid alarm have to interrupt my perfect kiss?? I slowly lifted up my body. I looked like a mess. Looking down, there was a huge mess of saliva on my pillow covers.

"Shit."

I shift my eyes to the alarm. 9:15.

9:15?!??

"Shit, shit,shit,shit,shit...." I mumbled as I jumped into my clothes.
Since I didn't have enough time, I ran a brush through my hair, shoved my uncharged school chromebook in my tiny ass bookbag, gulped down my orange juice, and ran through the door.
And yes, I didnt brush my teeth. I don't brush my teeth. I'm just not that kind of person.

I stopped at the stop sign to catch my breath. All of a sudden I felt like I was stared. So I quickly turned around and saw an ugly ass kid. He's just standing there wearing sweatpants, a coat and a hat. All blue.

"You look like the cookie monster! Except he doesn't have brown hair," the kid finally says.

I just stood there for a good amount of time and looked at his forehead.

It is scientifically proven that if a person stares at you for a long time, you look into their forehead. Then they get weirded out and look away.

I am that type of person to stare at random foreheads.

I am still standing stiff and still as a statue.

Who does this motherfucker think he's talking to, I thought as my blood boils. "Go back to school before I pop you, rat!"

The kid then runs to his house bawling his eyes out.  I smiled and flicked my hair as I turned around, feeling satisfied.

Noone messes with me, boo.

I have Algebra first period. Double period. Boo. But it will be worth it very soon. RING! The bell rings. I quickly sprint inside the school as fast as I can because it's cold as hell outside.

Wait. Hell is hot. It was cold AS Jeffery Dahmer outside. I finally got to school.

I walked to the front office. I hate going there. The lady there is mean for no reason.
I softly say,"I'm late."

"Ok?" she croakes.

Bitch...

Types your student ID on the school ipad. She points her finger to the corner where the ipad is. 
What? Since when did we get tardy tickets online?

I held my breath as I got closer to the door Imagining everyone staring at me. Even that one girl..

Knock, knock!