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"Oh, shit-sticks." Violet rustled through her binder filled to the brim with papers from various classes, all disorganized with corners ripped off.

"Shit shit shit, not again. Mom's gonna kill me," Violet grumbled under her breath in a low, raspy voice with a surge of irritation running through it. She continued flipping through all the papers roughly and aggressively, hoping and praying that she would find the essay she had spent all last night writing. She knew that not seeing the report that was due today would not go over well for her; it would be the sixth time this week alone she'd forgotten or not done her homework and quite frankly, her mom as well as her school, were very tired of her lack of effort. At a school designed to get screw-up kids like her in shape, rules and regulations for student behavior and work ethic are stringent, and Violet has gotten multiple passes for her forgetfulness or just flat-out 'I don't give a shit' attitude. Multiple complaints about Violet's attitude towards peers and even teachers and staff have gotten their way to her mother, and she knew she was disappointed in her. But Violet didn't care what her mother thought about her. She's the one who had sent her off to a boarding school for 'troubled youth' instead of working out her problems with her daughter. It's a grudge Violet would hold against her for as long as she would live, whether she wanted to or not. It hurts, to see your mother, the mother you saw get beaten half to death by your drunken, deadbeat of a father in your dirty old trailer on multiple occasions and have her take out her pain and suffering on you, her 10-year-old daughter, send you to a place to try and get rid of you. To fix you and your problems. And Violet hated her for it. Her mother had betrayed her, the only one who was left that she could trust. Or, so she thought.

Violet felt her top canine tooth sink into the first layer of skin on her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood from the pressure. She winced at the pain, still digging deeper and deeper through the mess of a binder in front of her. She furrowed her brows in frustration at how stubborn this essay was; it ultimately refused to show itself to her, and she had had enough. She slammed the orange binder down hard on her desk, a loud whack following it as she slumped back in her chair. She grumbled a few choice words to herself, rubbing her somewhat swollen pink lip. Her lips were chapped and calloused from how often she suckled on them when stressed or frustrated. Louis, her best friend (even though she would never admit he was indeed her best friend) had pointed it out to her at least once. She couldn't quite remember what she said back, but she assumed she said something along the lines of "fuck off" or "mind your business". She chuckled at the thought of the dread-headed boy. No matter how harsh she could be to him, she did care about the guy, even if he was an idiot. A charming one, nonetheless.

Violet felt a vibrating sensation in her left jean pocket. She reached her hand low to dig into her tight pocket and grab her phone, the cause of the vibration. She tapped the screen with her thumb, pressing a bit too hard out of irritation from not finding her report and feeling the consequence of stinging on the edge of her nail from how bitten down it was. As the screen lit up, she saw the familiar contact that read "asshole" with the contact picture being that of Louis with a big, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. Speak of the devil she thought. She slid the button to accept the call and pressed the cold screen against her cheek and ear, her sharp cheekbone jutting out and pressing against it. Before Louis could say a word, Violet barked,

"What the hell do you want?" She heard him laugh on the other end, clearly amused by her rudeness. He was used to it. They had been friends for over 7 years now, and they knew each other like the back of their hand.

"Now, is that any way to greet your favorite person in the world?" he asked smugly. Violet rolled her eyes.

"Yes. Now what is it?" Louis's laughter subsided as he went into deep thought. Violet was starting to get even more irritated at the boy and his silence.

"Are you going to say something, or are you just going to waste my time?" she snarled. Louis stayed quiet before speaking up.

"I forgot what I called you for," he said matter of factly. Violet clenched her jaw tightly and sighed deep within her lungs. She took a deep breath in to try and stop herself from lashing out at the boy on the other end of the phone.

"Louis, I swear to fucking god. I don't have time for your shit right now. If you don't think of what it is you decided was so important that you had to call me unannounced just to tell me, I'm going to hang up." She tried her best to remain calm if you could even call her current state calm. Louis became silent again, and the girl rubbed her temples with much pressure. Finally, she heard a snap coming from the speaker, something Louis tends to do when he has sort of an 'ah-ha!' moment. Violet perked her ears, eager for him to finally speak up.

"I remember what it was now," he said, a slight edge of pride gleaming in his voice like a toddler that just learned how to use the potty.

"What I was going to tell you before my brain so rudely forgot, is that there's a new student coming tomorrow." Violet felt her brows furrow even further, her facial muscles hurting from how much she was using them with her upset expression. She clenched her fists together until the whites of her already pale knuckles were prominent on her skin.

"That's what you called me for?" Violet felt the stubs of her fingernails biting into her skin as best they could. She felt so much anger but she wasn't sure if it was entirely directed at Louis himself. Before the boy could interject or even speak another word, Violet slammed her thumb into the bright red end call button and slammed her phone on her desk. There were already several cracks and chips on the screen and sides of her cellphone, but she was too blinded by rage to care. She feels a lump swell in her throat and hot, rushing blood rise on her neck and around her collarbones. She knew she had been too harsh on Louis, and she would be lying if she said she didn't feel bad. But she needed to calm down before she talked to him again, fearing she might take her anger out on him once more. She took a deep, wavering breath that filled every inch of her lungs as they expanded, and slowly let it out, unclenching her fists all the while. Violet had forgotten about the essay altogether and pushed it in the back of her mind as she threw herself onto her bed sheets, her face swallowed by the cold touch of her white stained pillowcase. She rolled over onto her side to see her phone lighting up and vibrating on the desk ahead of her. She didn't bother to check; she already knew who it was trying to get ahold of her. She simply turned back to face the wall of the corner her bed was tucked in and let her eyelids droop, suddenly feeling heavier than ever. Slowly but surely, Violet drifted off to sleep.