reputation

Chapter one: ...Ready for it?

Let's get one thing clear.

I'm not a good person.

I'm not claiming to be nor I am trying be.

I say that to almost all the people that I met.

I don't want them to expect me to do something good and then gets disappointed when I make the slightest bad decision or snap at people just because I had enough.

So yeah, I'm not a good person.

Take it how it is.

"You're gonna be fine" Mom lied as she pulled up the car in front of my school.

It's as if her statement could automatically make me feel better.

It didn't.

"Just put on a smile-"

"Jesus mom enough!" I rolled my eyes as I got out of the car.

I didn't want anyone to see that I'm mad.

I took a deep breath as I walked to the doors of the school building.

Everything seemed to be normal.

Nothing like the fucking cliché that you see in any TV's.

I hated my mom for transferring me to another school, I hated her.

It's as if begging was ever enough for my mom to allow me to stay in school.

I was there since I was in Kindergarten.

Sir Percival of Faith University.

The most popular Elite University in the country.

They offer almost everything a young person like me could ask for.

But three spoiled brat, unethical plastic bitches died and suddenly it's a Serial Killer Documentary from Netflix.

Everyone was afraid.

Everyone was suddenly homeschooled.

And I am here at some lame-ass public school.

Don't get me wrong...

There's nothing wrong with public schools.

It's just... My friends are back at Sir Percival and I hate making new friends because I'm an introvert.

So fuck my life.

"Good morning! Welcome to Bloodscale Highschool" a middle aged woman smiled at me.

She's got blonde hair but it's so messy it looks like she hasn't combed it for years, she wears this ridiculous huge round glasses that she looks like a female reject version of Harry Potter or like she's part of the band Alvin and The Chipmunks.

She wears a white cardigan that's weirdly long it almost reached her ankles.

"Who are you?" I stared at her completely confused.

"I'm Ms. Gomez, I'm one of the teachers here" She smiled.

I looked at her from head to toe but she kept on smiling.

"So are you gonna give me this fucking tour or no?" I frowned.

"Tour?" She looked at me confused.

"Around the school?"

"Oh, that's not my job" She chuckled like a toddler which made her even more creepy.

"Then why are you staring at me like a fucking pervert?" I glared at her which caught her off guard.