The Hidden

Greyhound pride? No, Greyhound hell.

Reese

I don't want to be here. I want to be anywhere other than this hell hole.

"Good morning everyone! Please take your seat's. Welcome back and I hope you had a good Winter break," Mr. Miles smiles at the front of his desk.

I hate him. Always so cheerful and optimistic. What the hell is so happy about coming back to the fiery pits of hell after being free for a few weeks? Nothing. Nothing is happy about that. It's like a slap in the face, like the adults around here are taunting us and showing how much power they have over us. Fucking bastards.

I take my usual seat, the back of the class, and glance at all my stupid prison mates. Alison Walters, of course, is at the front of the class smiling back and asking about our teacher's break. Ass-kisser. Looking at the other side of class, I notice the nerds already taking notes. What the hell is there to take notes on? He just said hello! I roll my eyes over to Nathan. The school's prime jack-ass, head quarterback, and just about the most idiotic student to step foot on campus, is posted up on the side by the door with all of his teammates, most likely talking about how bad Caroline was in bed last night. Ah, Caroline Saunders, school's most fake, cake-faced bitch that Seattle has ever seen. She isn't even in this class, yet somehow she is the topic of every conversation. And not in a good way if you know what I mean.

I decide to stop going on my judgmental rant this morning because everyone else in this prison is irrelevant to me. In fact, even those guys are irrelevant to me. I don't need all there bullshit in my life, thank you very much. I sigh as I focus my attention back to my teacher.

"...and so it is my pleasure to announce that we will be having a new student this semester. Now I know that because we are an elite school we almost never have new students enter other than freshman, and we especially never have transfers in the middle of the year because it's simply too difficult for them to catch up. However, we have accepted this girl because she will bring a lot of success to the school and-"

"By the word 'success' do you mean her parents offered a shit load of money? Cause you know we all do that." Nathan blurts out.

"One, do not swear in my classroom Mr. Anderson. And two, we cannot allow that information to students. Just because I am also the Vice Principal doesn't mean we are 'cool' and are allowed to be friends, okay? Thank you and you may take your seat, along with your friends," Miles' voice is stern, but he finishes with a smile. Not the good kind. More like the kind that makes you think he is plotting your death. "Anyway, she will be joining this class. So when she does I want all of you to be nice, show her around campus, stuff like that alright?"

The class replies in murmurs and nods. I don't respond though. I make no plans on welcoming the school's new shiny toy. I'm sure she will have plenty of people lining up to deal with her bullshit. I however, will not be joining the line. I just want to get out of this place.

"We will need one person in particular to show her around our rather large campus, her locker, and just used to being a part of our campus community. We are looking for someone to take her to our school events and get her used to our Gradson Hills Greyhound pride! Therefore, I am happy to have our very own Mr.Gradson to help out our new student!"

My head snaps up, and I stare at Miles in astonishment.

"No,no,no. I'm not doing it," I lean back in my chair and glare at him.

"Oh Reese, you don't have a choice," he smiles at me. I hate his smile! It's already enough that his face annoys me, but his constant smile makes me want to punch his face into a brick.

I hate this school. I hate everyone in it. And now, I hate her.