Prologue

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I stared out the window of the damn principal's office. For the second time this week. The evil bastard then walked over, and sat across from me.

"You can't just resort to violence when someone insults you and your problem."

Oh yes. I can.

He continued, "The next time you do this, it will affect your grades."

So? I don't talk, and that still affects my grades. Yeah, that's my problem. I stopped talking when I was five. You can call me a mute all you want, and I won't get insulted. Start rumors, jokes and tell me and talk about how stupid I am... well let's just say you have a death wish.

"Kassandra! Look at me!" I glared at him instead.

That's not my name.

"Go! Get out! I hate how you treat me, you freakn'- Just go!" I walked out of his office. If he thinks his poor act could ruin my façade, he's wrong. Dead wrong.

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