The story of my hell (Teen! Charles Lee Ray X Me ^-^)

Part 1 Pendejos :>>-

(Some details aren't true for obvious reasons :>)

I shot up in bed, my eyes wide.

Fuck my stupid head.

I have been having nightmares ever since I got sent to this Catholic school in my hometown, Hackensack.

Every single nightmare seems to have recurring people from this school in it.

Mostly Eddie and Charles.

God, how much I hate Charles...

There's something unsettling about him that nobody else seems to notice.

Maybe my head is just messing with me.

What do I know? I'm only 14.

BANG BANG

"Fuck!" I yelp, sitting upright in bed again.

The door opens.

"Primrose! Where did you learn that language?"

It was one of the ladies working there.

I quickly stop talking and shift in my bed.

"Well, I don't want to hear it again. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss."

"You need to learn to be more like Charles. He has been on good behaviour since arriving here."

Fucking Charles...

She asked a few more questions about how I slept tonight before leaving.

I don't sleep well anymore.

I sat down before lying on my stomach.

1 am.

2 am.

3 am.

3 am.

3 am.

Why is it always 3 am. that I feel the most uneasy?

I guess it doesn't matter because I always fall asleep a few minutes after that.

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

B.E.E.P B.E.E.P

My alarm clock went off, and I swung my legs over the side of the bed.

All of the girls who slept in my room seemed to be waking up as well.

I don't mind sharing a room with the girls because that means I don't have to sleep near Charles.

The lady from earlier walks in and hands us all clean clothes from the dryer.

"Thank you!" The girls say.

I put the clothes on and begin walking downstairs.

"Good morning, Primrose!" A boy said, standing in front of me on the stairs.

Charles.

"Good morning..." I mutter, walking past him.

He walks in front of me again.

"Did you sleep well?"

"No."

He thought for a moment before walking down the stairs again.

"Are you going to pick out a book for reading time today?" He asks.

"I wasn't planning on it."

He stops walking.

"You need to start getting included!"

"I don't want to be included in stupid activities."

The room falls silent for a moment before a little boy walks up to me.