The Malvada Household

Chapter 1

Another Day

              The sounds of talking students and the sight of lockers that lined up along the halls is always something I dread when I arrive at school. And as if that wasn't enough to annoy me, the students that were there would be. You have the boys that love to knock books out of peoples hands, shoving lower-classmen into lockers, screaming the words, "freak!" followed by faint laughter. Then you have the girls who enjoy walking down the halls, gossiping about other students, and bragging about the new car daddy bought them. You have many categories when it comes to High School. The popular category, also known as 'The Admired'. Normal people, the nerds, and then you have people like me, the 'freaks'. The Admired kids are at the top of the High School food chain. They're the ones that everyone adores, the people you wish to be. They're the ones with the expensive cars, foxy clothing, anything great you could imagine. Other than their pathetic attitudes, they sound great. They are absolutely perfect, the ones in control. Then you have their followers, The Normals. At least, that's what I like to call them. They're oblivious to everything around them, only believing in what they wish to hear. Pathetic. The Admired like to spread rumors, the perfect bait for The Normals, something for them all to gossip about. After The Normals you have the nerds, they are an important part of this food chain. They are meant to provide for the admired kids. Finishing their assignments, buying them things, anything you're thinking would most likely be accurate. And of course, the freaks. Now, that is the category that makes the food chain run smoothly and "correctly". We are what starts the gossip, the fresh news. We are the ones that are bullied and criticized for our looks, religion, and even size. Why you may ask? That's just the world. You see, the world is cruel, that'll never change. We are all in a world that will eat you up in one razor sharp bite. That is all we are here for. We are here to live and then die. And that's what High School is, hell. A place that is full of ungrateful scums that enjoy seeing people suffer. High School is a never ending food chain, that's all it is. Play your part, they say. That's what you have to remember.

I approached the school doors, already dreading the day. I could already hear the laughter of the other students, the slamming of lockers, and the loud, obnoxious ringing of the bell that signals class to begin. As I approached the doors, they opened. Mr. Brown stood there to greet me as he usually did, along with the other students that came in.

"Hello there, Liv! Lovely day, is it not?"

he asked in his usual, cheerful tone.

"Hey Mr. Brown, my morning is pretty alright,''

I responded with a slight smile. I always gave him a smile when we spoke, he was one of very few people who deserved my kindness. He smiled as I walked through the door, closing it after I entered. I walked down the hall, glancing around as I made my way to my locker. My first class was Geometry, a class I was never the best at. As I walked to my locker, I could hear a voice from the other end of the hall yelling my name.

"Liv, Liv, over here!"

Before I could grasp the latch, which opened my locker, I lifted my head to see who was calling my name.

"Liv, hey! Where have you been?"

I let out a sigh of relief, it was Stormy, my best friend since the second grade.

"Stormy, hey man," I responded, "What do you mean? I didn't think I had to arrive earlier than normal."

I was confused as to why she was so eager to see me sooner than usual. It was then she gave me a look, a strange look. The kind of look you give someone when you're excited about something, ready to spill the beans.

"God, everyone has been talking about it!"

She sounded so happy, that was always something lovely to hear.