Chapter Seven of Vulnerable
Everyone of us has this thing that makes us extra special.
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My alarm clock went off at 6. And I'm still awake. I did not get a sleep last night because of the endless cheering of the girls. =___=
I looked on the mirror and I looked so haggard! =___=
I shrugged it off and did my morning routines. I felt like a zombie. I want to sleep but I can't. I have my class today and I can't skip or I'll be dropped out. I don't want to attend summer classes in summer! My summer will turn out as Dash's Two Months in Hell.
I went downstairs and ate my meal. I was the only one in the house....or that's what I thought.
"Hey cat," Reid greeted me. Cat. Seriously?!
"Hey! Don't make fun of me. I didn't get sleep because of the girls!" I hollered.
"So did I. But that doesn't matter, anyway. Freya is beautiful," he said.
"Whatever pedo," I rolled my eyes on him. I watched him as he poured cereals on his hot milk on the bowl.
"Seriously rat, you're eating cereals with a hot milk? Do you even have a brain?" I spat.
"At least I have cereals in the morning, not like what you have," he said referring to the two bars of granola bar in front of me.
"At least I'm still eating," I chuckled. "Oh by the way, do you mind dropping me off at school?"
"I don't. Let's go?" --Reid
We went inside Reid's car. I rode shotgun and we rocked the way to the school.
"Thanks for the ride, kitty," I thanked him. He rolled his eyes on me. "Whatever expired lollipop," he said and sped off.
I walked to the hallway and settled in my French class. Five more minutes and the class is about to start.
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I got suspended for three days in my French and History subject. The teachers don't like me and I don't even have to like them and their subjects, either.
"So why are you suspended? Let's start off at your French class," Adrian asked. We were at the cafeteria eating our lunch. The girls seemed to avoid me or something. Like I care, anyway. But truth is, I care that's why I'm setting my mind in finding clues about their plan. I just...sense something...something... I probably won't like.
"I got a detention yesterday or last day -- I'm not really sure about the day -- because I spoke in Spanish. Today, I'm suspended for three days because I greeted her in Hangul and talked to her in Hangul. She can't blame me. I love Korean's language than French," I shrugged.
He chuckled. "I found it kind of funny."
"Hah. Whatever," I said.
"Secondly at History," he embarked again after the long pause.
"Sir Reagan was asking about what we tackled yesterday. I answered and summarized to him the Korean history," I stated.
"And why did you intend to do that?" he asked.
"Because I like to do that. Besides, I forgot what he taught to us yesterday. You can't blame me. History isn't my thing," I answered.
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Vulnerable
Teen FictionAll rights reserved. Copyright 2013. The badass jerk of the school is no other than a girl. Yes, you've read it right. A girl reigns in her school and is popularly known as Dash. She fears no one, follows no one and has her own rules. She's met so...
