Tortured

Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Who Is The Social Leper
(Tristan's Point Of View)

I walked slowly to my Algebra class because I was too focused on the girl at the lockers. She had rushed off without saying a word. Sure, I may look scary because I'm about 6feet tall with dark black hair and deathly pale skin. But, I never thought that I could scare someone when I was trying to be nice.

I arrived at my math class and opened the creaky door. I hate those doors. They always make me cringe.

The teacher is an overly happy psycho that teaches math... I this class already. She makes the whole class do these stupid introductions. The whole class, except one girl.

She sits towards the back with no one around her. The closest anyone got was one chair away. I decided to sit in that one chair so I could see why everyone ignored her. There has to be a good story behind it and I'm always one for a good story.

I walk to the back while the teacher looks for a textbook. I sit down and turn to her. She looks familiar from what I can see of her profile.

"You're the girl from the lockers earlier. Aren't you?" I say causing her to look up at me with wide eyes. "Why didn't Mrs Happy make you do introductions? The rest of us had to suffer. Why not you?"

She shrugs her shoulders and I get the memo that she doesn't want to talk. I turn back to face the front. Mrs Happy is still looking for my textbook so I turn to the nerdy guy next to me.

"What's that girl's name?" I say once I get his attention.

"The girl you're sitting by?" I nod and he stares at me in shock for some reason. "She's not someone you want to associate with if you want to survive here."

"Why?" I can't believe that this guy would say that and what's the big deal with surviving here? It's not that bad here. At least, it isn't so far.

"If you don't know her name right off the bat, Google it. She's Victoria Cross." The teacher starts talking a moment later so our conversation gets cut off.

Victoria Cross. I know that name I'm just not sure why.

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I stared at Victoria throughout the day in our seven classes, but I never tried talking to her again. I was waiting for my sister to come out so I could ask her. She never forgets names.

"I know but I'll see you later. Our parents want us home. Bye!" Jasmine waves to a group of girls as she walks my way.

"Jas." I greet her using the nickname that she despises.

"What do you want, Tan?" I give her a questioning look. "We are twins. I think I know when you have something on your mind. What is it?"

"Who's Victoria Cross?" I ask the question I've been dying to spill since first hour.

"Why?" I shoot her a look that says answer and then ask. "Fine. Victoria Cross. Uh... Oh, right! Do you know Mom's best friend Lucy?" I nod. "She had a son named Jake and... You remember him right?"

"Didn't he hang himself? Bullied, as well?" My memory recalls the forever tragic story. Losing a child is tragic already, but having a child suffer and not know is even worse.

"Yeah. Well... Jake was bullied pretty badly. One day he kind of... Geez! I don't want to say it!"

"Jas, I already know. Mom told me. Who is Victoria?" I was starting to get frustrated.

"Sweatshirt." She blurts. I look at her questioningly. "She tossed him her sweatshirt. She was that girl. He mentioned her in the note."

She was that girl.
Why does everyone avoid her? Why should I stay away from the one nice person in this school full of douchę bags?
Why would our parents send us to the place that killed Jake?
And, most importantly, who exactly is Victoria Cross.

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This was probably not my best chapter but... Whatever.

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-TotalNerd23
Originally published on: August 17, 2015