Worth Dying For ( A Johnnie Guilbert Novel)

01: Welcome To Hell

"Watch it, dipshit."

I don't even bother looking up as the locker door comes in contact with the back of my head. I knew it was coming. I always know.

"Next time, I'll take you're head clean off." The senior snarled and left to join his blockhead buddies. I rub my scalp where a knot is definitely forming, and slam the door as hard as I can.

"Nah, don't bother. I'll do it myself." I laugh softly to myself.

Its not funny. It shouldn't be funny, but I can't help it. Life is just so utterly fucked up at this point, a concussion is at the bottom of my list of priorities. I stand and brush myself off and make my way to the cafeteria. I hate being late.

But, of course, I am. Late that is. I go through the line quickly, keeping my hair over my eyes, so I don't have to say anything to the lunch ladies. they really aren't that bad. But I'd rather avoid having to explain why I wear hoodies in August, and eat by myself. Heaven forbid the day when they actually start to care. Its just better this way, got it?

"Indie!"

I look up sharply as I walk between the aisles of crowded tables. Dammit. Not fast enough.

I trip over the outstretched foot of another student, spilling my carton of chocolate milk all over my hoodie and skinny jeans, the chains on my belt making a ridiculous racket as I hit the floor. I flip my hair out of my gray eyes, glaring at him like he was God himself. He feigns concern as he pretends to offer me a hand. I ignore it and grab my ruined lunch, piling it all on my overturned tray.

"Gotta be more careful, bitch. People might think you're a slut. You know, now that you're all wet."

He snorts and laughs cruelly with his friends as I toss my stuff in the garbage and stalk towards the restroom. Its surprisingly hard to get chocolate milk out of clothes. So I slip my hoodie off, catching a glimpse of last night's rant on my wrist, before attacking the stains on my jeans. Fortunately, I'd been wearing black.

Like always.

I slid on a Mayday Parade hoodie, and throw my ruined one in my locker. Lunch will have to die today, I think annoyed. I pull out my cellphone to check for texts, because I have "so many friends and am extremely popular as you can tell". JUST KIDDING. No messages. Better get some new friends.

Its only 1:00 in the afternoon, and I'm already craving my razor again.

Is going to be a fucking long day.

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