Reputation

Chapter 1

"Here we are again Ms. Williams," My principal said icily.

I kicked my feet up on her desk. "Glad to see you again Mrs. Mathews."

"I wish I could say the same about you, please take your feet off my desk," She snarled.

I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly did as I was told. "So have I set a new record? This is the seventh time I've been to your office in three days."

     "That's nothing to be proud of," she spat. Standing up, she walked towards me with her heels clip clopping on the ground. "I don't tolerate this sort of behavior in my school so I suggest you start to pick yourself back together or you can leave the campus and never return."

     I whistled. "Wow I haven't seen you this mad since I pulled the fire alarm everyday in the middle of finals so we didn't have to take them."

     "Get the hell out of my office!" She pointed out the door and bared her teeth at me as if she were some animal.

     "Language Mrs. Mathews!" I cried in mock offense.

     "GET OUT!" She screeched hysterically. I laughed at her and brushed my hair back with my middle finger flipping the bird.

     I walked out of the office still laughing at the principal's reaction. I watched as all of the puny freshman stared at me in fear or scuttled out of my path. Oh reputations can be so great at times like these.

     "You see that girl?" A small girl whispered in awe. "She's the one that beat up a teacher one day when he gave her a bad grade," The rumor was blown way out of proportion but I didn't mind. It made me more feared, more respected.

     "I heard she black mailed the entire football team into being her slaves for a year!" Another person said with a gasp. I shook my head, I don't know where that one came from.

     As I walked up to my locker I watched as two girls gossiped in front of it with no shame. "Oh my God! I can not believe that Chicken Legs tried to talk to Kyle. Like seriously, get in your-"

I interrupted her by slamming my hand against the lockers barely missing the girl's head. I inspected them up and down, they had the ugly blue eye shadow and bright red lipstick making their face similar to a clown's. I looked at their sorry excuses for clothes and scoffed. They might as well had been wearing two pieces of string.

     "Hey Cinderella Wannabe's, I suggest that you move instead of gossiping about some poor girl that you're most likely bullying," I growled.

     They smirked. "Why should..." Their faces paled when they realized who they were talking to. I raised an eyebrow at them in question. "O-Oh," they then ran away in fear.

     I rolled my eyes and opened my locker. Searching for a bit I found my lunch. I checked my watch, I still had ten minutes to kill and I was pretty sure I wasn't welcomed back into third period today after angering the teacher.

     I walked through the halls laughing at the looks of fear or admiration I was getting, oh sometimes it feels good to be bad.

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     I chewed on my sandwich quietly glaring at nothing in particular. The cold wind was nipping at my cheeks while I sat at my usual picnic table.

     I didn't really know why I don't sit in the lunch room like everyone else. It was mid winter in Seattle. My ripped skinny jeans and crop topped shirt with my denim jacket didn't really do that well in 38 degree weather.