When he saw me enter the classroom he put his head down. I walked over and cleared my throat."Um...you're in my seat."
"Does it have your name on it?" He said sharply.
Taken aback, I stuttered. "Er...no."
"Well get the fuck away." He glared at me. What the fuck? He was all cute and shit last lesson, what changed? But I decidied to stop acting like a fool and glared back.
"No. This is my seat, so move the fuck away from it."
For a split second he seemed shocked by my reaction but quickly put on a blank face."Well its mine now, so what you gonna do about it?"
I smirked at him then lunged across the table. I punched him twice in the face and he kicked back. The entire class started crowding around chanting. "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" He grabbed my hair, punching me in the throat and I kneed him hard in the stomach. He punched me again and I could taste the familiar metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Determined for payback, I swung my right first as hard as I could into his nose. At that moment, two teachers seperated us and grabbed us out of the classroom,into the headteachers office.
We were both pushed into chairs, forced to sit down. The head teacher spoke. "You should be ashamed of yourselves. Eliza you are supposed to be a model pupil and hee you are attacking people! And you morgon, your first day and you already got into a fight. Now both go and get cleaned up and report to Mr smith after school for detention."
I stood up and as I left the room, out of the corner of my eye I saw blood coming from morgans nose. Good, he made me bleed so I made him bleed. I went to the girls toilets and cleaned my busted lip. It stung like hell. I hate that stupid Morgan kid, and I swear he has split personalities. How else can I explain how within the space of five minutes, he went from this shy cute kid, to some crazy aa phsyco. Yeh, I know it makes me a hypocrite for calling someone else that, but he is!
*time lapse to last lesson*
I looked at the clock. 2:50pm. Ten more minutes, I would be stuck in detention with that idiotic Morgan. I hate him so much, and I have only known him for a day. The teacher was droning on about the book we are reading called silas marner. I looked at the clock again. 2:55pm. For once, I wished the last minutes of school would just slow right down. I tapped my pen against the desk.
RRRIIINNNNNGGGGG
The bell went, signaling the end of school hours. I grabbed my bag and headed to mr smiths room. Morgan was already there, playing with the strings of his hoodie, he didn't notice me walk in and sit right at the back of the classroom, two rows behind him. Mr smith was at his desk, typing away at his computer. He spoke. "Right, Eliza philips and Morgan willis, you two are the only people with detention tonight, so I expect for you to both sit in silence for the next twenty minutes." He went back to typing at his computer.
I glared at morgan from behind. Not at all paying attention to the fact about how perfect his hair is. I leaned back in my chair, waitiing for the twenty minutes to be up. Finally after a lifetime, Mr Smith spoke." Okay twenty minutes up, now get out my classroom."
I grabbed my stuff and left the room in record time. Once I left school I decidied to run home. I opened my front door with my key and dropped my bag in the hall. In case your wondering, I live on my own. My dad died when I was a kid, and as soon I was fithteen, my mum decided to go live in Australia on her own. I didn't really affect me because I never actually liked her. But she didn't like me either so its all good.
After a stressful day, I needed to blow off some steam. I changed into jeans, a black hoodie and converse and waited till it was dark to leave the house. I walked into the centre of liverpool, the city I live in. Its not a nice place and everyone knows it. I passed lime street station, and spotted a potential victim. She seemed young, about twenty one, and was wearing a short blue cocktail dress. I started following her. I kept my hood down, so when she turned around, all she could see is a young short' innocent' girl. As soon as we got to a quiet street I approched her.
"Exscuse me, could you call a taxi for me, I'm lost." I said forcing tears to form in my eyes.
"Of course love, just let me get my phone out my bag." As soon as she opened her bag I attacked. I pushed her into the alley next to is and got the knife I always kept in my sleeve out. First I slit her stomach, holding her mouth to prevent her from making a sound. She thrashed srounf, desparetly trying to escape. I then pushed the knife into her chest multiple times until she stopped moving. I checked for signs of life, and there was none. I did a few cuts across her thighs to make it look like maybe a sexual attack, or to at least to make people think a man did it.
I left her body and started walking down another street to go home. As soon as I turned the corner I put my hood up. But I saw someone on the other side of the street with their hood up. I couldn't see their face proply, but I am sure I knew them somehow. I just hope they didn't recognise me.
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A/N so this is a little longer than last time, hope you enjoyed and please vote and comment because I don't know if anyone likes this story or if I should carry on writing it. <3
