The Ghost Bird

Chapter Two: The hell hole they called school

I woke up from my night mare shaking and sweating.

I flinched as the red eyes in my dream appeared in my mind.

I got out of bed and grabbed my journal,ignoring the agony in my ribs and writing my dream inside along with my fears of school today.

The journal held my life story, I wrote questions like why my parents hated me, wondering about how other kids lived, the punishments I endured and rants about my parents.

If my family ever got a hold of it, I didn't know if I would survive, so I created a language with original letters, words, numbers and grammar with no correspondence to English, or any language what so ever.

I glanced at my self made and designed clock that I had mad from devices that had been thrown out, and saw that the bright pink LED displayed 5:30; I had slept in by an entire one and a half hours, as I was trained to not need much sleep; just 4 hours.

I took a shower and did all the chores, before grabbing a gel packet from my stash and doing training. By the time I was finished it was 6:45, so I rushed in, to get breakfast for the others and get changed.

Over breakfast mother informed Marie that no daughter of hers would bus to school, and that she was driving her.

I filled my home made, plain black backpack with books and school supplies, along with some gels for lunch.

As I walked out the door and to the car with mother and Marie, and stopped as she glared at me and shoved me away, sparking pain in my ribs, "I said no daughter of mine would take the bus; you'd better start walking slut" she smirked.

I walked to school clutching my ribs to prevent them from slipping, and as I got there, a deep foreboding feeling washed over me at the sight of the school.

I walked in, trying to make myself as small as possible as I started the search for reception.

The moment the swarm of students hit me I felt panicked.

There were people everywhere jostling my ribs to the point where I had to run down an empty corridor and collapse, clutching them while the panic of the crowds faded.

I had a deep seated fear of crowds and I didn't even know it.

As I used the wall to push my self up, I felt someone grab my rear and squeeze. I gasped and jumped away to look at my attacker, he was tall and lanky, with greasy hair, and an extremely overwhelming stench of menthol and cigarette smoke, especially to my trained sense of smell. 

"Playing hard to get babe" he smirked " I'm Greg, lets ditch this place and go to mine" ,

"N-no, I need to leave" I said as he pressed something hard at his hips into my side, I didn't know what it was, something in his pocket maybe? I was shaken out of my thoughts by a rasping voice.

"Or what," He sneered " Greg's shorty doesn't walk off without a kiss"

I heard urgent footsteps coming towards us, but ignored them as my space was in invaded, and I let my training kick in, grabbing his throat and punching him in the stomach, then I vaulted of the wall so I was parallel to the ground and flipped him using both feet midair.

"Bitch you'll regret this" he spat as he groaned on the ground, and I sprinted away until I rounded the corner and slid to the ground, allowing a singular tear to fall as my ribs exploded in pain, before putting on my emotionless mask, preventing anyone from seeing my weakness.

As I stood up, I felt a hand on my shoulder and immediately wrenched them forward and down, pressing my knee to their chest, before taking a look at them.

My jaw dropped, the man I was kneeling on was the epitome of perfection.

He had soft brown hair in smooth waves, perfectly chiselled lips, an angled jawbone and a youthful face, 19 maybe? He was tall, about '6'2' and a hard body. 

But his most remarkable feature was his eyes, they were a deep grey, that seemed to look at you and peer into the depths of your soul. 

He was wearing a suit and tie, and it was then that I realised, the compromising situation we were in.

I stood up and quickly apologised. "I'm so sorry I was just on edge I didn't mean to hurt you" I said, being sure to stay emotionless even under the demanding perfection of his eyes and my ribs.

"I am fine, I saw what happened in the corridor" So he made the foot steps!

"But if you don't mind my asking, are your ribs okay Miss...

"Sorenson" I supplied "Sang Sorenson, and my ribs are fine just a little bruised"

He looked sceptical and I knew he wasn't convinced

"I am Mr. Blackbourne, and the new school nurse happens to be personal friend of mine so it would be no issue for you to come and have a quick checkup before classes" He replied in a tone that demanded compliance 

"This way Miss Sorenson."

And I followed, trailing behind well trying to think of ways to get out of this.

*Mr Blackbournes POV*

I watched the students from the cameras in the office with Sean, it was our first day here and I already hated it.

Sean groaned as he saw students practically fucking in the hallways, and I didn't blame him.

"Owen look at this" He told me while flicking through the monitors and stopping at one. It was one we had placed in a usually deserted hallway, only used by the drug addicts.

It wasn't deserted now, and a close up showed a girl pressed up on a wall and a boy on her.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked him, not wanting to see another PDA session.

"No, look at her face" He said urgently

I looked at her and gasped; She was breath taking, but her expression was one of pain, terror and naivety.

I wasted no time in planning before flying out the door to save her, and as I ran closer I heard him I saw him force himself on to her, but before I could intervene, her face became blank.

What? Now I was really confused, that was until I saw her grabbing his neck and punching him hard in the stomach, but the move she pulled off next even I couldn't do. I was in shock; who was this girl?

As she ran I got a text from Sean telling me to investigate and I was already on my way.

When I got closer, I saw a tear trailing her beautiful features and had a strange urge to wipe it away and hold her. 

She moved her hands to clutch at her ribs her face showing agony, But the boy hadn't to my knowledge been able to hit her, so why was she hurt?

I watched silently, knowing Sean was too, as her face suddenly became completely blank and emotionless.

She was still clutching her side and the urge to help her grew stronger, so I decided to make my presence know to the beauty, and take her to Sean to help her ribs.

When I touched her shoulder, the world spun until I was on the ground, looking up, at vibrant, stunning green eyes.

She her hair was an array of colours and looked soft to the touch, even while clipped up. Her face was the most breathtaking sight I had ever seen, with plump pink lips in perfect arches, long lashes and smooth light skin, but what stood out the most, was even through her expressionless mask, that was better then mine, she still looked haunted; barely recognisable unless you knew what to look for.

I then realised she was studying me with the same scrutiny, and actually had her knee firmly pressing down my chest, even though her petite figure was incredibly small - about '5' ft, there was undeniably power in push.

This girl was an enigma, and I was caught in her web