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“hung my head as I lost the war when the sky turned black like a perfect storm”

Taylor Swift; Clean.

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I don't know things anymore. How can they all make jokes on me? This is kind of unfair. Three hours in English and History make me going insane and just another hour, I could be pleasured to get into the hospital. I packed my books as the bell rings. I walked to my locker and I saw Luke was standing against my locker. I walked unwillingly towards him and pushed him aside to get to my locker. I don't wanna talk to him. Naah. Not now.

"Elle..," he called but I ignored him and stuffed all of my books inside the locker. I closed the locker and he held my wrist-tossed me around.

"Hey.. Talk to me," he pleaded.

"Elizabeth.."

"Fuck what? Stop calling my full name, Luke."

"Are you mad because I don't wanna change my course?" He asked, tilted his head to the side, pouted.

"That doesn't work on me you little piece of shit," I said, rolled my eyes.

"Let's talk while we having our lunch shall we?" He said and I sighed. I nodded and he pulled me by the hand and headed to the cafeteria.

"Hello lovely birds," Carl greeted. I cringed and elbowed his ribs.

"Ow.." he cried in pain.

"We are not even in a relationship you prick," I said.

"Yet, Elly yet," he rephrased.

"Shut up Carl," Luke interrupted.

"Okay, okay will do," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"How are your hours in your new class?" I asked Chloe.

"Okay," she said, half-smiled.

"Same here," I sighed. I turned my head to Dana-who was sitting beside Carl; eating her sandwich.

"Where's Dane?" I asked.

"Where do you think he is now? Of course with those dumbasses," she said.

Dane is Dana's twin brother. "Those dumbasses" is what we called Ryan's clique-Ryan McClarens as their headshit followed by his filthy girlfriend, Natasha and others; Ian, Katherine, Dane and Tessie. My lunch didn't work well today. Everyone seemed unhappy about their new classes-including me. Not because Luke wasn't there in the same class with me but it feels strange. I don't know anyone in this class. Heard their names before but not their faces. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and scribbled something on a piece of paper.

A little later, someone stood in front of my desk and asked me something I couldn't hear. I looked up and see an average guy; five foots eleven with spiked hair-wearing glasses. He's talking to me?