Hai guys. This is my first watt pad stort, so sorry if it's noobish and sucky. I'm open to constructive criticism so please, feel free. :)
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April looked up at her school and shook her head. It was one of the creepiest places ever. Named "George Washington Regional School" it was placed in the middle of an innocent looking small town with seemingly innocent neighbors. Her school was of the laziest schools around, with hillbillies and druggies, sluts, and a slight peppering of people with actual common sense. She hated this place, and mostly kept to herself. She thought this place was shitty, vile, and a trap. And she was stuck in it.
As she walked in this place and thought of its stupidity. Half the teachers didn't even know how to spell basic words, and sometimes April considered the thought that some of the teachers that taught the sixth grade didn't even go to college. "Why the hell am I stuck here?" She thought. She felt like she could murder half the people in this place and not even feel an ounce of guilt. Ok, well, she didn't think that all the time, but April did think that a lot more than was healthy. But April didn't regret it. Not one bit.
April spotted some girls with punk style hair and dark eyeliner. Finally, some friends. The few people in this cell who weren't complete imbeciles. She trudged over to them, since April could never stand being upbeat in the mornings. The group of four stood there and stared at eachother. They were all thinking, far away in their own brains waiting out the seconds untill the bell would ring. This morning, April observed her friends' faces. The girl across from her was considerably shorter than April's tall stature, at a height around 5'4". Her name was interesting to April. Isabella. It was a perfectly normal name to everyone else, she thought it seemed off. April always imagined an Isabella being round faced, amiable, brown eyed, and tall. Instead she was looking at black hair, green eyes, olive skin, and a very short temper. Not that April could blame her. She had a hell of an anger problem too. April moved on to the face on her right. Mina didn't fit the whole rocker/goth profile. Mina was almost as tall as April, and with her caramel brown hair, brown, eyes, and an outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, she stood out as the only chick in their click that actually wore girly colors. This ensemble though, was also accompanied by rage issues. Her friend on the left, however, was calmer. Lena, with her roundish face and her (currently) ginger hair actually didn't have a desire to scream at someone every 30 seconds. And everytime April, Isabella, or Mina was screaming at an innocent victim, Lena would go right ahead and scold them. Half or the message was sent from her hazel eyes. It was frightening. Even though she was short. It was very frightening. The bell screamed in their ears to get to class. They broke their circle of silence and went their seperate ways.
April arrived at class and moaned. This was surely a torture hall. She knew it. She was stuck in math class with come of the douchiest kids in her grade. She gritted her teeth and sat down next to the bitch of all bitches, Karen Jones. April had tried nuerous times to tune out her endless gossip and try to feign paying attention the class at the same time. The trouble was, she didn't always sucseed. This was one of those days. Karen's goosip was droning through her head and she couldn't get it out. Every detail was being grated against her head. April's hands started shaking. Her vision turned slightly out of focus, and a will started to squeeze out into her conciousness. The will to maim. A voice started chanting in her head. "Blood. Blood. Blood." April, with movements like a zombie, reached for her pencil, and the next moment, Karen was bleeding a scarily considerable amount.
April's vision came back into focus. She felt like she has just blanked out for five minutes. Everyone was was shouting at her. Obviously, she missed something. She looked over to Karen. April gapsed. Karen was covered in blood from her neck. How had that happened? She had always hated that girl but all she wanted was for her to go away. Someone stabbed her. Who would randomly do that? The shouting got louder.
"April! Look at me!"
"What?" I found myself looking at my teacher's face.
"Why would you do something like that? That is utterly unacceptable. You are going to to group counciling with Karen after two weeks of suspension. I am very dissapointed with you, and the Principal will be too."
"You're saying I did that?" I was confused.
"You obviously chose that course of action April. Don't try to make excuses. Everyone saw you. Get out of this building and don't come back for two weeks."
I walked out the door, very flustered. I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and walked out the building.
I stabbed someone and didn't know it? Not even aware in the slightest? Well fuck. Maybe I could use some shitty counseling.
