Mr & Mrs Black

Bo.

Previously in Fighting Fire with Fire:

"Bye mom, bye sibling!" I closed the door before they could reply. I smiled and put my earphones in. My lips pressed together as I pulled the garden gate open and walked down the small little cul-de-sac that I lived in. I was on the way to hell, then again. I couldn't complain. Hell was where I belonged. 

The weather sometimes seems dull in England. Oh, wait. It's always dull in England. I smiled at my own sarcastic comment which really showed that I had no life.

"Violet. Stop laughing at your own jokes."

Bo

I smiled and turned around to see Bo, my best friend since I was 6. She was 5 and our moms became good friends. Her brother was the same age as me and he was good friends with Christopher. Bo doesn't look at me like some scary freak but she flashed a smile at me and we began to walk to the zebra crossing that was a few meters away from us.

Unfortunately for us, Bo and I lived next to an all boys Catholic academy. I hate them. All of them.

For some reason, a group of those little brats started staring so I gave them a look and frowned. My stare seemed to make them walk faster and Bo just laughed at me.

"What?" My eyes snapped to her and she laughed harder. I rolled my eyes and continued walking. My fingers trail up the wire of my earphones and press on the bar, my music volume increases.

"N-nothing! Just you really hate them don't you?" She sniggered and shook her head at me. Her permed ombré hair danced and I raised an eyebrow at her.

I scowled and kept walking. Bo and I continued to talk about school. She is in the last year of high school. Year 11. Considering she is still 15. She looked older than me sometimes. That reminded me of when I was asked if I was 15 at the cinema. 

••••A few weeks ago••••

Bo and I walk into the cinema and stand in line for 5 minutes. We argue about what movie to see but we finally agree on something. It was a 15 which wasn't a problem.

The guy that served us looked my age and I flash a smile before he asks me what I want to see.

"2 tickets for The last witch hunter please" I take out my purse and he just stared at me. Bo just stands there and looks at me like 'the hell is he doing'.

"Are you 15?" My eyes widen and I scowl. I blink a few times and it takes me a few seconds to actually respond.

"E-excuse me?" Maybe I didn't hear him properly. I lean in towards him and the frown stays on my face.

"Do you have proof you are above 15?" He shows a slight smirk. If he isn't careful. I'll smack it off his face.

"I don't normally carry my birth certificate around. Think about it, you think a 15-year old would be allowed to get a Medusa Piercing? Hmm? Maybe I should give you one with that pen in your hand. Huh?" He flinched at the harshness of my voice then slipped the two tickets under the glass screen. His eyes tried to avoid mine and I slip a ten-pound note under the screen and Bo just starts to walk silently.

She bursts out laughing. I tilt my head to the side as if to ask 'what. Is so funny'. I still had a frown on my brow as we walked into the screen room.

"Oh shut it, Bo." She continues to smile as we sit down.

I hated that movie...

As for the boy, I made sure my friends paid him a little visit. I doubt he will be so rude next time. Heh.

"Do you think I'll fail my exams?" Bo's question shocked me and I looked at her like she just asked me if frogs could speak.

"Um, what kind of question is that? I mean it depends on how much you know and if you can hold the information needed in your head." I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at the ground.

"I guess, but. What if I fail..." She gave me a pleading look and I sighed deeply.

"You'll do great. You've got months to go." I half smiled as we reached the school grounds. The academy.

The sixth form was the newest addition to the school. So far it had been open for 4 years. But we got all the trips and expeditions. Also, we got to push in front of the midgets that are in the queues. God, I hated them. They were all so happy and jumpy. Once I tripped one up on the stairs. It was so amusing to me, however, the others didn't find it so funny. But I didn't care.

There was a uniform. Black and white. Like the damn men in black. Black tie with the academy logo on, plus a black blazer, white shirt, and black skirt. But they ditched it. Thank the heavens.

The academy buildings were old. You could see the rust forming on the gates. The academy just didn't bother trying to fix it. They upgraded the toilets and painted some corridors but apart from that. It hasn't changed one bit. The dull yellow that blanketed the brick beneath was fading with age. The once fresh Tarmac path had gum and stains covered all over it.

I waved Bo off and every other student just timidly smiled at me. I don't even want to try smiling so I nod and make my way up the separate cobblestone path that leads to the Sixth Form. A straight face was glued to my face as I glared at some younger brats. Until one newbie gave me a disgusted look.

Oh really...

I laughed aloud and returned the look. My face shifted to a snarl and I turned around, my back faced them. When I heard the little brat say something along the lines of 'what a bitch'. I stopped and took a deep breath before turning around.

"What was that?" I raised an eyebrow and the rest of the surrounding people stopped and stared at our situation.

"I said you were a bitch." She smirked and I glared even more. My hands turning to fists. I slowly walked towards the girl, her smirk started to falter.

"I strongly suggest you learn who I am. You are a new kid, therefore I will give you a single warning. Don't fuck with me." My voice was a low whisper and I bent down to her level. She nodded quickly and I patted her head before turning my heels and walking into the sixth form.

Nicely handled

I stepped inside and inhaled deeply, I expressed out a soft smile and looked around. Taking in the moment.

Finally, I'm in the sixth form. Let's do this.

I don't know about America with the whole sophomore jazz but in Britain, we have sixth forms which are equivalent to colleges almost. I can try to mix in the American and British education.
7th Grade
8th Grade
9th Grade
10th Grade
11th Grade
SIXTH FORM
12th Grade
13th Grade.

I hope it helps.
Thanks, Charlie.