The Perks Of Being A Troublemaker

Prologue

This is my third novel and I intend on finishing it. If you're confuse or have any questions, you could comment on these chapter. I'm not really good with words so I'm just going to write lyrics instead. This song is Something Big by Shawn Mendes.

Something big is happening
Something big I feel it happening
Out of my control
Pushing, pulling, and its grabbing me
Feel it in my bones

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I never thought to start the day- no, almost the end of the day like this.

If I recall the last few hours before the tragedy happened, I'm pretty sure I felt my heart goes thumpeythump. Everytime I felt that, it's a sign something good or bad is happening. In this case, it was a bad thing.

Because here I am, sitting on the squeaky wooden chair, staring at the picture with engraved golden frame of a laughing old man with a young boy sitting on his lap with an ice cream tightly grip in his right hand and sticking his tongue out. The boy look goofy and full of mischief. But the expression that I get from his grown-up face now is a mix of anger, tiredness and a hint of mischief which is a real terror for a young and innocent girl like me.

His Hitler moustache is literally twitching from amusement mix with anger. Even his eyebrow is furrowed and his eyes squinting like he was trying to focus on something so far when I am sitting on the chair in front of his mahagony desk. Now, he started rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He only does that when he is trying to decide what to do to the little devils who went to his office. Today, the devil was me.

I tried to look anywhere but him and the guy that is sitting next to me, who can't shut his big mouth. But I can't help but stole a few glances at him in hope that he would feel intimidated under my stares. It actually works out because he was fidgeting in his seat.

I could only make out half his face since he was sitting on my left. His chiseled jaw which the girls go crazy about clenched slightly. Sometimes, I could hear his breathing and constantly low sighing from his perfect straight nose since we've been in the office. His deep blue iris can't stop moving nervously. I could even see a trickle of sweat dripping from his sideburn. He started tousling his own hair, making his mop of light brown hair messy with light curls. He noticed me looking then started tapping his foot lightly on the deep brown carpet.

I am the one who should be fidgeting, twitching, foot tapping or whatever nervous people do this day. I am the one who is going to be in trouble, damnit.

I rolled my eyes. Then I started crossing my legs and swing them lightly. I could feel their eyes on me.

"What?"

Nice move, Grace. Be rude to elders and you sure do get a fast ticket to 'Isle Of Detention' for your whole highschool life.

Mr. Holden or the vice principal put his chin on top of his linked hands and looked at me disapprovingly.

"You're in a big trouble, Miss Hudson."