Living

Chapter 2

The weekend had flown by fast. I had spent Sunday at my house and watching movies. Seemed like a good way to end the weekend. That and I wasn't really in the mood to drink as much because my parents had gone on a business trip. Now it was Monday. I had to go to school... Just great. I parked in the parking spot that I usually park in and turned off the car. After making sure my eyeliner hadn't smeared, I grabbed my bag and got out of the car.

The only thing that you need to know about my school, is that it is hell. This school is overridden with preps and jocks who love to make people, like me, wish we were never born. I was one of those people that don't fit in a category, so to speak.

I mentally cussed the person who thought that making kids go to school would help their life, as I walking into the front doors of hell. I walked straight to my locker and grabbed the books that I would need for today before walking to my first block.

I'm going to skip all of the boring classroom stuff. It's all the same really. I sat in the back while the popular people sat in the front gossiping. And now, it's lunch time. I quickly put my bag in my locker and went to the cafeteria. After grabbing a tray of 'food', I went and sat at the table in the corner of the room that was by the window.

I was quietly munching on a piece of pizza when all of a sudden, something cold was poured down my back. I stood up quickly and turned to the person behind me. It was the head cheerleader of this god forsaken school. "Oops, didn't see you there, Grey." I pulled my hair up in a bun. "Oh it's okay. I can understand why you can't see. All that makeup on your face blinds me too." Her eyes narrowed in anger. "What did you just say to me?" I smiled evilly and popped my knuckles. "Oh just that you're a fake ass Barbie that should close her legs once in a while." Her hand came zooming towards my face to slap me but I caught her wrist before it could hit me. "Wrong choice." I dropped her wrist, and while she was confused, my fist connected with her face.

She fell to the ground holding a hand on her cheek while she began to cry her eyes out. I turned around and smiled at the teachers that were running towards us. I held up my hands. "Yea yea. I know. Break it up. Take me to your leader."

"Ms. Grey, what were you thinking?" I looked at the principal and shrugged. "She purposely poured water down my back and started to smack talk me. So I dealt with the problem, knowing that you guys wouldn't take action. And before you say it, no you wouldn't have. I've been here long enough to know you guys won't do jack shit. And if you don't believe me about the water, check your cameras for once." I crosses my arms over my chest and leaned back in my seat. The principal sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Lyla. You have got to stop doing this. You can't just fight everyone that does something wrong to you." I smiled at Harry. "You should know me better than that, Uncle. I fight anything that gets in my way." Yes. The principal is my uncle. And yes, I've been in here many times due to fights.

"So, I already know the drill. Detention after school today and tomorrow morning." I got up to leave. "Actually, I have other plans for you punishment. You're going to show the new kids around." I stopped in my tracks and looked at my uncle in horror. "Hell no! I am not showing them around! Are you crazy?! I'm not going to deal with anymore jock lovers or prep lovers today! My ass is going home." My uncle smiled. "You will not use that language with me, young lady. And yes you are going to do this or I'm calling your parents." I shrugged, "Call them. They won't care and you know it." My uncle flinched at my words, "Lyla Grey. You will do this or I will call them and tell them I'm suggesting having you transferred to military school." My eyes grew wide and my jaw dropped open. "You wouldn't." He smiled evilly, "Oh I will."

I had given in to showing the new kids around. No matter how much I didn't want to. But I didn't want to go to military school either. So, here I am. Sitting in the office waiting for the new kids to get out of my uncle's office. When they had gotten here, I was at my locker getting my bag. I looked at the clock, they had been in there for 26 minutes.