The Genius And The Bad Boy

CHAPTER 1

(A/N Hey! I'm exited about this one! Picture is Indigo! Enjoy!
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Indigo POV

The sun streamed through the elegant wooded window. Dispersing in warm rays waking the young Indigo to the sound of birds tweeting. Yeah right.

I pound my fist on the off button of my alarm clock. I roll out of my new bed, in my new room and trudge to the bathroom. I look into the mirror. I realesed my dark brown thick hair from the knot I called a bun last night.

My dull green eyes seemed emotionless as I turned my back to the mirror. I stripped and climbed in the shower and washed.

I got out and dried off with a pale blue towel. I walked to my suitcase and pulled out an outfit for the first day at my new school.

I picked a grey sweatshirt that said 'Parental Advisory, I'm too good for you.'. I also picked a pare of black ripped skinny jeans and my signature black combat boots. I apply no makeup so I just stumble down the stairs, ignoring George and serving myself a strawberry Crépe I made last night.

"Indigo, don't be such a bitch and fucking talk to your father!" George yelled from the head chair, throwing his folded news paper on the table.

"You are not my father. You have adopted me for the sole distinction if money. You have absolutely no right to speak to me of that authority when you have no ownership over me except a jumble of paperwork. I can ask to be taken away from you and this putrid home, parasite. " I stated calmy.

He looked outraged. He slammed his coffee mug on the table, shattering and dispersing stray pieces of glass everywhere. The warm liquid spread and dripped of the edges of the table.

He picked up a shard of the glass and swiflty swiped it on my hand.

I showed no fear, no emotion.

"Do you think physical threat or damage can harm my emotionless demeanour? I have no care of what you do. Good day." I stated rolling my eyes.

"DO NOT FUCKING SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE WHORE! WHAT RIGHT DO HAVE MAKING A FOOL O-"

I cut off the screaming by slamming the front door and beginning my walk to school.

I felt a warm liquid like substance on my hand. I lifted my hand and tilted it slightly. A deep gash was displayed on the side of my hand.

Hmm..looks like it needs at least 37 stitches. I ignored it letting the substance drip from my hand to the cement.

I'll fix it at school, not like I can feel it.

I arrived at school. Nearly Everyone's heads whipped to get a glimpse of the new kid.

I caught a few people's eye and they smiled at me. I turned back to face front and gave everyone an emotionless face.

I entered the doors and started my walk to the main office.

This architecture and structure, this building seems to be made in the 1970's. Meaning that if they followed the blueprints the main office should be..