"Never fall in love with a lie."
«APRIL'S POV»
CHAPTER TWELVELocker number six hundred sixty six.
I'd gone to the office earlier this morning and one of the faculty members had given me a unnecessary lecture about the rules of Harold High after handing me my schedule and locker number.
I detached the sticky note with my locker number from my schedule and read it only to see the numbers of the Devil.
666.
Fantastic, I thought sarcastically and turned the lock on my locker.
With a creak, the door opened and I scrunched my nose up when I saw dust crowded around the corners of the inside. The metal lockers were rusty and the paint was peeling off most of them except for a few random ones.
A couple of students stumbled inside the building as I stuffed four textbooks in my locker, making sure that the four I needed for first, second, third and fourth period was in my bag.
Saturday, after an annoyingly long process to sign up for this school, I took the bus back to The Marriott Hotel. I had already paid eight nights in the hotel, so I packed my bag and left.
After searching for three hours online, I found a motel not so far from here called Earl's Pearl and settled there. It was much cheaper than The Marriott, but I couldn't help stressing on the bus ride over there about what would happen once I finished all my funds.
I would be homeless, so would I have to go back to the orphanage? I am eighteen, they wouldn't take me even if I wanted to go back. Which I don't really, to be honest.
It's not that I hated the orphanage or anything, my life was just so bland over there. And I knew they would kick me out at one point with only a small sum of money. The orphanage may seem like heaven compared to the Sampson's residence but, it's not.
I heard shuffling from behind me and yelped in surprise at the hordes of people that had entered while I'd been lost in thought. Some people stared at me oddly, and others with shock, or sympathy and that's when I realized that they must've seen me at Valeria's party three nights ago.
I swallowed harshly at the thought and began to stride down the hall as confidently as I could. Some students were whispering about me here and there but I acted as if I didn't notice them. You may be calling me conceited for thinking that they were talking about me, but I wouldn't have thought that if I hadn't seen a girl point at me in surprise before her friend slapped her arm at her obviousness.
I found my way to my next class and smiled at the freshman a boy who opened a door for me. He returned the smile and I headed inside building B, leaving him to go to his class.
My eyebrow arched at the small amount of students in the halls, there was only maybe a handful rushing to put things in their locker before sprinting towards the hall to the left.
Wondering where all the students were, I cocked my head and held my binder closer to my chest in a sense of protection while slowly following two girls who talked their way through the school. They didn't seem to notice me, which I didn't mind.
We entered the left hall and they kept walking, me creepily listening in their conversation. They took an instinctive turn, causing me to stumble into the newest corridor. The girls ignored me and grinned at each other mischievously before heading towards a commotion. I had been oblivious to my surroundings when finding out where everybody was going was my number one priority. Wow, I'm very inattentive.
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