Ch. 3
Melissa's P.O.V.
I head home early, I have no point in going to school anyway. I head upstairs and lock my room door, just in case my mom comes home early. I take out my notepad and read what I have so far: The Jocks. Well they will be in for a surprise of their life tomorrow, just wait and see! I get into my jammies and climb into bed. I glance at the clock. It's only 3:15, but right now I don't give a flying fuck. I slowly drift off to sleep, the revenge still on my mind as I think about random things.
*The Next Day. . . *
I wake up and do my usual routine: out of bed, shower, put on clothes, and get some breakfast. I notice that my mom's not home yet again. Figures. I head into my car and drive to my hellhole.
Once I reach there, all attention shifts towards me like yesterday. I ignore them and continue my stroll down the path to school. I head to my locker and open it, only for it to be closed by a fake French tip manicured nail. I turn around and it is none other than Heather. We used to be very close, that is until she wanted to be one of the popular girls that flaunt around in the microscopic skirts even hookers would find too short.
"Can I help you?" I ask batting my eyelashes. She doesn't find it very nicely and gets her small hand and tries to slap me. Key word tries. I catch her hand in midair, then she gets her other hand points it at me.
"Listen here you little bitch, don't you dare go around acting all that just because you think your beautiful" she says trying to make herself sound intimidating. Well, she's far from it.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt your flash shows that you have been having lately with those so called skirts of yours." She twitches. I know I have stricken a nerve because her hand goes loose and slaps me across the face. I'm so used to it that it doesn't even show a mark on my face anymore. This catches her by surprise.
Just as she's about to hit me again, I punch her in her jaw, making her fall to the ground. Revenge is sweet, I think as I grab my books for the first class and head there before the bell rings. But, I know I'm going to get a mouthful, or should I say fistful of this later.
I walk into class, just as soon as the bell rings. I take a seat where there's no one there. Just as I'm walking, I see a pink 5 inch heel stick out. Dumb fucks, I think to myself as I hop over the heel and go to take my seat.
*After class. . .*
I leave the classroom, seconds before the bell even rings. Just as I am about 3 feet away from my locker, I feel someone tug on my hand and see none other than Olivia, one of the bitches.
"What the hell is your problem?!?!" She asks, I look at her as if she's demented.
"Getting revenge" I say, and yet again punch her in the jaw, knocking her out cold. I walk away, feeling satisfied. After a few seconds of my mighty punch, a group forms around her. Then, she is picked up by some random guy and taken outside. But, now my revenge is even more insatiable. I must wipe out all of these people that caused me pain and suffering!
I open my locker and take out my list, then cross out Heather and
Olivia. Now, lets see who's next on my list. . .
*3 stories!!!! OMG wow I feel accomplished right now. I might pot more tomorrow. This one is dedicated to bookluver711 :) thanks for the comment! I thought everyone hated this story.*
*Flirtynerdy619
