Forged From Fire

Chapter 2

"WAIT! WAIT PLEASE!" I scream at the bus as it starts up and drives away. I stop my full on sprint and rest my hands on my knees. My chest hurts like hell set a major fire in my lungs. I'm Inhaling and I'm still not getting air. This wouldn't be the first time that this shit has happened. In fact, this normally happens when my alarm can't wake me up, but why did it have to happen on the first day of school.

Stupid sleep, making me late.

Stupid damn bus drivers, not knowing when kids are late.

I plop my butt on the ground so that I can catch my breath and think out my plan on how I will get to school before the first bell. My solution: I won't. Unless I called Cam to pick me up, which I would be able to do if I actually had a phone. Typical first day of school, full of disappointment and mistakes.

I sigh, get up, and walked the fastest route to school that I remember. All the while, I think about the last book I read about illness, vampires and lost love reborn.

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I walk into my second-period classroom, pre-calculus. Just flipping fantastic. It didn't take much for me to find this classroom. After 3 years of sulking around hallways in between classes, I know this school like the back of my hand.

Everyone is staring at me, probably because I'm 30 minutes late to class or it's due to the fact that I'm drenched from head to toe. My hair is dripping wet and I'm pretty sure all my supplies are soaked too.

Thank you Seattle weather, for making my first day even worse than it already was.

I stand awkwardly in the doorway, contemplating whether or not I should run away from their curious stares or confidently walk through and not give a fuck. My decision was made for me when the teacher, Mr. S as he has written on the board, turns and said," Hello Miss Scarlett, I was wondering when you would be joining us. I would appreciate you not making tardiness as your habit this year. If you would please take a seat, so that I may continue teaching my class, that would be great."

Typical teacher, always saying would, should,may and could too many times. The dude should be happy that I even showed up, I freaking HATE math...

I looked up and gave him a small apologetic smile stuffing my growing anger into a lock box and throwing away the key until the end of the day when I can catapult all my anger and frustration onto a punching bag. I grabbed my new math book that Mr. S held out towards me before scurrying to the farthest empty seat away from the front of the classroom. The seat that I sit in is the second to last row next to a blonde staring at her fake ass nails and a brown haired boy engrossed in his new math book.

I sigh and put my head down.

This year is going to be fantastic.