Bloodshot

Chapter 1 - Nightmares

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Run. I turn the corner and kept
running. I see the shadow following me, so I run faster. It's closing in. I tripped, and fell straight on my ass. I knew it was behind me. I slowly turned around. I saw the creature before me. It hissed "You should've kept running." It jumped on me and I screamed.

I woke from my bed sweating and panting. Not again! I've had this dream every night since I moved to this stupid town. I slowly got up from bed and went to the bathroom. When I got out I dreadfully went downstairs. Mom was sitting down drinking coffee, while dad was cooking what smelled like bacon and eggs. I made myself coffee, adding a shit load of creamer and sweetener. I grab my cup and go sit down satisfied by the sweetness and warmth. My dad sets down my plate and sits in his seat. All three of us stay completely silent while eating.

Eventually my mother speaks up.
"Honey, are you ready for school today?" Mother stutters.
She knew how I would react to this kind of question.
"I dont know mom, I mean how would you feel starting a knew fucking school in the middle of the year, in a new town, where you know absolutely nobody!?!" I screamed at her, spitting out my last couple of words.
Both my parents should've have expected these words. They should've just stayed quiet.
"Don't speak to your mother that way." My dad says with doubt. He knows what him and mom did was wrong. They basically just just packed all our shit and said "hey Hunter we're leaving in two days! Go say bye to the only friends you've very known. We're leaving for a whole knew country and you'll hate it but we're forcing you to leave anyway." I mean come on!

"Don't tell me what to do!" I said feeling angry enough to flip a table. I get up and run to my room then slam the door. I take deep breaths and grab my shit that I need to shower with. I go and stay in the shower for a long time just trying to forget the dreadful day ahead of me. Yeah that's right what is today you may ask? My first fucking day of school. I'm starting halfway through the year at a new school in a country I haven't even lived in for two weeks.

I finally step out of the shower and go to my closet to find clothes. I pick out my favorite white skinny jeans with a simple red tank top. I slip on my clothes adding my favorite side cross necklace and red vans. I dry my hair. Uhg I hate my hair. It's just so boring and straight. I'm just so normal. I have mid length straight brown hair, with brown eyes, olive skin, I'm short, and have a decent ass. The only thing different about me I guess is my more than averagely huge tits. Boys used to always stare but I'd smack them right after.

I finish applying some eye shadow and mascara, then grab and put on my tight jean jacket. I grab my car keys and slam the door to the house. I pull out of the driveway and head to this stupid school I have to attend. I mean what kind of school is called Echer Academy? A fucking stupid one.

Did I mention soccer is my life? Well it is. I've played it since i was four years old and have loved it ever since. Well my old school back in Colorado just won championship. But then I had to abandon then to come her to fucking England. And get this! The new school I'm attending doesn't have a girl soccer team! Or as they'd say in England, football team. I mean seriously?! So my dad miraculously gets me on the boys soccer team. I already know this won't float well with the boys but who gives a fuck? If this is the only way I get to play the sport I live for then somethings will just have to be sacrificed.

I finally pull into this huge ass parking lot that has a Disney Land size building. I pull into a parking space. I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and get out I the car. I walk to the front of the building getting some ugly ass stares from cake faced whores who wore shorts shorter than 2 fucking inches. Call me old fashion but I think a girls shorts should be longer than her vagina. Am I right?

I step inside the front doors and am totally blown away. There are chandlers hanging, with real paintings on the walls. I make my way to the office and head inside the counselors office.

"Hello?" I called out to the elderly women sitting at a organized tiny desk.
"Hi dear, your Hunter aren't you?" She asks with a sweet thick British voice. I simply nod.
She hands me a paper that holds my schedule, lunch period, and contact information on it. I smile and thank her while leaving the office.

I look at my schedule and see "Drama class" listed. Are you fucking kidding me? I have to actually take this shit. Uhg! I walk to the class just as the bell rings. Fuck I'm already late. Just freaking perfect.

I see the classroom and stuff my papers in my bag and take a deep breath. This is gonna be a long ass day. I walked in the class. Every single person looks at me. And this is how my nightmare came true. Greaaaaat.