After the unfortunate effect of spending some quality time with Jack, it was time for "school". I didn't understand it. Did he really think I would not just simply run away? What a moron. At this point the moment I got to the building away from people it would take no time for me to run out of the school and away from this new life that my father had decided to "bless" me with. Thinking about a plan of action in the back of my head, I make my way out of the room and with Jack's directions, I found the group of girls. It was a shock to see all the different people sitting out here. Most women talking with each other about book reports or what happened to them over the past few days. I passed a small girl that seemed to have a small bruise on the left side of her face that extended down past her chin. What the hell were these people doing to the girls here? Was this some kind of creep brothel? Perhaps I will get my answers when I find Catherine. As if on cue, I spotted her around the middle of the group as I make a quick bee line towards her. She sees me giving me a warm smile.
"I see you have that old thing. God I remember that. Kyle had way to much fun with that thing." Catherine says as she points to the death trap on my neck.
"And you never got it off?" I whisper.
"Hell no. There is no way to get it off without brute strength that I know you don't possess. Jack put it on you and he will use it to control you til you are tame. Hurts like a bitch doesn't it?"
"Yeah."
She let out a hefty laugh and beamed at me. "Well just wait until the real punishment begins. Then the shock collar is going to feel like a pinch compared to those."
"What punishment?!" I asked hoping in my mind that there was something that she could say to prevent my horror that raked over my face.
"Don't worry about it. I'll tell you later."
I decided it was in my best interest to just let this go for now as I knew there was nothing I was getting out of the female bloodsucker at the moment. Someone has shouted something about a bus was here as all the girls started to pile out of the front foyer towards the door. Catherine and I made our way to the door as a figure comes out from behind me and pushes me out of the way. Of course it had to be Tiffany as her and her group of barbies moved in front of me to get into the bus first. This girl. She is nothing like Rachel. This girl was on a totally different level. Sure Rachel talked a lot of shit, but this girl not only comes with some bread but the whole damn bakery when he wants to plow someone into the ground. Catherine shook her head as she patted my back before getting onto the bus.
The ride wasn't long and I was making sure to get a window seat to check where in the hell I was. Landmarks, anything to make sure I knew which direction was the house(assuming that's what it was) and the school. Alright, I started to myself, If I pass Tom's Hardware I know that I'm going into the wrong direction. I would hitchhike to get out of here if needed. Anything to get away from the torture that I knew would come to setting foot back into that place. Before I knew it I made it into the new school. Catherine had pulled me towards an office as I continued to look around. The place wasn't half bad. The lockers were all in one color, not like the old school where there were two; green and rust. The old school had so many pipes breaking at the same time it wasn't hard for the moisture to erode the metals. The hallways looked clean, which was new, considering the old schools hallways looked like they would implode on themselves. Catherine dragged my attention to a small door with the word "Office" on it, walking in with confidence as she talked to the lady at the front desk describing my "situation" of being a late starter to the school. The woman didn't have to be told a second time cause apparently this was discussed before I got here and was given my schedule. Looking down at the piece of paper it read my school's schedule:
1:Communications class
2:History
3: Gym
4: lunch
5: Calculus
Catherine decided it was in her best interest to look at my paper again before she pointed to me the direction of my locker and said she would catch me later. She waved a small goodbye before heading her own way to her class leaving me alone in the hallway. This was perfect! I could run out of the place now! I turned towards the front door contemplating on my timing. Maybe I could go now. It was light outside, Jack couldn't find me now, and Catherine was a nut for just leaving me alone. So it wouldn't be my fault for just walking right out of the door. I started making my way towards the door. I was gonna be free! Or so I thought as a teacher caught my attention heading down the hallway from a separate direction calling for me. She was a short plump little woman asking me where i thought I was going. I simply lied telling her I didn't know which way to go as she took the piece of paper out of my hand then gave it back, telling me the class was down the hall to the left. I gave a small thank you and looked at her. She simply stared back crossing her arms as I smiled grimly and made my way to the first class. Alright...so the first attempt was not as promising but that's why people make plan b.
Making it to a door, I look at the number on the paper and then back at the door reading the same "203". I sigh knowing for sure that at least the first class will work as a time user to think of my so called plan b. I knock on the door hearing a woman's voice telling me to enter as I open it slowly. Walking in, I could see that there were already most of the students sitting in their desks staring in my direction. I make my way to the adult standing at the front as I give her my schedule. The old lady took the paper from me as she then looks into my eyes. The look of her face made her seem ancient. Her skin was wrinkled all the way down to her chin as I saw a small mole sitting there at the tip looking like it was something that she forgot to pick of her face after she ate breakfast. Her glasses were the next thing I noticed because she bent her face down to look over them. I always said that there was no reason to get glasses if you are going to wear them like that. She gave a smile that snapped me back to reality.
"Well it is nice to have you here, Crim." She said in a hoarse tone that stung my ears.
"It's Cree." I replied trying to tell her my real name.
"Oh, I am sorry Crid. My hearing is a little off today. I am a little sick and for some reason it effects my hearing."
"It's Cree!" I chocked out a little louder as she tries to once again hear me speak.
"What is that dear?" She questioned leaning closer to me.
"It's Cree. Can't you hear her talkin' you old coot." A deep voice called from behind me.
