The Lost Blood: Into the Muggleworld || Draco Malfoy

Chapter 2: Dreadful Day

As soon as Amara finished her breakfast, she raced upstairs towards her room, expecting Malfoy to still be there. Much to her disappointment, there was no sign of the pale boy whining in her room. She noticed that her window was open, confirming that Draco Malfoy has indeed left her house.

With a sigh, she prepared for another dreadful day in her muggle school. She did not like her school at all. There were a bunch of caked face girls that would bully her in that school due to the fact that Amara does not kiss their arses and bow down everytime they walk through the halls. Still, Amara admits that she does have fun dragging them down with her sarcastic comebacks and wit.

Amara bid her mom goodbye, and made her way down to hell- i mean, school.

"I expect that you all did your homeworks?" Her English teacher, Ms.Perell, spoke with her high pitched, stern voice. Her deep green eyes were covered with glasses that had maroon frames, which matched her attire for the day. She was one of the most dreadful teacher that Amara's ever met throughout the 15 years of her existence.

"Reminds me of Umbridge."Amara heard someone snort behind her. She quickly turned around to see nothing but the caked-faced girl, Valentine, raising her brows. Amara quickly looked back towards the teacher with furrowed brows. 'Odd' she thought . She was sure that she had heard a more masculine voice instead of an annoying high pitched one.

She shook her head and emptied her thoughts, trying to focus on whatever the teacher was lecturing about. She rested her head upon her hand, almost falling asleep as Ms.Perell blabbered about a poem whom Robert Frost had written. Gosh, Amara never taught she could hate poems. She loves them with all her soul, but Ms.Perell made it seem boring. What a talent Ms. Perell has.

"Now, now, do not sleep little miss sassy pants," Amara's eyes snapped wide open as she heard another whisper. She frantically looked around, causing the students to look at her as if she was crazy. She blushed momentarily, and then turned back into her cold facade, making everyone look away from her.

"Ooo, I see. You're the one who must not be messed with," another whisper came in contact with her ear. She furrowed her brows, and waited for another whisper, trying to see if those were just hallucinations; but during the rest of the class, she heard nothing. She then confirmed that she had gone insane.

Running towards the bathroom as soon as the first bell ringed, Amara let a string of curse words leave her mouth. Was she really going insane? For goodness sake, what was happening? She splashed her face with water when she arrived in the bathroom. 'Maybe it's just because I'm tired' she thought. "Yeah, that's right," she murmured to herself, wiping the water on her face with her patterned handkerchief.

" Talking to yourself mow, are we?" An annoying, feminine voice rang through Amara's ear. "How pathetic."

Amara turned her heels to come face to face with Valentine and her annoying crew; Portia and Courtney. They're exactly like their main bitch, except a lot more stupid, which Amara never knew was possible since Valentine had a lower iq than a mouse.

"What do you want?" Amara folded her arms, raising a brow. Her back was against the sink, and one of her legs crossed the other.

"Oh nothing," Valentine fakely smiled." Just wanted a little fun."

" Why?" Amara taunted." Your dildo isn't working? Not entertaining you enough?"

Valentine's caked faced turned red, her blue eyes burning with anger." You take that back, right now," she calmly said through gritted teeth. Valentine had always acted prim and proper, which is why everybody bows down to her; so when Valentine's angry, she tries to get a grip on herself, in efforts of trying to keep her classy reputation. That's when Amara has her fun.

Amara smirked." I'm sorry, I do not take things back."

Before Portia and Courtney could even warn their highness, Valentine charged at Amara.

" You little bitch!" She growled, almost gripping Amara's hair, if she hadn't dodged.

"Unless you want to get your face to get punched, I suggest you stop," Amara said through gritted teeth." But then again, the makeup on your face is probably too thick for my fist to even touch your skin."

"At least I look better than you'll ever be!" Valentine let out a bitter laugh as she finally managed to grab Amara's hair.

Amara let out a shriek, but then recovered and punched Valentine in the stomach lightly. It was not enough to leave a bruise on Valentine's skinny body, but enough for Amara to escape her hold.

She grabbed something from her long,black boots, and focused on a thought. Valentine suddenly stood frozen along with her crew. Amara grabbed a permanent marker from her back pocket, which she forgot to return to her locker, and started to draw on Valentine's eyebrows, cheeks, and forehead. She left the other two girls alone. Amara then again focused on one thought before unfreezing them.

Amara hurriedly walked outside of the bathroom before she heard the narcissistic bullies scream. She chuckled at their reactions as she headed to her next class.

The rest of the day was just filled with absolute boring classes and narcissistic bitches that Amara could not wait to get rid off. And as soon as the last bell ringed, she sighed in content. She packed her bags quickly, and headed home.

"Why do you always say that?!" Amara heard her mother yell inside the house. She just arrived in front of their house, not opening the door yet.

"Because I know you did it!" Her dad yelled back. Amara heard something crash inside, and gasped. She closed her eyes, attempting to push back the tears welling in her eyes. She wiped a few tears that managed to escape and walked away from the house. She trudged through the thick snow, making her way to the place that calms her most; the abandoned playground.

Amara knows she's selfish for escaping her home because of her parents' problems. She knows she should've just came in and intruded the fight. She should've tried to stop them. But this had happened so many times now. Ever since her sister has gone this year, they would fight more often. Amara had no one to share her pain with. She would always cry with her sister, and eventually laugh through the tears with her, but she was away. She's not gonna be here for her today.

Amara did not even notice the tears that rolled down her face. She hurriedly wiped them away, and sat on one of the swings. She closed her eyes once more, attempting to calm herself; but it seems that the more she tries to be calm, the more sobs escape her lips.

Then she heard someone loudly clearing their throat." I suppose you don't mind company?"