I am the only guy in Hale School that has blood red hair, and I’m labeled “freak”. I actually don’t care, I do have an attitude that could get me killed, but I can handle myself. Anyways, my name is Kat, and I love photography, drawing, and singing. Anyways here’s my story.
Beep, beep, beep. I clicked the button to make the alarm go off, and got into a sitting position and looked around my room. I eventually got up and put my favorite black shirt on and my black skinny jeans. I fixed my hair and put my black eyeliner on and walked out to the bus.
I got on the bus and as usual I go to the main back of the bus and I sit down and listen to my music as loud as it would go. I turned my head to the side and looked out of the window, it was dark but I could still see. As the bus pulled to the school something caught my eye from outside, it glowed a brilliant blue and as I got off of the bus, it faded away.
People shove me out of their way and tell me that I’m just a waste of space. I’m tripped and I land on the hard, cold ground. I hear the laughter around me and I hear footsteps getting closer to me, I finally get up onto feet and turn around to get my bag. I get hit in the back, knocking the breath out of me; I put my items down and turn around to face the jerk that hit me. James Sinclair, Mr. Popular.
“Mr. Popular? More like Mr. Pimp” I think to myself as I see all of the girls around him, than I turn my attention to James, who is now looking really entertained with how easy it is to shove me. That’s where they don’t know me… the real me, I may look weak and an easy target but I’m actually dangerous. I know where all kill spots are, I know how to fight with anything.
He stares at me. “Awe, look at the little kitty kat” he said as he grabbed my hair. “So sad, such a pity, your mom was a harlot and your dad was a drunken man,” he said, I clenched my fist. “and your sister, well before they all died, me and her had something going on, she loved me for it, she would scream out when we were alone” as he said this I took him to the ground, he then looked rather scared. “You don’t talk about my family like that my family was perfect, and if you ever talk about Lyria like that I’ll make sure you won’t ever speak ever again.” I said as I took out my pocket knife. He laid there scared half to death and slowly shook his head, and I got up pleased.
