The Extra COLOR

Chapter 1 | The Holy Witness

A sour mood with a scowling face, students immediately moved out of the way as the strawberry blonde, dressed worth at least three thousand dollars, saunter through the hallway as her another yet expensive heels click.

I knew it was too early to snap, but waking up and receiving a news that you are engage with someone magically, well who wouldn't? Who wouldn't their mood go under the table when the first thing that wakes you up is someone barging in your room giggling like a bunch of teenagers -- I shudder. That was so unprofessional!

My parents were known to be firm and strict individuals when it comes to the corporate business and I just woke up to them screaming like a bunch of idiots going psycho over One Direction.

I officially hate my parents.

When I arrived at my locker, my forehead automatically banged against the metal. A groan left my mouth. Get married after graduation? That was the news my parents gave me this morning; to actually get married.

What the actual potato? I still couldn't believe this. I know that many people despises me or I may not seem friendly enough. Okay, a lot more unfriendly. But I don't think I deserve this. I'm not exactly a robot to be deprived from my free will. I've got goals! Dreams and shîts like that!

And I would very much like to achieve this one goal of mine:

To travel the world. But it seems like my parents' answer for that is a ‘fûck you, that shît ain't happening. Go back to the kitchen’.

A bit overly dramatic and sexist but you get my point.

Opening my locker, I grab a few books and shoved them in my bag just as the bell rang. Students immediately scampered around and I left my locker. I turn to an empty corridor for my first class. Calculus.

I have heard that most people is disdainful towards numbers. But math is actually pretty easy for me, never encountered a problem with relating to the subject. And not exactly Einstein eithet but it's pretty decent.

The teacher on the other hand is kind of a pain in my buttcheeks. Mister Baker. He has this pedophil-ish aura surrounding him. I took noticed of this when he always gives me a particular look. I don't know what look he is giving me but it feels like I'm being undressed. I just try to avoid him as much as possible.

I reached for the knob of my first class when I felt something different. Down. Under. "Is it this day?" I whispered and instantly confirmed when my underwear felt like something wet slide under without my consent. Turning on my heels, I braced walk myself towards the bathroom. Turning on the hallway, a relief washed over me. The hallway was isolated. I continue to walk calmly towards the bathroom but I was still being vigilant. Of all the days to bleed. And of all the days to wear white jeans!

White.

My eyes widen in realization that I was wearing a white pants. When the sight of the girls' comfort room was in view, relief washed all over me once again. I walk briskly this time.

Finally. I thought. I was just turning to enter the wash room when suddenly, I heard a clicking noise. It almost sound like it was coming from a phone, suspicions were instantly confirmed when it was followed by a flashing light, causing me to freeze.

I just noticed a presence behind me. My whole body was stiff and my heart started hammering on my chest. A mere seconds pass by and I slowly turnt my back. And as soon as I saw a face, my eyes couldn't possibly get any wider and I let out an audible gulp.

No way. It couldn't be. No hecking way!
Of all the people to encounter with.

This is a flight-or-fight situation right here. But I was a bit too late. There, right in front of me- is a man wearing a surprise expression on his face just as I had on mine. Except he has a phone on his right hand. The camera is pointed directly at me.