Secret Discoveries

Chapter 6

Scar's POV:

"I am tired of these incidents Scarlett," Mrs Upton sighed looking at me, playing with a black Parker pen in her fingers. I don't see why she didn't just start shouting already. Everybody knows I'm a lost case. She paused from her well-rehearsed speech for a moment, just looking at me, perhaps expecting me to say something. I didn't.

Tuesday, 09:30 a.m., school had started an hour ago, and I was slumped in a chair on the opposite side of the desk in the headmistress' office, for what seemed to be the millionth time. What happened this time? Well, put it this way: breaking the arm of a boy who tried to touch my behind wasn't the greatest idea in the world. I didn't mean to cause that much damage, but I don't let any guy touch me like that- and once one has started, I knwo the others will just flock in. So basically, that was me: the Ice Queen, as I was well known as.

"You are an exceptionally clever girl Scarlett, your grades prove this," she said frustratedly, holding up last term's exam results. She leaned over the desk as though to get a better look at me. She looked into my eyes "But your behaviour and attitude pull you down, and you know that. Do you not want to do well with other people? Are you determined to ruin your future? Because even with these grades Scarlett, with your violence issues, you could end up jobelss,as a juvenile, or even worse, and is that what you want for yourself?

"Is there a reason why you can't control your actions? Or is it that you can, but you enjoy inflicting pain on others?" I flinched, and averted my eyes from her gaze.

The way she said it, she made it sound as though I was some sort of masochist, which I assure you I am not. She made it sound as though I enjoy making people scream or something, which I do not; they don't scream, that. She made it look as if I want to share my pain with others.

As though she'd read my thoughts, she leaned back in her chair, and started again, again twirling that pen of hers around her fingers-

"Or maybe it could be that past events have emotionally scarred you, and that you are still unable to cope with the feelings they have brought?"

I switched my eyes back to her, a growl escaping my mouth. She had absolutely no right to mention that, that was hitting way below the belt. She had gone too far.

My fists curled up, and I had to fight down the urge to throw that damn pen of hers in that damn face of hers. Instead, I scraped my chair back loudly across the dark wooden floorboards and stood up, my eyes never leaving hers. It was obvious she knew I was angry. Furious. Disturbed, even.

She just sighed again. "Scarlett..." she said exasperatedly, but I had already turned to walk out of the room. Halfway there though, what she next said had me freezing in my tracks.

"Maybe...you should see someone about these behavioural issues?" she suggested.

I didn't even turn around to look at her, but escaped the lion's den, slamming the door shut behind me as I did.

A/N: Honestly, you should all grab your pitchforks, form an angry mob, and come screaming 'bloody murder' at my house in the middle of the night. I assure you, I will forgive you- I am sooooo sorry for taking so long!!!!!

Again, please, please, PLEASE VOMMENT- you seriously have no idea how wuvly that would be for me...pretty, pretty please?? I'm not ashamed to admit I'm extremely desperate. 

Yeah. I'm so sad :D