The Art of being Bold

Chapter One: Just my life

You know, I've never really considered this scenario to happen to me.

But here I am. Sitting in the principal's office, on the 'waiting' chair that screams: you're not important here darling, principal has his priorities. I don't even care honestly, as long as I don't have to speak to anyone here, it's fine by me. I can even consider it a blessing.

There's the desk about three meters in front of me and principal is sitting on one side of it and then there's this another guy facing him, I guess he's the 'student' or as I like to call it 'patient'.

Now you may think I'm overreacting, but the thing you don't know is that this is not school. And I'm not here because I'm wearing too much makeup or too short skirt.

No. The sign by the entrance precisely names this building 'Institution for Troubled and Addicted Under aged Children of New York.' I wouldn't agree with the name, though. It's way too formal for this place. And it sounds almost like it's a nice place to stay for a while.

Ha ha. Good try government.

I'm currently wearing my black leggins and grey sweater with number thirteen on it. My long dark brown hair is tied up in a high loosen ponytail and I have no signs of makeup on my face. I haven't worn makeup for some time now actually.

I don't bother sitting in the chair kindly, I'm more like lying in it.

The only thing I brought to this place is a few clothes, mostly black, and a sketchbook. I would bring a lot more but they didn't let me. I don't know how long my stay here will last, but all my prayers are united for as short as possible.

Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this? God, I was always a nice girl. Shy with new people, charming and sweet, all A student but not the typical nerd, more like a very clever kid.

"Whatever!" The boy sitting in the chair in front of me says in a cool voice, waking me up from my thoughts. I can't see his face because his back is facing me, but from the view I have, he seems pretty hot actually. Not that I care, but still.

The principal sighs putting his glasses down on the desk, next to some papers.

"How many times do I have to repeat this?! Any physical or sexual contact, ESPECIALLY abuse, is highly inappropriate and banned in this institution!" The principal yells leaning over desk.

The guy just chuckles and says trough smirking voice "Oh believe me, it was far from abuse. The slut enjoyed it."

Ew. Alright that's just too much now. I make a disgusted face, clearly horrified by the fact that someone can actually be that pathetic to sleep with a girl IN THIS PLACE. It's just too gross.

"I don't care!" Principal makes the same disgusted face as me. "Look, If you just kissed her I would understand somehow. But come on! You need to stop this, Jordan! I have better things to do then to have this conversation with you every day."

The guy starts saying something, but hysterical screaming girl who just ran into the office interrupts him.

"HE DIDN'T EVEN KISS ME FOR GOD'S SAKE!" she cries out, almost shaking in anger. I can see her shoulders slightly moving under the long blond hair as she's probably crying or just furious.

Principal just shoves his head in palms slightly shaking it. Haha. This is fucking hilarious.

"Well duh." The guy says to crying girl.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" She screams. Okay this is becoming pathetic now.

"Well first of all, I don't kiss my bimbos, and second, you're a dirty little whore." He says in a duh tone, like it's the most obvious thing in the World. He turns his head towards her, letting me see the half of his face. He smirks evilly at her "I hope that answers your question. sweetheart"