The Perfect Doll

Chapter 3: The Smart Doll

A/N: Hey there! I can't believe I took this long to upload another chapter and to thank you guys for waiting, I've added an extra page to it! I've been having a lot of trouble writing nowadays because I bought a new computer and it's hard to transfer all of my writings to the new one. Okay enough ranting, I'd like to dedicate this to my sister! She experienced many hardships because her 'best friend'... So I decided to add her 'best friend' into this chapter. See if you know who she is!

Enjoy!

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In an attempt to forget about that creepy message, I actually listened to Mrs Grumps for once and took down notes. “Now to wrap up class, who would like to describe what a knockout study is?” Her unusually contralto voice rang around the room, serving as a lullaby to many other kids that were falling asleep.

 My perfectly manicured hand shot up, to many of my still awake classmates’ surprise. Mrs Grumps was astonished as well and she signaled for me to continue. “In a knockout study, a gene associated with a given trait is turned off or removed and the change to the trait is observed. These studies help show what roles specific genes play in a given trait.” I finished with a smug look on my face.

 Now, most of my sleeping classmates were staring in awe at me with their puffy eyes and it kicked my ego up by a few notches. Silence blanketed the entire classroom and Mrs Grumps face got from astonished to… something like a shocked, scrunched up old lady.

 “What’re you all looking at? Thought I’m only some brainless bitch huh? Well, you’re wrong.” I sneered loudly, rendering all of them speechless and Mrs Grumps had to take that opportunity to ruin the fun moment I was having.

“Jezzykah, language!” She barked, and I rolled my eyes at her. As if on cue, the school bell rang and everybody poured out of the classroom like there was an apocalypse, afraid of what I could do to their status in school.

 Scoffing, I took my time to grab my few books and strutted out of the class, at the same time flashing Mrs Grumps a smirk. The whole text incident was locked up way back in my mind by that time and all I wanted to do was to relieve nature’s call and touch up on my make-up before the next class.

My feet carried me to the bathroom swiftly and I spotted one of my minions smacking on gum and twirling her hair while furiously tapping away on her glittering iPhone just outside of the restroom.

“Hey you,” I called out to her with authority lacing my tone, and her head frantically snapped up in fear, “hold these for me. Thanks.” Without retaliation, she nodded and held my books while I ambled into the ladies’. That was something I loved about my status in school – having everyone wrapped around my fingers.

As I was relieving myself, the stall’s door served as a form of entertainment to me. Seeing that almost every girl was ranting about my bitchiness, I grinned, amused at the foolish form of expressing their jealousy. With that, I flushed the toilet and proceeded to unlock the door.

The only problem that remained was the defiance of the stall’s vandalised door to open. It wouldn’t budge! Now, I was pretty sure that the bathroom stalls’ doors swung outwards but it wasn’t working… Then I saw why.

My gaze trailed down to the gap between the floor outside and the door. A shadow was casted directly on the floor, which meant that someone or something was blocking my exit. The events of last night came rushing back to me and my breathing was hitched. 

Panic ran full-force through my body and my fists wasted no time in pounding against the door. Normally, I would be devastated if I ever damaged my hands, but my sanity was thrown to the wind in that situation. The next thing I knew was a familiar unnerving shriek bubbling from my hoarse throat. The walls seemed to close in on me, and it was as if I couldn’t breathe any longer.