A Glimpse of the Story

Say Sorry Bitch

WARNING THIS CHAPTER MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS (not really tho). just so you know. anyway enjoy.

i'm pretty sure her outfit isn't really relevant to the story but oh well :)

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I go to a very... special school. It's a private school, not just filled with white trash but also with talented white trash and any other ethnicity you could think of. There only a few private schools like ours in the world. This school helps shape future mob bosses, hackers, fighters, baiters, drug trafficking and sex trafficking workers.

You see to get into this school you had to be very talented or have a lot of money. This school was built for families who were high on the social ladder and wanted their kids to go to a protected school. This is where the celebrities, politicians, government officials, and much more hierarchy kids would go.

But then a mob boss thought this would be the perfect place for his son should go, and so did a lot of other people would did illegal things. Thus pushing out the corrupt politicians and other popular celebrity's children out.

So now we are a school filled with bad but talented people. We got teens from the Italian mob, underground fighters, corrupt politicians, hit-men, and much more. Although it's not just them, we also have classically trained musicians, singers, dancers and other talented people here.

We you first enter whether it be junior year or freshman you have to fill out what you want to do, what you can do, and what you want to improve on. If there are already enough people who are put in the category that you want to go in they either send you to another school just like this one or they will just say no.

Fortunately i was able to get in as a fighter. I played piano and i was a pretty decent hacker, so i filled up the last slot. The more you know how to do, the easier you will be able to get in. some people know 5-6 languages and can get in with the snap of their fingers while others have to be tested on their skill set.

And of course we were pretty cliche with the hierarchy so mob men were at the top. They usually hung out with the baiters because they were pretty or hot. But other than that we were not too cliche. The groups were not separated by what we did. Some groups had fighters, baiters and musicians while others had hackers and mob. It was pretty diverse actually.

I was pretty well known considering that i was one of the top in my class but i never really hung out with anyone except my O.G friends who have been with me since freshman year.

"Wolf did you finish the homework?" hunter asked as he approached me. My first name wasn't wolf, it was my last name.

I looked over my shoulder and made eye contact, "oh i'm doing fine this morning thanks. Yeah i slept great last night." i smiled sarcastically.

"Oh my bad, how was yesterday?how you feeling? Great? Oh nice. Anyway you got the the bio homework?"

Hunter was a hacker, he was amazing at what he did. But unfortunately he didn't do any of his damn homework which he constantly asked me for. It was a damn pain in the ass.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course i do. Why do you think your grades are decent? And don't tell me that it's because you study, because FYI you don't."

I pulled out the sheet of paper which held all the answers for our textbook homework last night. " great thanks, i'll return it after first." he snatched the paper out of my hand and sprinted to the library where he finished all his homework.

I shook my head at him as he slowly disappeared into the crowd of hormonal teenagers. I closed my locker, yes we have lockers. And trudged to my first class which was always cold as fuck. It was math class. Fuck my life honestly.