It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Prefect····

····The Prefect····

Molly C. Quinn as Winter Jenson

"Very good, Winter. Another perfect score. Keep going like this and you're on your way to Harvard or something, along with a great scholarship." Mr. Houndstooth said. He had very tan skin and dark hair with white teeth that sharpened like fangs. He really did look like a Rottweiler, though his name is Houndstooth. Nobody in Remington understood that. But he was the best AP science teacher I've ever met, but there wasn't many places I've been to. Not after Remington. A small town in a big valley in the middle of California surrounded my absolutely nothing. I doubt it's even on the map.

"Thank you, Mr. Houndstooth. I appreciate that." I said. Mr. Houndstooth smiled and stood up, his 6-foot figure looming over me.

"I'm sorry that I kept you after class. You should go." he said. I nodded and turned to leave, looking down at my test proudly. Another paper to go on my fridge along with ny other accomplishments.

I opened my locker and shoved my books in and sighed. I glanced to my right and stared at the small mirror on my locker. My bright orange red hair was extremely frizzy, even though I had straightened it this morning. My green eyes shone through my thigh glasses while freckles were sprinkled all over my face. Typical Ginger.

I sighed again, and picked up my backpack, turning to leave. This moment reminded me of a movie I saw. A normal girl--just like me--turning around from her locker--just like I did--but the only difference was that she had a friend waiting for her. Running towards her from who knows where. Yet I had no one. No one running to me with a smile reaching from ear to ear. No one asking me where I was going after school. No one... All I had were my studies and foster parents.

I was about to walk outside when a pile of books fell in front of me... along with a person.

"Oh mi god! It touched me! Like, seriously, why are you even here? Didn't you like attempt suicide?" Mallory Govern snapped. She was the queen of Remington. Everyone did what she said, even the teachers. To be frank, I was scared of her. Scared to be a victim of her bullying. So I just walked around the commotion and headed towards the front doors. That's a tip for you. In order to survive high school, never--do you hear me? NEVER interfere with school fights. Especially not with Mallory Govern.

I pushed open the doors and spotted my mom's bright red Prius parked in the lot. I smiled. I was adopted by my mom--Heather Jenson--and my dad--David Jenson--when I was only a couple of months old. Seems like something right out of a movie, you know? Parents that couldn't take care of their children and leaving them on the front steps of an orphanage with a note and something special to remember them by. For me, that special thing was my blazing red hair that stuck out from everybody else's.

I opened the door to mom's car and jumped in, putting my bag in my lap.

"Hey Sunshine, ready to go? For calligraphy class, that is. I hear you're top in your class. I'm proud of you." she said. I exhaled sharply and looked at her.

"Its nothing to be praised about, really." I said humbly. Mom chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"Nonsense. You're perfect."