SOS (Sisters of Sins)

Stabbed With A Fork

Woodville High, Woodville Road, Woodville, 9:24, Tuesday
Freya's POV:

Blah, blah, blah. Who cares. New principal, blah, blah. New rules, blah, blah, blah. New punishments, blah, blah, blah, blah. Shut up already. Assemblies are terrible. All you do is sit and listen to absolute shit.

Why can't we just have a school news or something? It's not like anyone would care but still, it's better than this. I scroll through the pointless photos on Instagram. Nice cleavage Jessica; come on, even I'm not that desperate. My phone vibrates and I click onto the message, it's an unknown number.

0422 612 966- Hey, baby, long time no see. I'll see you soon, though, I told you I'd be back ~ CJ

My heart skips a beat. I furrow my eyebrows. Is he just going to walk back in my life? Am I going to let him? Probably, yeah, I mean... I'll never hate him, that's for sure. I should have forgotten about him; moved on. Yet I can't, I don't want to.

I didn't even notice that the bell had rung until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to Elijah, his mouth forming a kind smile. He had cute little dimples on his cheeks and they made him seem sweet.

"The bell rang, Kamili." he says, his accent showing. He offers a hand, I take it and he easily pulls me up. I furrow my eyebrows.

"What?" I ask looking up at him. Very, very far up I might add.

"It's a word from my language. It's also going to be your nickname." he smirks looking all the way down at my short stature. I feel so small next to him. I am so small next to him, everyone.

"What does it mean?" I ask. It probably means short or something.

"Well, it wouldn't be fun if I told you." he smirks, walking backwards out the gym. I follow him, noticing the bandage that just sticks out from under his short sleeve.

"What's the bandage for?" I ask, nodding at his arm.

"Oh... Um... I was stabbed with a fork!" he exclaims, undoubtedly lying. He needs some lessons on lying. Now we're in the locker lined hall, walking side by side our next class. "Anyway... Do you have chemistry next?"

"Yeah, why?" I ask, unlocking my locker. I get out my chemistry books and a note flies out. I snatch it up with my hand.

Hey, you want to meet up behind the gym at lunch ;) I know what-

I don't even bother reading the whole thing and scrunch it up in my hand. I'm no slut, I have self-respect. I do what I want when I want; no one owns me.

"Come on, Kamili, we're already a little late." Elijah sighs, obviously not looking forward to class.

We walk to the classroom, double desks scattered throughout the room. We take our seats at one near the back and listens to the teachers instructions.

"OK, Elijah, read out the elements we need." I command kindly. He looks at me briefly with a look of terror. He stares at the book silently, biting his lip.

"M... Mag... Magne-zee...magknizayum?" he questions, absolutely destroying the word. I look over his- scratch that. I look under his head to see what he was trying to read.

"Magnesium; the word's magnesium." I correct, reaching out for the substance. He sighed and slid the book over to me. "Huh?"

"I can't read..." he mumbled, looking down. I was about to say something but he beat me to it. "I have dyslexia..." he stated, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, that makes sense. Um, you can help me find elements though." I smiled. Aw, he's adorable! For a giant and all...

The rest of chemistry was boring besides the few things Elijah did. At one point, when the teacher, Mr. Butter, left the room, Elijah got on the teachers laptop and slide showed all the photos. It was hilarious, mostly because there was a photo of Mrs. Qua, our lunch lady, with her glasses off and hair messy. It was also disgusting, and I don't want to know what they were doing.

Anyway, then we had history, and I'm pretty sure Elijah fell asleep at one point. I just plugged in headphones and hid the wire with my hair. She never even knew I didn't pay attention.

So now it's first break and I'm heading to the canteen. Elijah has wondered off, probably in search of his friends. Derek winks at me and I flick my middle finger up at him. I reach our table and slide in next to Elise, who is devouring a pizza. Bailee's just poking at her food, scowling and sometimes grunting at it.

"Hey Bitches." I exclaim, earning a kick in the shin from Elise. I yelp and smack her arm, scowling.

"No swearing! I only let Bailee because she could snap me in half!" Elise exclaims, shoving food into her mouth.

"How are you not fat?" I ask her, mouth agape, one eye squinted.

"I exwercise!" she exclaims, mashed up pizza flying out her mouth. I look at her in horror. That is absolutely disgusting.

I turn to Bailee. "Anything good and not disgusting happen to you?" I ask her and she stabs the gross mixture, and, surprisingly, the spoon stays upright.

"Man whore ruined art class! He drew a duck on my sketch! Ugh, stupid dick head." she shouts, very irritated.

"Well-"

"Hello girls! Nice seeing you three." Alex grins, squeezing in between me and Elise. I'm

"No!" Bailee groans, throwing her head back and letting her arms fall loose. Alex slinks an arm around me and Elise, causing her to freeze up.
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So?
How was it?

Bye!

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