Morning came by quickly. I still couldn't believe what happened last night; I magically got all the information from the lesson that is now buried in my mind. I lay in bed for a few minutes before getting up to take a bath. I first took some clothes in my closet; I don't want a uniform today. Apparently, even if the school had prescribed uniforms, its your choice not to wear them.
Well, I'm on a free country after all.
Anyway, I got myself a a striped tube top, a denim jacket that reach just above my stomach and a pair of ripped blue pants. I also got my brown high cut shoes and put them near my bed. I don't usually plan out what to wear; I just get a sweatshirt and a sweatpants -- like what I'm still wearing right now -- and that's it, I'm off to school.
Something weird is up with me today, is this an after effect of the strange thing that happened to me last night? I hope not.
I forgot to mention that I live alone. Two years ago, I was told by my parents to start living on my own and so, they left me in this house. I didn't care about them leaving me, they got a point with what they said besides, I'm already old enough to be independent.
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Oh I right, first thing in the morning is that darned pop quiz. I only remembered my schedule for today when I stepped inside of Queenswood University. Students were already there, chatting and getting their things from their lockers. I mentioned that I only have one friend right? Well that's the harsh truth. People actually find me weird in this place.
When I first entered this university, I've had high hopes in this place, like a transfer student standing in front of their dream school, not to mention, a prestigious one at that. Everyone knows that if you study at Queenswood, you'll be guaranteed to success in life and you should also be that kind of "preppy" in this place.
You know the preps? Those rich kids who don't do anything but party and waste such money. I wasn't of their kind; gossips easily spread in this school. Apparently, the incident from my previous school even made it here.
"Oh sheesh, that Cray girl is in this school?"
"I thought that not a single school should accept you when you get expelled."
"Stay away from that creep! She caused so many ruckus before!"
That's right, I was the juicy topic of the school.
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"Give it back!"
The guys had my lunch money. It was the only thing that I have since I only get my allowance once per week. Great, I was going to starve for the whole week.
"Make me, chump!"
"Oh I will, just you wait."
Without second thought and without me noticing my actions, my left arm was raised up, fists balled in a choking manner. I felt my lips curved up in a devilish grin, feeling satisfied with what I'm doing.
They were now coughing, trying to breathe the sweet taste of oxygen. They were also high up in the air and one of them dropped my lunch money.
Yet I didn't stop. Hurting them satisfied me. A strange surge of energy went through my veins, choking them further.
I think one died from asphyxiation.
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Now you see? There's an entity living within me and it's uncontrollable when put in action. The students feared me, stayed away and labelled me as a freak.
To be honest, I never felt guilty. It was their fault for stealing my lunch money. They wouldn't have been hurt, rather, no one should've died.
I walked to my locker. When I opened it, a note fell out but I didn't bother reading it. I didn't have time, I still need to attend homeroom class.
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The pop quiz was easy?
The truth is, I'm not entirely sure. I answered the questions with ease and confidence yet, why am i doubting myself? Was it because I'm the only one -- the one who wasn't paying attention -- who got the whole thing?
Whoever did that strange dizziness to me, I want to say thanks. I would've been really screwed if it weren't for that dizziness.
Isn't that ironic, thanking something because they did something bad to you yet it turned beneficial in the end? Miracles do happen I guess?
Besides, I was really screwed with English. English isn't really my first language, you know. I speak an unworldly language that people seem to not know.
It sounds like a mixture of French and German when I speak it. Also, I got that insight when people have tried translating what I say though, I always refute it since it isn't what I've said.
"Ms Cray, please proceed to the Guidance Office." I heard someone say from the intercom.
My class this time was Physics. I didn't want to leave class, who knows what I would miss.
"You heard it, Ms. Cray. Pack up and leave." The teacher said.
How rude.
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Kinda boring don't you think? Haha sorry, period gets in the way ya know.
This thing shoulda be for yesterday but wattpad servers were down so I didn't update :(((
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