Kaydee

Chapter 2

Kaydee Broadwick

The familiar ringing of the school bell marked the start of the first period. It gave pain to the world, or at least the students in Kingsley High. There wasn't a day when any one of us clapped out of genuine joy at the sound of the Hell bell.

Giving one last look into the small, compact mirror that I attached to the inner side of the door of my locker, I scrunched my face in disgust as the horrendous and hideous pimples on my t-zone came into sight.

It saddened me, how these little pricks come as they like and instantly make you a hundred times uglier.

"I want the hallways to be cleared IMMEDIATELY. All students that remain lurking around the hallways without a Student Movement Pass will be severely dealt with."

Startled by the loud, nasal, and almost exploding voice of the Head of Discipline, I slammed my locker shut and spun on my heels, making a run for it to class.

A demerit point certainly would not look good on my clean, unstained Student Report. And of course, I wasn't going to let that happen.

Once I got to the door, I was panting very heavily

scratch that, it felt as if I was drowning on land

I took in a good amount of air, then as stealthily and as quickly as I could, I made my way to my seat.

"What happened to you? Got chased by a lion?" Delilah asked, making a horrible attempt at being humorous.

I gave her a look, still panting with my heart beating cheetah fast, as I searched the front compartment of my backpack for my inhaler.

Honestly, I was way too breathless to give a care, let alone focus on what Mr Haggins was scribbling on the chalkboard. Too bad the stand-up comedian wannabe decided to continue.

"I was starting to get real worried," she paused, studying my face. "I didn't want to spend lunchtime alone, or have to finally agree to letting Rupert eat with me."

I let out a chuckle. "Gee, Lilah. Feelin' the love." Satisfied with the response she was getting, she went on.

"Where'd the lion that chased you go? I wanted to ask him, or her, why he or she chose you as prey. I mean look at you, you're practically skin and bones!" I burst into laughter this time, earning the attention of at least most of the class and Mr "Draggin" Haggins.

"Is there something that you'd like to share with us, Miss Broadwick? I'm sure all of us would love to hear what cracked you up so much," he said, his index finger pulling the frame of his tortoise-shell glasses, down the bridge of his crooked nose slightly.

First things' first, I don't share my jokes with just anyone. Second, I don't repeat my jokes because all that'll do is ruin the mood. Third, I kinda wonder what else he drags, his bunny on a leash? His mother?

"Nothing, Mr Haggins," I replied, trying my best not to get myself into trouble.

"There better'd be," he said, turning his back towards the class.

How nice of him, really!

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After starving three entire periods, the bell finally rang.

"LUNCHTIME!" I screamed in exaggerated excitement, yanking Delilah's arm forward, in the direction of the way to the cafeteria.

"Whoa, slow down. I can move on my own, if you hadn't noticed," Delilah said, pulling herself out of my grip. "God!"