THE INTERCEPT

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

I woke up at about five in the morning, not so that I could get ready for the arrival of the well-known Hayden, but to train myself; get ready for anything thrown my way. That’s how I’m so good at what I do, I forget about emotions and could not care less for the life of a human, and I just kill, and destroy, like an animal with nothing but instincts. Many people think I am like the headmistress, they say that it is why I am not afraid of her. They might be right; but being compared to that evil old witch does not make me proud of my accomplishments in life, it makes me sick to my stomach.

I took a throwing star off the wall of weapons and aimed at the dummies’ right eye. I knew I wasn’t going to miss; I never have, not since nine years ago. I threw and it went flying straight through the dummies’ right eye. I smiled a cruel smile to myself…Its finished.

After my early morning training I walked back into the room I shared with my best friend Mira. She was sleeping in the bed by mine; she looked like she was comfortable under those sky blue blankets holding tightly to the white teddy bear I gave her for her birthday.  I debated waking her up, but knew she would kill me, giving the fact that it was a Saturday and it was about 6:56 in the morning.

Looking at her made me wish I had a sister, someone I can tell anything, someone that can run away with me.

I looked in my closet trying to find the most comfortable outfit I could without looking like a slob. I wore my long sleeved black fitted sweater and paired it with white fleece sweatpants. I looked at my hair in the mirror, I didn’t look bad. I’m not one of those girls who obsess over their hair, and wake up at four in the morning trying to make their hair look the way they think it should. My hair is long, black and bouncy; I prefer it in a messy bun at the top of my head.

Just in case I run into any trouble, I put a small flash light in one of my leather brown boots, add a pocket knife to go with it and add a small bottle of bottle spray. A perfect concoction, I thought to myself.

I walked out the room taking my time knowing the headmistress would not actually throw me in the basement. There were people already chatting at the steps as I walked by, they all looked the way I wish I could…happy. Ever since I’ve been here I have never been happy, I use to pretend I was but now in the mist of all things, I realize; nobody cares. So I stop caring and it gets me in trouble.

At THE INTERCEPT we are to address the girls as our sisters and the boys as our brothers; we are all a big family. None of us believes’ that especially not me.

As I walked down the hall of the B34 wing I glance around. The shining just waxed floors and my boots made it very hard for me to walk properly.

I looked at the time, it was only 6:59, and at exactly 7:00 I walk into her office, only to see a grim smile on her overly made-up face. In a chair in front of her a boy with very dark hair that was sticking up in the modern day style sat with his legs crossed.

“You are late”. Was all the headmistress spoke.

Pulling the sleeves of my gray sweater down, I say in a confident voice without looking her in the eyes; “No I am not, its seven”.

“So, this is the famous Angle.” Another voice joined in.

Startled but quick to recover, I look up only to see the brightest, hazel eyes I have ever seen. Those eyes belonged to the famous Hayden, and not only was he now standing about four feet away from me, he was also checking me out.

I let out a disgusted sound before I could stop myself.  He laughs and sits back down, puts his hand around the back of the brown leather couch which was the one of the two things separating us. I shook that thought out of my head as soon as I thought it, the headmistress looked displeased with my behavior and I could tell by the way her lips are pushed together that she was about to give me basement time. Before any irrational decisions are made, I stuck out my hand towards Hayden, not moving from where I was standing.

“Hi, my name is Angel, you must be Hayden.”

“Sup.” He says with a ridiculously comfortable smirk on his face.

I didn’t know him but I already hated him. I looked at the headmistress as she watched my awkward conversation with Hayden unfold in front of her with alert eyes. She adjusted her glasses which were rectangular shaped and had a green frame.

“Why don’t you take Hayden to the cafeteria so you can get breakfast?” she says finally.

“Sure, let’s go Hayden.” I say while smiling evilly in my head. I could lose him in the crowd of people already waiting to meet him, a safe distance from the headmistress’s office.

“Wow I already have fans.” He says in a voice that did not sound surprised.

“Can you blame them?” he says while combing his hands through his dark brown hair. “I’m handsome.”

My jaw nearly hit the ground, how could someone be so vain and conceded. I quickly covered up my surprise and said.

“You wish.” Even though I knew he was right, he was handsome but that doesn’t mean I have to admit it.

 He strutted into the crowded and started doing the things people like him do, which by the way, is showing off his biceps to the girls and doing complicated handshakes with the guys.

I walked back into my room, sure that I had gotten rid of that rude, vain, conceded, showoff, egomaniac, who calls himself a Spy.

Mira was putting on more makeup than she actually had to giving the fact that she had mocha, chocolate skin, with a touch of vanilla, and a very smooth and soft skin. As soon as I walked in she turned around.

“Why didn’t you tell me Hayden was coming to visit?” She accused while putting on her third coat of shiny apple-berry lip-gloss.

“He is not visiting, he is staying”. I answer with a grim smile on my face.

“Oooooooooo Angel you got some competition there” she teased behind her closet door. Coming out with a pink and white mini dress she asks me “So is he as dreamy hot and glamorous as everyone says he is?

“More like a vain egomaniac” I respond

 Now she wanted to know what happened, before she could ask I changed the subject.

Do you have another date with Scott or something?

She looked confused. “Why do you ask?”

“Um because you are all dressed up, and wearing more makeup than you usually do.” I stated.

She laughed a loud girly sound that I knew I will never be able to laugh, even if I tried, not that I ever would of course. She smiled and looked down at me trying to make me feel small. If she hadn’t been my best friend I would have smacked her across her well painted face and giving her a bloody nose.

“Angel, my dear just because I have a boyfriend does not mean that I cannot look pretty for any other boy. How did you think I got Scott’s attention in the first place?” she started to smooth her dress and hair, trying to look more perfect than she already was.

I looked at her and used my disgusted voice making sure to let a bit of hate sip in even though I didn’t really hate her. “Mira sweetie there is only one word for when a girl dresses up to meet the needs of other boys, the word is slut!!”

 As soon as I said the word I regretted it, I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, I only wanted to knock some sense into her.

She looked pissed but instead of blowing up on my face like a puffer fish she turned around, put on her open toe pink sandals and walked out the room.

I glanced in the mirror and for the first time felt uncomfortable in my own skin. By our mirror Mira had left her tube of apple-berry lip gloss, I put some on the tip of my finger and rubbed it against my lips. I pinched my cheeks to add color and went out in search of Mira.