My Little Delinquent

Uniforms And Chocolate

Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.

-Henry James
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Athena's POV

The car journey was not as long as I expected it to be. It turns out that the school was in the next city over so it was only a couple hours' drive. However, there were some down sides to the whole journey for example my phone is dying. I have been listening to some Beatles and Bon Jovi, the whole journey and now my phone is about to die. I pull out my head phones and look down at my outfit, it consists of block skinny jeans, a Nirvana t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Not great sleeping clothes now that I think about it.

I sigh and look out the window realizing I still have another half an hour before I arrive at this stupid school. I slouch down and look out at the grassy scenery. Seriously where is this school, in the fucking Netherlands. I still can't believe my Uncle kicked me out and sent me to a school for troubled teens. Thanks a lot Uncle Ryan. Fucking asshole.

Some people think I'm harsh on him but they don't realize how much he hates me. I mean he must do, he did abandoned me and my mother when we needed him most. He abandoned his own sister what type of dick does that? He truly is a prick. Let's start from the beginning shall we.

One: He abandoned me when my mother died, saying he couldn't stand to look at me because I reminded him of his sister.

Two: He only takes care of me because of a court order that states because he is the only living relative that's capable of looking after me until I'm 18.

Three: He's a controlling son of a bitch that thinks after everything I'm just going to go back and be the nice perfect little girl I was a before my world came crashing down. He needs to learn that that person is gone, she's dead and she's never coming back.

Four: I recently learnt he paid off a bunch of people to be my friends and he even paid of my teachers to give me good grades. A couple months ago I had a math test in my school and I didn't even do it but somehow managed to get an A+. I dropped all my so called 'Friends' and started doing what I wanted.

Signing, I wind my window down and let the cool air soothe the anger that's raising up in me towards my uncle. I really just wish things were simple.

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"Miss Grayson." I look up to see we have stopped driving but we are definitely not at the school.

"Where are we?" I question stretching my arms above my head. The place looks like a small mall, a very small mall. Okay not a mall at all but you know what I mean. It only consists of a grocery store and a McDonald's. The driver turns around in his seat and gives me a small smile. "This is where you get out. A supervisor from the school will meet you here in a couple minutes." I nod and he gets out of the car to take my bags out.

I jump out of the car and walk around to where the driver is. "Thanks." I smile as he hands me, my very big and very heavy suitcase. I take my stuff, including my guitar case and start walking to the McDonald's. "Miss Grayson!" My driver yells from behind me. I spin and raise an eyebrow in question. "Don't run off." He says accusingly.

I laugh at his tone. "But where's the fun in that." I wink at him before going to order food. I take my phone out just as I sit down with my chicken nuggets and fries. Completely dead. Dammit. Well if they want me they can wait for me to eat first. I'm starving.

Half way through my fries a man around the age of 24 approaches my table. "Miss Grayson?" I look up, my mouth stuffed full of fries. "Yes." I ask my mouth still full.