Hidden Darkness

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Today is my first day of school, I just hope that I don't mess it up again. Mother's been through a lot already. Somehow unconsciously being the cause of the incident of pushing a bully down the stairs has already gotten me kicked out of school and to pay for the treatment of the boy. Now nearly bankrupt, Mother still insists on sending me to a private school. Best in the country, to make it worst.

After finished eating my breakfast, I headed for school. I wasn't one to want to look nice and classy so I simply walked. Upon arriving at the school, I instantly regretted my decision. My mother was nearly bankrupt,and this would instantly mean that I, as her daughter, must not to waste any unnecessary money. I don't see the point of wasting money on stupid things, so that won't be much of a challenge for me. But I think the people here at this school like rich pupils better though. Getting through the security guard was hard enough, being eyed all along the walk way to the school entrance was harder. You could practically hear the giggles and snickers even outside the limos.

As I got closer to the main building I heard the insanely high pitched chatter before I even saw the crowd. It was full of girls (how stereotypical, but it's true). Most of them had their uniforms messed up: buttons undo, lacy bras showing, hair messed up into the stereo typical way that most teenagers deem as 'sexy'. The girls left absolutely no gaps in between them, therefore forcing me to push through them. I was nearly at the end of the hall way when the crowd parted into two. Not wanting to be in attention, I shuffled along with one side of the crowd, trying to mix in with them.

Then I see why there was a crowd in the first place. All because of a boy.  His uniform was messed up as well: tie united, hair not brushed and messed up deliberately, uniform creased and ruffled, buttons undone. From head to toe, you could spot a million different things about him that's he's not supposed to do. From the rounded, and perhaps even polite, features of the boy, it was easy to tell that he was a Mongolian. Just like I am. I stared at him, dumbfounded. For I have never met or seen a Mongolian like him. He possesses what I call 'Europe attitude' - not that every European people are like that though. You know, like the very impolite ones, and maybe, to an extent 'snotty'. He walked past me without glancing at his audience. And paused, sensing something strange, me perhaps. And walked backwards until he was level with me.

"I, dear girl," he said gently, caressing the buttons on my shirt whilst slowly getting a silver pocket knife out of his pocket with his other hand and cut through the thread that held my buttons to my shirt. They fell into his hands, one by one. Luckily for me, he stopped at the button just above my breast area. He then caressed my striped tie, and undid them, also taking them in his hands. Slowly, he reached towards my hips, and rolled my skirts up, his hands lingering on my hips for a bit. Then he leaned towards my ear, making sure that whatever he was going to say next stays between us two. "Do not like to see uniforms like yours. Tidy, neat, disciplined... I hate it."

He walked away with the expression he wore on his face before he noticed me while I stood there still dumbfounded, and shocked. My first day. My first day, and I've got some snotty, stupid, arrogant boy taking bits of my uniform! My anger flared, just like the last time when I somehow managed to push the bully down the stairs. No, I silently said in my mind, there will be no more accidents. 

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