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01 | Emily Heart

I glanced at the clock again as Mrs. Anderson talked about what she planned on doing for summer vacation. Does she really think we want to listen to her talk about spices for the entire class?

Moving slowly and quietly as to not get caught, I started to pack my things into my bag time grew closer to the end of school. All I wanted to do was rush out of this hellhole and cuddle myself with blankets as I watched a bunch of random movies while eating junk food.

Is that too much to ask for?

I wasn't the only one dying to get out of here. Everyone in class looked as dead as I was, and yet, Mrs. Anderson didn't seem to notice. That, or she just doesn't care. Before she could talk about her husband taking her to Africa - wait, when did she stop talking about spices? - the bell rang, and that's when the chaos started.

Fucking finally!

People got up and ran out the door before they could suffer another second of Mrs. Anderson.

"Hey! The bell doesn't dismiss you! I do!" I heard Mrs. Anderson yell at us.

"Fuck that!" Some kid yelled back, and I laughed.

I waited until everything looked calm, and the hallways weren't so crowded until I made my way to my locker. I just needed to grab a few books and I'd be on my way. Luckily, my locker was just a few feet away from the classroom. When I opened my locker and cleared my locker, I heard the sound of heels making their way over to me.

I sighed. Just what I needed.

I'm not going to lie, but she's beautiful. Her red hair always looked perfect in whatever style she put it in. Her clear skin and almost hourglass body was something I envied. She was practicing to be a fucking model for God's sake, and honestly, she'd done a fantastic job. Sally was flawless, but her attitude was complete shit.

Now, I'm not a violent person, but holy fuck did this girl test me. I felt the same way towards her friends who supported her verbal abuse.

"Emily, I heard you still don't have a date to prom," Sally said with a fake frown. "How sad."

One of her friends snickered. "Who would want to go out with you?"

"Riley, was it? Or perhaps Rebecca?" I ask, tilting my head.

The girl glared at me. "It's Rachel."

I winced. "Right. Sorry, I don't remember irrelevant people. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go."

"What? Can't handle a little criticism?" Sally smirked.

"No, I'm just allergic."

"Allergic to what?"

I close my locker and smile. "To narcissistic bitches like you."

Without waiting for a reaction, I walk pass Sally and her friends before making my way to my car. Exams were already over, and there was a week until prom before graduation following soon after. Seniors were busy making plans, and the student council was making sure everything went according to plan.

I don't have very many friends. My dad was in the military, and that meant we always had to move after every few years. I hated leaving my friends behind, especially when we didn't have any contact, so I decided not to make any. It saved me less pain when I would leave. Besides, I don't mind being on my own.