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Chapter One

Chapter One

It's official. I hate life and life hates me.And I have proof. One minute, I was home, just relaxing and the next thing I knew, I was here. 'Here' meaning strapped to a chair in the middle of hell only knows where, with a damn blind fold strapped to my face and a probably three month old rag in my mouth that tasted like a sewage drain. I'm not even going to bother about that one. Just by touch, I could tell that my hands were tightly clasped together, as were my feet. My entire body ached with pain, and i felt a string of hot blood drip quickly from a gash on my forehead. I tried to remember exactly how I found myself in this ridiculous situation....

~*~Flash Back~*~

"Looser."

"Outcast."

"Why does she even bother to show her face here?"

"I'm not sure but it's sickening to have to share air with that freak."

"Right?"

Insults directed towards me were circulating the halls of Oakland high. I kept silent, weaving in and out of the crowd.

'Don't look them in the eye, Charlotte,' I chanted in my head as i squeezed between two wannabe preps, who stared at me with slack jaws.

'Just keep walking...... Almost there..'

I held my breath as most of my fellow classmates turn their attention to me, making me cringe mentally.

'Come on... COME ON!' I scream inside my head as the crowd to my left parted and Mitch freaking Daniels barreled in my direction. As soon as I caught wind of him, I ran like a million banshee's were hot on my trail. In a way, they were, now that a thought about it.

Everything about Mitch was intimidating, from his shaggy brown hair cut just bellow his ears, to his pitch black eyes that seemed to devour my soul. His six foot and two inches of height didn't really help much either, nor did his outfit that practically consisted only of some sort of leather and chains. That's not what made me flee, though. Not even close. I ran because of the huge-as-Canada bruise that sat smack dab in the center of his forehead. Dropping my books that had been weighing me down before, I broke into a full out sprint.

"Please don't rip out my intestines and use them as a jump rope!!" I belted out, tears growing in the corners of my eyes, because Ladies and Gentlemen, I, Charlotte Kingston, the newly enrolled student of this lovely school, was the idiot who went and slammed Mitch's head into a wall. And now I was going to die. (In my defence, he tried to touch my ass, and we were close to a wall, so I decided they should become Friends.)

"Come here you little brat, so I can squish that scrawny little neck of yours," Mitch spat, gaining speed, which ended with him merely feet behind me.

The funny part was that as we dashed down the halls, the rest of the crowd parted, creating a path. I scowled.

'Geeze,' I thought grimly, hooking a sharp right towards the front of the school. 'Everyone at this school's just completely and utterly lovely.'

"CHARLOTTE!!" Mitch's pissed voice pounced into my brain. He sounded super close, and I could practically feel his breath on my neck. Instead of going directly to the principals office, i decided to be an idiot and thought up another plan. At the next turn, i slid the sharp left and turned my body to face the devil re-incarnation, and let my fist fly just as he approached me.

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"You did WHAT?!"