The siren goes off.
"Holy!- What was that?!" I said in almost a whisper- wide eyeing the ceiling above me where the horrible sound came from.
"That's period one for you..." I turn around to see a guy with light complexion and Darker brown eyes than mine. I sat in the first row of desks just below the teachers table to show my goody two shoes side. Yeah right! You ain't fooling anyone! Shut up slut!
"Are you okay?" A voice from behind me says. I turn around again to see a guy with a burnt caramel complexion with eyes that made me wanna touch him. Oh. My. Dog. Keep it together Dana. No mischief this year remember? And that means no boy toys too... Can you just shut the fuc-
"Whats your name by the way?" the guy with sexy eyes asked me and broke conversation I was having in my head... I swear I was forming an orgasm down there. Get a hold of yourself woman! Shh. I got this.
"Um, Dana" I smile innocently, making him think that I've done nothing wrong in my life and have no intentions to do so as well. I made a good impression with that smile you know. I mentally high five myself.
I slowly realized after turning around for like the third time that the three students behind me consisted of the guy who spoke to me when I had my 'What the fuck is that sound' moment, a girl at least 5 inches shorter than me- she had a really slim built- as in no curves whatsoever- She anorexic Bro! Shut up! And lastly- the guy with them sexy eyes. I find this gross. Maybe if you just shut up- I wouldn't look like a complete idiot infront of these people who I've never seen in my life! And you're ruining my first day you dick head! Issues...Issues your head!
My face was slightly flushed pink because of the conversation I was having with myself. Oh lord. Am I the only one who is capable of getting angry at myself for telling myself things I already know? This is ridiculous.
I wanted to find out what I had for first period since I didn't have a clue on what the hell was going on other than 'oh its first period guys'. By the way, I was sitting in a row of three. And I sat at the middle desk- with no one by my side. So yes, I sat alone in front.
I turned to the guy who answered my question in the first place and asked him what we had for first period- since he seemed like prefect material.
"We're having Math now" he enclosed to me. I found out he's name was Cris as well.
"Ohh.. okay thanks" I smiled.
Math class wasn't so bad. The teacher was cool. And I was being held captive by myself! Mr Ward our Math teacher asked a few questions on algebraic expressions- and I wanted to call out the answer so badly- but I couldn't risk showing the real me. I really loved math to be honest. And I didn't tolerate people disturbing me when I'm solving an equation.
I fiddled with my metallic white hair. Everyone always wonders if my hair color is natural or not but how can I tell them oh my hair was originally brunette but five years ago at a carnival I lost consciousness and woke up with shiny white hair up to my ankles and a bunny that could talk. Exactly... they'd think I'm insane. Which I am by the way. Kinda.
The siren went off again. I assumed that was the second period indication. I was right alright.
I have some kinda short term memory loss shit. I forget so fast. I swear I need a check up.
There were some guys who were whispering behind me.
"Hey, Dana... That guy there wants to ask you out" this guy points at this other guy who looked like he was a fan of some boy band by the look of his hair style.
I didn't take it seriously because I was so used to being asked out at least 3 to 4 times in a day that I just got bored of it.
"Awe.." I say in a cute way. Sarcasm. Not letting the badass come out of me.
Usually I would say something like If you have Pizza- maybe we can work things out. I wink. Ha! I am miss goody two shoes bitches!!!!
I stood up to grab a pen that fell down earlier. As I stood up, I noticed everyone in the class was staring at me. I turned around and guess what? Dana you clumsy little shit. My chair lay on the ground and the guys were starring at my ass from the back. How did I not hear that thing fall???!!! I do have a big ass. Winks.
"Oh, im sorry about that" I crouch down to pick up my chair and hear a few wolf whistles. Typical boys. I know right. I tried to sound embarrassed and shy. It worked alright.
Recess went by. I walked out of the classroom to greet the playful breeze. Oh I loved the rain and wind. I got the shock of my life when these huge arms wrapped around my shoulders and almost threw me off the balcony.
"Hie there shorty! I'm Adam and may I say that you're looking 'booty'ful for a girl your age" God who was this guy? The school playboy or something? Ew. He even looks like a hoe just because of his attractive charms. Damnit Dana get it together!
"Um... could you get off of me, please?" I stare at Adam with furious intensity until he slowly lets go of me.
"Thank you... Anyways..." I turn to my left and trod off without saying anything else. I bet that pissed him off good.
While walking downstairs, I don't know how I manage to do it but I do it anyway- I tripped on my right foot and fell to the middle of the staircase. Seriously Dana? You couldn't make your life any worse? Shh. Leave me alone. I'm in pain you slut! I slowly got up and on my feet as other students just watched as I slowly gathered myself. A scream escaped from the lab at that same time I fully recovered from my fall.
I was wondering why everyone was gathered around the lab and what the chitter chatter was all about.
Blood. Red fucking blood. A girl lay on the floor with blood oozing from her mouth and nose. Holy shet! She's dead! I heard one of the students say that she started floating in the lab and just collapsed onto the ground.
So she just levitated and fell to her death? What the fucking fuck bruhh?
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Bloody Silver Hair
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