Kita lagi takin 'Swara (Sequel to Damaged) *Jahvie*

South Hills Hell School

Dahvie's P.O.V

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I put my bag down on the table, watching as the security guard checked it, along with all the other belongings of people before waiting my turn, striding over and under the metal detector, the light going a bright green which signaled that I had I was clean of weapons and whatever.

I quickly grabbed my bag, wanting to get out of the crowded place as fast as possible so I didn't get shoved or anything, walking across the hall to the door that lead to the office, swinging it open before starting to mindlessly walk down, not liking that people were staring at me intently.

I shrunk down, averting my gaze to the floor to avoid their gazes. Fuuucckkk, I have a bad feeling...

Suddenly, I felt myself hit a body, making both of us bounce off eachother, shooting my head up and seeing a dude with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes, looking down at his binder that he dropped on the floor and then back at me, slanting his eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry!" I sputtered, feeling my body go frozen in fear as he glared.

He stared for a few more seconds before shaking his head, crouching down, grabbing his binder before standing upstraight, walking past me, "Just don't do it again bitch."

I sighed in relief, looking around to see everyone snickering at my failure. I shook my head, clutching my notebook closer to my chest before starting back down the hall, ignoring their stares as I watched where I was going this time.

I rounded the corner, seeing the glass windows that lead to the office, opening the door and stepping in, groaning internally when the bitchiest of all of the workers were standing at the front counter, scribbling on some papers.

I sighed, walking over and gave the most polite smile I could as she lifted her gaze to meet mine, her brow raising as her eyes locked on my hair. "How can I help you?"

"I'm, uh, under some kind of suspension where I come from a different school..." I muttered, not sure on how to explain my situation into words.

"Oh." She blinked, "Okay, go take a seat and I'll get your schedule ready."

I nodded once, walking over before plopping down in the uncomfotable rubber seat, looking around and seeing the themed blue and white walls, making me cringe on how unattractive it was. I think I've been talking to Jeffree too much..

I waited, tapping my feet as I looked out the glass windows, seeing people I knew and other people I didn't. It's actually not even the people I hate most about being here.

It's the stairs.

There are four floors, and they all have thrity-seven stairs you have to walk up. I had classes all around the building, so I'd have to climb all those god-damned things. Fat people shouldn't do that ._.

"Dahvie?"

I looked up, seeing a black woman that made my memory flash. The fucking principle.

I fucking hate her.

I stood, going back over to the counter, "Hi Dr. Cox." (Yeah, that's actually her name XD)

She flashed a smile, looking back down at the paperwork, raising her brow, "So it seems that you're still causing trouble."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that. "I told you before, I never started it. If I didn't fight back, then I would've gotten beaten up by your so-called angel star students."

She pursed her lips, lifting her gaze to give me a stern look that didn't faze me. "So, I made arrangements, and it's decided that you're going to have the same schedule as before, same teachers and everything. I assume you remember your way around?"