Sweet Little Nothing [Lea Michele teenfiction]

Chapter 2: The drunk pigeon.

'Scarlett? Wake up you are going to be late for school! You don't have the time to have a bath or eat! Get up, get dressed and go to school! Come on honey, I'm late for work too!" , said Scarlett's mother outside her door, knocking it like a mad person. The door was locked, that's why she didn't get in. Thank God, Scarlett thought. She was still in her yesterday uniform. She got lost in her thoughts and fell asleep last night.

"I'm awake mum. You can go to work.", Scarlett said with a raucous voice. Then she cleaned her throat. She never understood her mother's job. She only knew that her boss wanted her to work for him for fourteen hours. From 8 AM to 10 PM. When Scarlett was younger she always complained for not being able to see her mother through the day. She had a nanny back then. When she turned fifteen, her parents fired her nanny. "You are too old to have a nanny now.", her father said. She didn't know her father's job either. But his timetable was even crazier than her mother's. He was literally living there. He left the house at six o'clock in the morning and he never came back before midnight. The last time Scarlett had spoken to him was three years ago. He never called. I bet he doesn't even know how old I am, she thought but she erased that thought from her memory as soon as she got it, because she didn't have anything against her father.

She got up. She thought that she couldn't go to school with same clothes that she went yesterday. Then she realized that she didn't mind to be late. She had a very quick shower, probably the quickest in my entire life, she thought and put another uniform on. She took her bag and her mobile phone. She didn't have any missed calls or messages from Lorrie. She found that strange and remembered their talk from last night. She wondered if Lorrie was sad or even pissed of, because Scarlett yelled at her. Then she remembered him. Him. She slapped herself and got out of her room. The house was silent. How much she loved that silence when she had something bothering her. She opened the door and left.

When she arrived at the school's entrance, the gate was closed. She knew it would happen. When the bell rang for students to go to their classes, the gate was automatically closing and Scarlett had to press a button and wait for a janitor to come and open it while looking at her with a killer look. Every student had a special identity number that nobody knew. When the janitor came to open the door, the students were telling him their numbers and the janitors wrote it in a tablet. When the students reached eight times, they were getting suspended for three days.

The janitor came and looked at her. His name was George Green and he had written her number down most of the times last year. "When are you little shits going to learn your school's timetable? And you are not a freshman! I remember you from last year. It's the second day and you already got one. I'll be very happy if you get suspended soon."

"I got seven more times Mr Green.", Scarlett said bored.

"I once made a request to make them only two times before getting you suspended, and they don't take any requests from me anymore."

"Poor guy.", Scarlett said. she didn't even listened to him, but she had to get in.

"ID number please.", said the janitor and took his tablet out.

"110314."

"Come in.", he said and he opened the door.

As she was walking in the empty halls, he saw Victor smoking with an open window near him. Shit, she thought. Victor was the last person she wanted to see that moment.

"You are late.", Victor said trying to hide his cigarette.

"Don't bother hiding it. I already saw it.", she said not even looking at him.

"Where have you been little Scarlett?", he asked her. Scarlett didn't answer and kept walking. He threw his cigarette outside and run towards her. Then he grabbed her by the hand violently and made her looked at him. They are right about those eyes, she thought. "When I'm talking to you I want you to answer to me.", he said staring at her eyes. He was scary.