Stupid Rich Girl

$ 1 - The Rich Kids

~Mercedes has 3 'es' in it, all pronounced differently~

Rosen

Another punch.

I listened to my heart raging in my ears as it sent blood pumping through my entire body but unfortunately escaped through the open cuts that cover my knuckles.

Another punch.

My teeth grinded against each other with anger. Frustration. Disappointment. My jaw clicking with each forced movemt in my mouth.

Another punch.

My mind overflowed with the upcoming fights that have yet to come. Annoyed, that I wasn't just punching the bag to relieve my stress and anger. No, but to practice how to use it when I'm put in front of another. Not to defend myself. Only ever to please him.

"Agh!" I yelled, throwing my last and final punch. I pulled away from the bag, sweat dripping from my forehead and blood dripping from my busted knuckles. The only sound heard in the old warehouse was the chain from the still swinging punching bag and my heavy pants to try and catch my breath.

Another morning practice over. Now school.

~*~

Walking through the crowded hallways felt different today. It still appeared the same. People shoved my shoulder nonchalantly as they walked past, as if I wasn't there. Nobody looked at me for too long. Nobody spoke a word to me. Nobody acknowledged me. Yet the air felt tense, as if anticipating a great force.

As I was walking, I caught glimpse of a mop of black hair. I look towards it and saw Landon held up agaisnt the lockers, his face turning a bright red as a hand wrapped around his throat. He looked down at the hand with terror and regret. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath with gritted teeth as I mad emy way towards the scene.

I roughly grabbed the owner of the hand that wrapped its around my brothers throat. I pushed his shoulder back into the lockers. He looked up at me, rage burning in his eyes.

"Watch yourself freak, I wouldn't step outline" He sneered as he straightened his varsity jacket. I glanced at Landon who had his hands on his knees, catching his breath. I turned back to back and rolled my eyes carelessly. I was about to open my mouth to reply to his pathetic excuse of an insult that I've heard one too many times, but stopped when suddenly the halls fell silent.

The school doors opened and in walked five people. Four guys, and one girl. Their footsteps being the only sound in the hall right then as the clicks of their designer shoes echoed of the cold, metal lockers.

The girl walked in the middle of two of the guys that appeared to be twins with their uncanny resemblance. The girl was significantly shorter that the two but didn't necessarily look any less younger. The other two guys were slightly taller again, although they both appeared to be older. All four of the guys, however, had this protective stance and look which leads me to guessing the girl is their sister.

All of them were dressed in clothes that even from afar seemed to be made from expensive material. Their style was classy and rich, nothing anybody in this school would be used to. It wouldn't take a genius to know that they were wealthy.

As they neared me us, I noticed they all shared the same sandy blonde hair. The older two at the back had electric blue eyes while the three at the front seemed two have two different colour eyes? The three of them had one electric blue eye as well but the other was a hazel-gold.