My Secret, My Life, My Love

Highschool

The morning bells ring to start the begining of highschool. The stormy day transformed my feeling of hate to a feeling of relaxation. This was my second year of highschool at MECAs Public Highschool and quite frankly , I hated almost everyone here for how they treat me. So what if I had long black hair, red long sleeves, black ripped up jeans, and ice blue eyes, it doesnt mean im Emo. Anytime, I wear anything different im called, "Whore", "Slut", "Loser", "Poser", or "Outcast". Like every year, the first week of school is going over rules, procedures, and expectations, so I probally will be in my head again. Walking through the hall way, I bump into this tall, dark haired, jock with rippped grey jeans, dark blue shirt, and a football quaterback jacket that has "Jason" sewn in the side of his sleeves and his back. I look up at him and went to say sorry when he shoved me into the nearest locker. He said, "Look where youre going outcast." He walked off. Those words made my cold blood boil with anger. 'Just tell them what happened to your parents over the summer. The teachers may already know and then the school may give you sympathy.' "NO!" I shouted in my head to my thoughts. I walked to homeroom. The bells ring after a quite homeroom and i ead to my first period, AP Science. I hate science but its college level classes. I sat in the back of the classroom near a window. The rain dripping down drop by drop i get deeper into thought. Sloetts of the window breaking in the car flashing to the blood running from my mother, father, and brothers boddies. While, Im left with only a few scratches. I stubble out of the flipped over car into the street to see an individual standing in the road. He appears behind me and bites my neck. He whispers, "Your turn," and vanishes into thin air. The repeat of my name startles me back to reality. "Scarlet, Scarlet, Scarlet!" Getting louder eachtime until hands slam onto my desk. It wasnt the teacher i say, "Here," in a low meanicing voice after realizing the hands were the jocks from the hall, Jason Beluire. He sat back down infront of me and i growled. My growl was inturputed by the teacher saying, "I know its the first day of school missy, but thats no excuse for not paying attention." She went through the rest of the students names, and I couldnt help but stare at the jocks neck. I was hungry, but I could stop the urge after remembering how much he pissed me off.