Bloody. Purple. Adrenaline...

2.

Kat sat down, close enough to the door so that when the bell rings, she'll have no trouble hurrying out. On her left sat high school's 'Bad Boy', 'Lady Killer', 'Ultimate Savior', and so on of other adoring names that his crazy girl-fans in high school had named him; Kent Jones. And on Kat's right, sat the leader of the "Goth Girls", Zene James.

Looks like Kat'll be having a good Monday. What a way to start a day.

'Okay, everybody, get your hands on deck!' Mr. Squirt, as he was popularly known as, had entered his class, and he meant straight to business, no-nonsense. Kat hated his subject, Economics, but she liked her teacher's personality. He was an easy-going person, and knows how to add a little life to even the most boring topics.

Even if his name knows how to add a little life to gossips.

On her left, again, Kat noticed that Kent had grabbed a new 'hottie' and they were both eating each other's faces. Oh, but don't these two like a show of attention right before class?

'A-hem, mister, I think that's enough now. Time's running out, and we can't afford to waste any more time.' Thank you sir, Kat internally said to Mr. Squirt. Kent always tried to frustrate Mr.Squirt's classes, she'd noticed. 'I mean, he tries to frustrate all teachers' classes, but Economics class is a special issue,' Kat murmured. Fortunately for Mr Squirt and unfortunately for Kent, Mr Squirt never allows anything to get to him.

He's like, some sort of... self-esteem expert.

'So, class,' Mr Squirt began, 'our topic for today is "Production". I know that we've treated this topic before, but I think for the better knowledge of all of us, and to enable us to understand the upcoming topics, this would be a good pie of revision.'

'Uugghh! Here we go,' Zene, the goth beside Kat, groaned. Kat rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to allow anyone make her fail this subject. Yes, she didn't enjoy Economics and yes, she wasn't a complete nerd, just an average student, but she wanted to get good grades for her mom. Plus, Kat noticed lately that she finds it slightly difficult to face teachers whenever she failed their subjects.

'We had a little distraction from Mr Jones earlier, but we'll get past that anyway. So, back to the topic; we all know by now that Production is the term used to describe all the economic activities involved in the creation of goods and services in order to satisfy humans' insatiable and numerous wants. And we all know that the problem here is scarcity, which means the limited supply of...'

Kat glanced at her two sides. On the right, Zene had zoned off on the table, her head rested on the table; fast asleep. And on the left, Kent had been completely engrossed in the porn he was watching, on his phone, head rested on the table too.

Sometimes, one just wonders why these two even bothered, even tried, to come to school, when all they do is get distracted and wasted. Kat sighed. Next time she'll take a better look at her seat partners before sitting down.

The bell rang, signifying the end of the first Economics period. Kat braced herself for the second period of economics, while some boys in her class tried to run out of the class, as they ususally do when the bell rang. They enjoyed creating a show.

'A-hem, gentlemen, there's still another period I have with you guys,' Mr Squirt said, trying to be patient.

One of the boys, named Bill, then made a remark. 'Oh Sir? But I thought I heard the bell a minute ago.'

Mr Squirt forced a smile that he hoped looked genuine. 'Yes, Bill, but that bell isn't for you guys.'

Another boy, John, added, 'oh it isn't?' He said that with such a genuine look, it made the whole scene even funnier.

'No, it isn't,' Mr Squirt replied, almost loosing his patience.

'You heard him guys, the bell wasn't for us,' said the final jerkface, James, with a light-hearted, sarcastic smile, as he was already opening the class' door to leave.

The whole class burst into a fit of laughter, and even Kat managed a chuckle. Mr Squirt turned bright red. 'Three of you, get in. Now.'

No one had to tell them twice. They walked back to their seats, each feeling some kind of victorious pleasure that they had pulled a muscle of their teacher. Mr Squirt took a very long, deep breath, and his colour began to return again.

The class had already gone halfway through the second period, when suddenly, a man in black suit, white shirt and black tie barged in without knocking. He looked like some kind of C.E.O. of a big company with his original gold Rolex wrist watch and YSL shoes. He looked like he ran a thousand miles; he was panting and sweating.

He scanned the classroom to look for one paticular girl. When he spotted her, he then turned to Mr Squirt. By this time, the whole class had their eyes on this officially-dressed stranger.

He began, 'I'm so sorry to interrupt your class, Sir, but I'm looking for a Kat Bryn.'

Mr Squirt knitted his brows. 'Kat Bryn? I'm sorry sir, but may I ask who you are to her?'

'I'm her father.'

Sounds of whispers and gossip suddenly broke out in the classroom. Kat rolled her eyes. Thanks to her dad, she'll be the latest pie of a story. But she was less concerned about that. What was more important on her mind was the question bugging her since he barged into her class. Was her father okay?

Mr Squirt then said, 'Oh. I didn't know that,' then did a quick survey of the man's outfit.

'No problem,' Mr Bryn, who is Kat's dad, replied. He seemed to be in a hurry. 'I heard that she's having Economics, and that this is the class that she's having it in.'

'You are right Sir,' Mr Squirt said. 'I hope there's no problem?'

'No, there's none. I need her to come home with me now. It's urgent.'

Mr Squirt nodded, and then motioned for Kat to come out. He turned to Mr Bryn, and asked again, that 'are you sure, Sir, that there is no problem whatsoever?'

Mr Bryn looked at Mr Squirt. 'No, I repeat, Sir, there's none.'

Kat Bryn took guarded steps towards her father. 'Hi dad,' she said in a voice not too loud for others to hear. She didn't like the way the whole attention was on her, she felt the heat of their gazes all over her body.

'Hi sweetie, how're you doing?' Mr Bryn replied.

'Okay, I guess.' Kat scanned his face. 'Are you okay, dad?'

Mr Bryn looked like he wanted to cry. He looked distant, like a thousand miles away from her. He cupped his daughter's face gently. Kat didn't understand his next words though.

'You look so much like your mother.'

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