Fixing Her -ON HOLD-

Bullies and Revenge

"And I look back in regret, how I ignored when they said, run as fast as you can." - anonymous

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I knocked on the door with dread.

I do not belong here. I do not belong here. Went the chant inside my head.

"Come in." Came a bored voice from inside the room.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

A very surprised Mr. Bond greeted me. He adjusted his specs to just above the bridge of his nose which gave him his signature confused look and stammered, "Wisteria Brooks? I think you have the wrong class. This is the detention room." He said the word detention as if it was a forbidden word and then looked around the class, shaking his head disapprovingly at the three students already sitting there.

There was Alicia O' Conner who had a thing for the detention room since she had spend more time here than all her classes since junior year. Then, PingPong was there, his real name was Ash Cutter, but since he was barely five foot and bounced on his feet all the time, Tyler had given him that name which didn't make much sense to be honest. The third one was- cue the drum roll -Reece Gray, who sat there waving at me like a lunatic.

Shooting Reece a glare, I looked back at 007, a nickname which I had given Mr. Bond in the beginning of junior year- real creative, I know- and which had apparently stuck. Mr. Bond had been my history teacher in junior year, apparently I was one of his favorites and don't even ask me why because I slept in almost all his classes. But during the end of the year, I had shot up really well in his class and after that he had come to know me as the quiet yet witty girl and I could only imagine this image of mine shattering into tiny pieces inside his head right now.

"Uh, hi Mr. Bond" I muttered, given him an awkward wave, "No, I got the right class here. " I muttered almost incoherently, not meeting his eye, crimson rapidly coming onto my cheeks. Mr. Bond blinked his eyes once and shrugging went back to the paperback he was reading.

Sighing with relief to have escaped all the questions I had prepared the answers for, standing outside the detention room for the last ten minutes, staring up at the sign which read Detention Room, like a madwomen, which had got more than a few wary eyes, I walked up to the furthest seat from Reece which happened to be next to PingPong. I had just put my bag down on the table when PingPong started talking. I had forgotten that the guy was a talkaholic.

"Hey Wisteria, did you know the last class when I was sitting next to Amy Jackson..." I stopped listening after the word 'hey', nodding along now and then as I pulled out my black diary and started writing.

What do I know, What have I learned – said the heading of the page I had opened. It was the page were I was jotting down everything I knew about the Elites, for I had decided to actually go forward with Kill The Elites plan. And no, I don't mean it literally; it's a metaphor for I have no interest in spending the rest of my life in jail for the murder of five teens, even though they were abominable creatures.

I had spend the past two years of my life religiously following the motto- hide before they bite, which had worked pretty well most of the times if not all the time. But now I was realizing that in my hast to hide from everyone, to just be left alone, I had ended up being invisible. No, actually to be invisible is what I wanted, but what I am now is painfully visible and entirely ignored.