Killer Princess

{Chapter Two}

The bright sun shone intensely with radiating rays through the windowpanes of Nyx's room, waking her from her slumber. It was another day of torture and agony at school or preferably, a prison camp full of raging hormones. The academy which she attended provided education to at least two-thousand young people with possibly four-hundred belonging to each year. Those four-hundred were divided equally into four communities with five form classes of twenty students.

~~ at school ~~

As I arrived at the gates of the school, I had noticed that it appeared to be lonely and empty. Where was everyone? Well, I did leave extremely earlier to normal, so I came a lot before other pupils. I walked up to the tall staircase that greeted me as I entered the school. Standing inside the long corridors by the entrance, I strode to my locker - number 666. One attractive girl, Skylar, had her's beside me whereas the other side was left unowned. As I unlock it, I catch a glimpse of a reflection of myself in a beautifully designed mirror. I was wearing a black sleeveless crop-top with matching black high-waist leggings accompanied by black and sparkly purple fitness trainers.

Today had a full schedule of entirely shit classes: Spanish, Chemistry, Mathematics and Sports. I flicked through the colourful notebooks that I had arranged on the top shelf of my locker in rainbow order and took three out to slide into my bag which was red, yellow and blue. The books that I owned were all of the A5 sizes in colours like red for Spanish, orange for English, yellow for Chemistry, green for Physics and Biology, blue for Maths and Computer Science, purple for Food Preparation and Nutrition, pink for Media and lastly black for Art. Personally, when we were able to choose our subjects, I wish I had gone for History instead of Spanish. I bolted up my locker after I had finalised organising the books in my small bag.

Not long after, I felt my phone vibrate coming from my bag. It was a message from one of my apparent friends, Brooklyn.

'Hi, Nyx. How are you doing?'  - 7:56 am

I read it cautiously. Why on earth would Brooke try to contact me now after continuously backstabbing me?

'Brooke, why the hell are you talking to me and why have you still got my phone number under your contacts?' - 7:57 am

'Because I don't hate you. It's just that Celeste and Darcey just stirring..' - 7:59 am

'Sure then why's there a lot of bullshit about me on all your social media profiles?' - 8:00 am

'Not me, I swear. It's Darcey or Celeste who has access to my accounts.' - 8:04 am

'Yeah ok. Whatever Brooklyn. Just crawl in a god damn pit and die please...' - 8:07 am

'That's just harsh now Nyx.' - 8:08 am

'What and you being a two-faced bitch isn't?' - 8:12 am

After that last message, she never responded back to me, so I slid my phone back inside my bag.

"Nyx!!" I heard a sweet, angelic voice call for me down from the other end of the desolate corridor. Turning around, I notice that the only other person in here was Miss Young - the school counseller. "Hey, Nyx. I had let your mother know this and requested that she tells you also, but I'd like to remind you that I'll be seeing you during your last class today so come straight to my office after lunch." She looked at me, flashing me one of her welcoming smiles before hurrying to her office.

~~Sports class//Meeting~~

The school bell rung loud as it warned us that our lunch break was coming to an end. The other students hustled towards their classes whereas I had to go to Miss Young's office for a meeting. As I approached the door, I knocked on it before entering the room full of a delicious fragrance of freshly-lit cotton-candy scented candles.

"Hi, Miss! What is it that you wanted to speak to me about today?" I ask her as I slide onto her bouncy sofa across from her desk.

"Oh yes Nyx. Over these past few weeks, you've had such a difficult time with having friend groups, so I have some good news for you that's going to help you regain some friends."

I look at her, shocked. "Oh wow... what's this then, miss?"

"I have recently found out that there is going to be a transfer student in your form, so I've decided to put your name down for her tour guide of the school and someone to teach her the ropes here," she says, glancing up at me and grinning proudly, "her name is Chelsea and she arrives here tomorrow morning."

"That's great, miss!" I look at her, smiling in glee. Finally, a chance for me to make friends with someone without knowing about my tremendous 'personality change'.

After almost 50 minutes of talking about the new girl I had to mentor and other things like my stressing issues, it was time for me to leave school. As we finished our conversation, I politely waved and smiled at her before dashing down the halls down to my locker to stuff it with my books once more and leaving the school.

A/N: Yeah sorry if this chapter seems short compared to the first one... but enjoy it anyway x :)