Suck It Up, Buttercup.

~ Chapter 2 ~

This will be easy, I thought to my self. I just have to ignore everyone.

I slightly picked up my pace as I walked down the school corridor with dim lighting. The lights flickered with every movement I made, as if we were in sync.

On. Off. On. Off.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Something that finally gets me. But forget this. It'll be easy Sage. In and out. Just like you planned. Get what you need, and then be on your way.

Gosh, I hate people.

This was low-key going to be the hardest thing I've ever had to do, in my entire life.

And I've killed people.

But, I can't forget. I can't forget what I'm here for. I need to get this done. For my own sanity. To avenge my mother. To finally be able to sleep without that reoccurring nightmare bothering me in 7 years.

I've tried everything, yet I still can't find peace.

Actually, to hell with peace.

I want revenge. I want justice. And I'm going to do anything, believe me, anything, to get what I want.

My thoughts were abruptly brought to an end by some idiot which bumped into me, making me fall onto the grimy floor and making me hit my head on the lockers lining the corridor.

Ughh, physical contact.

I struggled to my feet as the inconsiderate human being stood over me. I couldn't make out what they were trying to say as soon after, the most annoying sound pierced my ears. It echoed in my head as the sound bounced off each wall of the dark chamber in my head. I covered my ears in pain, trying to block out the sound that made my head throb even more than it already was. I grit my teeth waiting for silence.

Why isn't it ending already?! This just added to my list of "One Billion Reasons Why I Hate School."

The person who knocked me onto the floor was still standing there as if expecting me to thank him for giving me a minor concussion. "Are you okay?"

Well what d'ya know. It speaks.

I pushed the hand that belonged to the male in front of me, as I could clearly tell by his voice. "I'm fine."

"You sure? You took quite the hit."

Can you believe this guy?

"I wouldn't have taken the hit if you looked where you were going, now would I?" I coldly answered.

"Easy there, I didn't mean to hurt you." He answered holding his hand out once more, as if expecting me to change my mind and take it this time. The bell had stopped ringing and I could finally refocus my eyesight and try to stand up.

I looked at his hand then up at him. My blurred vision slowly came back, revealing what looked like a 16-18 year old boy.

He looks like he's my age. This could be a problem. I'd probably have to see more of him, as there's a possibility he'll be in one or two of my classes.

He wasn't bad on the eyes. Quite attractive, if I do say so myself. But cliché. Tall, with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. Pearly white teeth and perfect smile, with just the right sized dimples in the right place.

Disgusting. He looks like he jumped out of a story book.

"Get your hand away from me or I swear I will tug it so hard I will definitely dislocate something." I said as I shot him an icy glare.

He slowly retracted his hand. "Uh..sorry...I guess? I was just trying to be nice you know. I owe you since I'm the one who caused this accident in the first place."

"Well I'm fine. I can get up by myself." I said as I held onto one of the lockers to get the support I needed to get up. I actually needed help, but I wasn't going to admit it. I never admit things. Whether I'm right or wrong. Blank, emotionless Sage, who doesn't feel anything. And tells no one anything.

I managed to get up without falling, but slightly lost my balance from time to time.

"Woah." He said as he quickly lunged in order to catch me, but was never quick enough as by the time he did, I had already regained my balance.

"I said I'm fine!" I shouted.

"Okay. Okay." He said as he backed away slowly. "Just, just know I'm sorry."

"I don't care. Just leave me alone." I said as I started walking away, holding on to the lockers for extra support.

I carried on walking till I reached the admin block. I knew the way because I had snuck in just a few days earlier just so I could mentally prepare myself before officially entering this hell hole. I knew which class I'd be in, just not the people in it.

I hope Prince Charming isn't in it. I'd gag every day.

When I entered I was met by another cliché sight. Yep. What would a high school be without the clique of girls walking around as if they own the place? Usually in groups of three or four, with matching outfits, but only the one in the middle wears a slightly different one?

Keep walking. Don't look at me, talk to me or, if possible, don't even breathe the same air as me.

I kept walking with my head down, crossing my fingers and hoping that they'd just pass me by. I could smell their cheap perfumes as they all passed by me with their noses in the air.

I also hope they're not in my class. That would more torture than having the Barbie song on loop, at a volume of 10.

Yeesh.

I stopped at the front desk, which was messier than my room, which might I add is extremely  messy.

I've lost ten pairs of socks in there already.

The lady at the desk was searching frantically for something, her hair in a messy bun and her glasses on the top of her nose, while mumbling a few words to herself.

"Uh..hello?" I said sheepishly.

She looked up from her desk, but didn't stop her search. "Ah! A new student! You must be...Ah hah! Zeera Goldbloom. You have quite the record of achievements huh?" She said as she picked a paper up from a pile on her desk which looked like it would topple over at any minute.

Yeah, like I'd actually use my real name. And risk my cover being blown?

"That's me! A hardworking student ." I said as I plastered a fake smile across my face.

"Well dear, I sure hope you'll set a good example for you new classmates. They're all lazy! Don't tell them I said that though! Some of them bring me biscuits for my afternoon tea!" She said as she handed me a piece of paper which I assumed was my timetable.

"Will do!" I said in the most disgusting, gag-worthy, high pitched voice I have ever had to produce in my life.

Honestly the amount of sweetness is giving me a toothache.

I turned around and walked out the door, in the direction of my new class, class 11C.

In and out. Remember. Hager what you came for, and don't get sidetracked.

I turned onto the corridor where all the senior classes were, looking for mine. I stopped in front of a blue door with letters and numbers Grade 11 C  written on it in white writing.

I opened the door slowly, just to avoid attracting too much attention.

My jaw dropped as I saw the face which I dreaded the most.

Oh schnitzel.

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Sorry this chapter's a bit long. I hope you liked it though.

xoxo lil'weirdo.