Chapter 1

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"Trrring!" said the torture device called a school bell.

I groaned and sat up straight. I had been sitting in my car for the past 15 minutes with my head on my wheel. I quickly got out of the car and then walked to the gates of hell. I then, having done this many times, wandered with my hood on my head and my earbuds in my ears to the administration.

When I arrived, I saw a blonde woman sitting behind the desk. "Name?" she asked, already irritated with my presence.

"Hannah Jacobs," I answered.

Less than five seconds later I was practically thrown a class schedule.

"Have fun on St. Johns," she said with a forced smile.

Being used to the warm welcomes they always gave me I just ignored it and walked away. I did not feel like going to- I looked at my schedule- biology anymore, since the school bell already had rung. That's at least the excuse I made up for myself.

I walked to the picnic table outside, that I had spotted while driving past it, and laid down on one of the benches. It was perfect weather; the sun was shining brightly and there was a cool breeze blowing. For the first time in a long time I felt at ease. But that was quickly disrupted when I heard a scream. I quickly sat up and looked around me.

Nothing

I had just started to feel comfortable again when I heard that scream again. This time I could spot the source. It was a girl and her boyfriend, who was carrying his girlfriend on his shoulder. With a sigh I went to my previous position.

Those damn couples

It was the same at my previous school; couples who could not keep their hands from each other. I had no problem with you if you were just kissing, but I did not want to see you fucking right in front of me.

I looked around again a few minutes later. When I was positive that I was alone, I started to dance. I just couldn't help myself when my jam was blasting into my ears.

"Ehm..sorry, but you're dancing on my spot."

I immediately stopped moving and spun around. Before me stood the screaming girl whom I had seen before. She tried to keep her face straight, but I could see that she would burst out into laughter at any second.

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