A twist of fate

Hell

Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong!

The bell sounded more like the ones you hear at Cinderella's wedding. Everyone was eager to get out of class. Especially, me. I couldn't stomach this new school. First day, and I'm already feeling sick.

Nausea is the word.

I went straight down the hall, with my face down, and one hand leaning on the lockers. You would have thought I was blind,eyes closed,trying to feel my way down the hall. I didn't care. My mind was fixed on reaching my destination, the ladie's room.

Once I got in, I entered one of the stalls and dropped the cover of the toilet sit. I sat there for what seems like ages. My ears were blocked. I couldn't hear. I shut my eyes and held my breath. Something I do when I try to calm myself or sooth my pain. Or anything to do with collecting myself, for that matter.

As soon as my dizziness starts to fade, I let out a sigh. Tears poured down my face as I inhaled a gulp of air. I could feel a headache coming on. I quickly released the bun plastered on my hair, and let thick volume of curls cascade all over my face.
Slowly, my ears began to function well. And all I heard was silence. Silence?! At lunch break? Wow! Maybe Gunlit Academy isn't that bad. Unless- I glance at my watch...

2:02 pm

Crap!

Lunch ends at 1:10, which means my third period starts around 1:30 pm. I'm half an hour late! I pushed the stall door open, stood in front of the mirror and splashed my face with water in a careless manner, leaving water droplets all over my loose curls. I zoomed through the exit and ran down the hall.
I hate being late. I'm the kind of person who always manage to arrive five to ten minutes before the due time. Before I reached the end of the hall, I pulled out my time table and looked through it. Oh my gosh! History class. Mrs Ebony.

I'm dead.

History.

I've been warned about her. Fayana Grace, the student sharing my dorm room went through the student year book as well as the rules and regulations of Gunlit Academy just last night. We went through the 'categorizing of staffs', she calls it. From mean to meaner. And Mrs. Ebony's name was at the top of category meaner.

I just finished unpacking when a leggy blond walked straight into my room, " I swear if you're not done yet I will -" Fayana Grace paused when she noticed me standing beside the door,arms crossed, with my eyebrows arched. She gave me a look over, " took you long enough." She skipped behind me and pushed me towards my bed.
I fell face first on my bed. Fortunately, it was puffy. Pulling myself up, I whipped my head to where she was standing, " what the hell?" I yelled. A smile appeared on her face, "It's Gunlit baby, you'll get used to it." She placed herself on my bed next to me, and before I could protest, she lifted a hand, palm facing me, " Spare me the drama". Then she started rambling on and on about Gunlit Academy and it's staff,"...the only other person you should not get entangled with is Mrs. Ebony. She's first on the list in category meaner. Heads up, don't be late to any of her classes. Pisses her off big time. Seriously.It's a big no-no."

I sigh at the memory, nurturing a dim ray of hope within me. Maybe Fayana Grace was just exaggerating. I approached the entry of my history class, ever so slowly. Wasting extra time.

Real smart.

As I approached the classroom, I could hear the booming voice of Mrs. Ebony, dripping with disgust. Someone's in a good mood.

Sarcasm. Pure sarcasm.

I took a step forward and tapped my knuckles on the wooden frame of the door. All noise ceased and all I could hear was my beating heart. It was as if the whole class was expecting a show. My palms were sweaty, my heart pounded against my chest. I took a deep breath and held it.

Ready my cascade.