I looked at my wristwatch. 5:06 am.
I walked my way towards the guy I beat a little while earlier. I squat, and I lifted his chin so that I could stare at him. “Piece of advice, if you ever cross paths with me again, you’ll find yourself lying in a coffin,” I scoffed. “You’re lucky enough I changed my mind to not bring you straight to hell. Now, get lost.” I spoke harshly and I watched as the guy tried his best to get up, and almost scrambled to his feet – running away.
“Dumbasses.” I muttered to myself as I made my way to my house.
I looked at my wall clock. Great. I still got 1 hour till school starts. I went to the bathroom, turned on the lights and stared at myself in the mirror.
Blood stains everywhere – on my clothes, on the corner of my eyes, on my hands.
I sighed as I wiped the blood stains away and cleansed myself by bathing.
It only took 20 minutes for me to bathe. I slipped on my uniform, combed my hair and put on a hairclip at the side of it.
I look so...girl-ish. But anyway, that’s who I am --- I mean..
That’s who my alter ego is.
Believe me, when I step inside the school, I transform into some girly girl. But as soon as I step out of it, I change into who I really am – a gangster.
But only I, my friends, which are Paola and Cj, knows about it. I’m not dumb enough to let others know.
I recall- Isabel, one of my classmates, is sort of gangter-ish too, but she’s really not a ‘gangster’ as they call it. She just likes to beat people. She enjoys the authority she has because maybe, well, they own the school.
I study in a special section they call M.S.O.P. I was put there. The acronym? Don’t even ask. Even if I’m like this, I care about my grades, excuse me. And yeah. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not – because the people studying under the M.S.O.P section have different personalities. As in different. But heck, I don’t know why and how we get along that well.
Ugh, enough story telling.
I walked in the room while painting a huge smile on my face. Paola greeted me back with a smile but my eyes roamed around, looking for Cj. “Where’s Cj? She hasn’t came back yet?” I pouted. Paola smiled sadly. “She’s still in Korea. Ugh, why was she even chosen to be the exchange student? I miss her already.” She pulled out a long face. “If she wasn’t chosen, then Gian wouldn’t be here.” I remarked.
