Oh my god, no.
This can't be happening.
The hot-probably arrogant-transferee just stared at me, his circle of friends snickering as they glanced at me pleading at his mint green eyes.
My knees were trembling badly, and I was close to dying from emba...
The papers have eventually taken their turn of conceding, and I was very much thankful for that.
Iona smiled at me as she closed her laptop and stacked the papers neatly on the floor. They were already saved, so we can dispose of them now.
Gabriel-the president of the Student Council-entered the office in a hurry, his hair disheveled, and his shirt buttoned in the wrong holes. I secretly raised a brow, while Iona made it completely obvious that she was pissed.
"What time do you think it is, Gabriel?" she sassed, her nails tapping on her desk-showing her irritation. She even gave him a once over before rolling her eyes.
"Is that the reason why you're late?" Diana-the treasurer—stated as she entered. She was pretty—red hair, big eyes and freckles. She was nice, as well.
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Diana pointed at the president's wrinkled button-up. Gabriel's cheeks flushed red.
"This isn't what you think it is," he stated as he did the buttons properly and ruffled his chestnut brown hair.
"Yeah, right," Iona snorted. She stood up, pulled her sling bag with her and smacked Gabriel's chest with it, before she walked out the office. The president released a cry.
"You deserved it," Baron snickered.
Gabriel sighed, and shook his head. He glanced at the clock right by his desk, and saw that he was indeed late.
"Shit," he cursed, while I grimaced.
Why do people even say vulgar words like those? I mean, it's poop we're talking about. It's gross.
"Hey, Sec."
I didn't even realize that he greeted me because he was in a hurry. I don't blame him though. It's his problem with his dad, not mine.
"Hi," I replied quietly. As soon as I did so, the bell rang wildly, echoing through the once quiet halls, now slowly getting filled with chatters and laughter.
I stood up from my swivel chair, and fished for my wallet and phone. Lunchtime was the worst time for me, as people would always trip me or push me, and would always cause my tray of food to spill.
In other words, I never get to eat.
So, I rush to the cafeteria as soon as the bell rings-sometimes, even before it rings-and buy my food in peace before people see me.
"Lunch rush?" Baron spoke amusedly, as he calmly gathered his things. I was really in a hurry, so I nodded.
"Yeah, couldn't wait," I reply like always, and sprint to the cafeteria through the halls that were rarely walked in-for extra precaution.
I was really hungry, because I didn't even get to eat dinner last night and breakfast this morning because of the paperworks.
Good thing, those were out of the way, so I could finally eat.
I entered the cafeteria through the back door-the door where the staff and chefs walk in-and greeted the familiar cook that I always hang around with.
"What's for lunch today?" I spoke as the smell of food lingered in the kitchen. My stomach growled.
Kent chuckled slightly and gave me a tray filled with braised chicken, a banana, brown rice and a fruit shake. It all looked so tasty, but I furrowed my brows.
"Isn't this pretty heavy?" I questioned. He shrugged and pushed me gently out of the kitchen.
"Just eat it," he spoke then closed the doors on me.
"What was that about?" I spoke to myself as I walked away, but I wish I didn't.
"Hey, Gates," William Parker-the school jock-spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
'I should've never left the kitchen.'
I gulped, and tightened my grip on the tray I was holding. Parker advanced quickly, causing me to back away, but he stopped abruptly, causing me to mimic his actions. The soup from the braised chicken spilled, and dripped down my hands.
I winced, almost dropping the tray, but tightened my hold nonetheless.
My legs were trembling, and my hands were turning red from the boiling hot soup. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.
"What do you want now?" I spoke through gritted teeth. He smiled evilly.
Oh, god.
"You know what I want," he spoke, before he did the unthinkable.
I thought he was just going to slap my tray and make the contents spill on the floor, but no. He did something worse. Way worse.
I couldn't help it.
I shrieked in pain as the soup made contact with my skin, especially my eyes and my face. I could feel myself melting from the hot soup.
Through my pain, I could hear Parker laugh maniacally, and his goons snicker as I sobbed out. I tried to open my eyes, but I shouldn't have.
I shouldn't have done anything.
Aimlessly, I ran. I ran towards the place my feet led me to. I ran without guidance from my eyes. I ran and ran and ran until I gave up.
Rain fell down as I sat on the ground. I knew my jeans were dirty, as I could feel mud around me. The cry from the skies got louder, then I looked up.
With the help of the soothing feeling in my eyes, I was able to open them.
And then, I cried.
Over and over again.
***** Chapter 2 is out!
Yay!
Oh, and guys-the pictures I put in the chapters are how I portray what they look like.
