Life As We Know It

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

I opened the heavy metal door. Soon enough every single eye was on me. Why? Why would they treat me this way? Am I the only girl in this school who's deserved of treating this way?

Sure you are.

I pushed my glasses further to the bridge of my nose to keep it from falling as I walk while keeping my head down.

Suddenly I was forcefully turned by someone tugging at my backpack. I was shocked at first but kept my balance.

“Well. Well. Well.”

The pitched voice spoke. I lifted my head to see a girl staring back at me with a smirk. She had this long blonde perfect straight hair with a caked make-up face. She had this slim curvy body. She would be mistaken as a model. A slutty one to be exact. I don't even think she's wearing anything. Her crop top was so short I can see her bra while her shorts hung so low I can see her knickers. Slut.

“Victoria Lanes right?” I nodded slowly. Soon enough we've gathered a lot of audiences. Tell me this is not happening. Tell me.

Oh it is. *smirk*

“You! You slutty bitch! If you don't stay away from my boyfriend I'll slap you myself and I dont even fucking care if your his 'so-called' fucking bestfriend”

Okay first of all. Who said I'm trying to steal his boyfriend? Second. I don't even fucking know her! Third. Who's the slut here? She's the one who's wearing these clothes like a prostitute that every eye in this school can practically see her tits.

“I don't know what you mean?” I slowly whispered.

“Oh come on! Don't play dumb with me. Your bestfriend with Chris Campers right? My. Boyfriend.” she played her red polished nails on the tip of my wavy black hair.

Wait? Chris has a girlfriend? Since when? The last time I checked he didn't have a girlfriend. Since highschool. And if this is right, he could've done better than this freaking slut! I didn't know he had a taste in these girls.

“If that's what you want then I'll do it. I'll best be off. I don't want any trouble” I mumbled and turned my heels to make my exit.

“Woah woah woah! Were do you think your going love? I'm not done yet” she grabbed my wrist. I flinched at the sudden contact. She fucking touched my fresh open cuts and it burned. I swept her hand off my wrist and she looked at my movements in confuse but then her face hardens again.

“Listen” she suddenly tugged at a few strands of my hair causing me to scream in pain. She got it wrapped around her hand. It really hurt.

“When I say stay away from Chris. Stay. away. I don't want someone interfering my relationship with him especially a nerdy bitch like you”

With that she kicked me. Hard. So hard I fell to the cold floor whimpering. She kicked me so hard that I can certainly feel a rib or two cracked.  She just laughed and throw my backpack on my face then left. Everyone is just staring at me in disgust. Probably thinking I'm a bigger slut than her or just laughing their ass off in their minds.

The ringing of the bell cut their senses off and soon enough the hallway is empty. I was left their. Unable to move. I can't believe no one even decided to help me. Does this school even treats me as a normal student? No. Since from the start.

I came here for a purpose and one purpose only. And that is to achieve my career as a teacher. But just my luck. Look what I've gotten myself. To think I didn't even think of people in this school is this cruel. Everyone here practically bullies me. They treat me like I'm an animal. Even though its them. I don't have a friend here. Except for Chris. He's the only one who is willing to go with me in the same school. All of my friends from highschool studied in different places. But now. I guess he isn't anymore.

“Goodness Gracious! Are you okay?” a woman rushed up to me when she saw me lying on the hallway. I started to cry. Finally someone noticed me. She looked at me worriedly. Then I noticed. She was the nurse from our clinic. I think she was Beth?

“Dont worry dear. I'll help you get up” she swung my free arm over her shoulder and helped me get up. I was on my feet but I can't feel it. All I can feel is the pain coming from my rib. The pain is killing me. I can't help but stumble again and wrapped my hand over my diaphragm. I cried out a bit loudly so the nurse will know how much pain I was having. Goddamnit. I can't even stand up.

I can't quite make out what was happening. All I knew is the Nurse. Beth. Was starting to panic and called someone from her phone. She leaned towards me and said something I couldn't hear. Just when I saw someone running to us everything went black.

*****

I woke up from a killing pain shooting from my left rib. Thinking it would dissapear I got up by the help of my elbows. It didn't quite work. It hurted a thousand times now. I plopped down on the cold bed I was lying on.

“Fuckkkk!” I groaned and touched it. I noticed the part where my ribs is, which is just below my breast, is wrapped in what I guess is bandage and also both my wrist. Fuck. I think someone just saw my cuts. Just then the nurse earlier came inside the room. Maybe she heard me.

“Victoria Lanes?” she asks with a smile. I nodded.

“Victoria. I'm glad your awake. How is your rib going?”

Seriously? Is she seriously asking me this? I'll tell you what? No. I can't even fucking move! Apparently I've just gotten kicked in my fucking lungs and was left like a piece of shit lying on the floor! Now you tell me how my rib is going?!

But of course. I can't tell her that. She practically saved my life. At least I know how to respect people. Unlike some bastards here.

“No. How long was I out?” I managed to ask. Looking around the room trying to find a clock or something.

“About two and a half hours. You broke two of your left ribs and fractured one from your left too that's why your getting so much pain. I suggest you stay here for a while and I'll release you early from school. I'll just write a letter for an excuse for your classes, yeah?” I nodded with a smile.

She was about to leave when she stop and looked back at me. “By the way I wanna know. Who did this to you? This person needs to be suspended from what he or she did. Its very unexceptable” she said seriously.

I want to tell her it was my bestfriend's girlfriend. I want to tell her so badly it was Alicia Thomas a.k.a the number one slut here. But I just shook my head. An action that was made by the demons.

“I-I c-cant rem-member” that was certainly not me.

“Okay” she frowned then left.

I was left alone again. I looked at my wrist which is now covered by bandages, still a few blood stains was evident. Oh how I want to rip it off right now and grab my blade. I miss it. I miss the feeling. I miss my blade cutting my own flesh. And. . . with that . . . I started crying like an idiot. Again.

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If your wondering when will 1d appear in this story. I'm still planning on it. But maybe it would be in chapters four or five or so on. Just be patient. They will come! ;) Sorry for the short and crappy chapter.

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