Study hall is my favorite period of the seven. I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want to. I can use my phone, sleep, or occasionally I even take the opportunity to skip that class cause no one really cares, if they even notice in the first place that is. I am sitting in the very, very back seat where the room is a little dark from the shadows. I pick a song that I have loved for ages, "Sail" by Awolnation. It is a little dark but it really matches my mood. I tap my foot on the lone desk in front of me and I sit there ready to fall asleep. I stare blankly at the wall next to me. Yup, it's just about as interesting as shit but I could care less. It's better than looking at the dumb people who don't know what they are talking about anyway. I feel an itch on my nose but then remember that it's just my stud. Why do I keep forgetting?
The phone rings and I watch Mr. Rants walk over to the phone on the wall. He answered it and looks around the room till his eyes land in mine. He hangs up and I am now curious what the person on the other phone had to say. Was it about me?
"Abigail, you are excused from class." He says with a little enthusiasm as if he was happy I had to leave.
"Who was it? Did they say who they were?" I look at him confused while I swing my backpack over my shoulders. I wasn't expecting to leave today, something must be wrong.
"I believe it was your mother calling for you." He says as he sits down in front of his computer and starts typing away. Great, what could she possibly want?
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I push open the doors and walk outside looking for who I thought was my mom. All of a sudden something jumps onto my back. I let out a little shriek of surprise and grab the wrist of my attacker. I pull their wrist side ways and yank it revealing Alex squeaking in pain.
"What the fuck is wrong with you you crazy bitch?!" I shout at Alex. Actually, I should technically be thanking her for pretending to be my mom.
"Calm down. I needed to leave school to help my dad move in and we kinda got into a fight so I left. I was too mad to go back to school, but I wanted to do something to channel my anger... So... Want to hear my plan?" Her face lights up and her little dimples push out.
"Yeah, anything right now is better than being here. Everyone here is mean and out of their right minds," I nod at her.
"I brought your spray paint and skateboard you left in my car last time we went." I start to smile at what she started to say.
"Hell yeah! Let's go now!" I shout a little too loudly and hold my breathe hoping no one heard me through the open windows into jam packed classrooms. We speed walk to Alex's car and dump all my binders and books out of my backpack onto the seat. I stuff as many colors as I can into my bag and shut it tightly. I fling my bag around my shoulders and slam the door. I grab my board from Alex's hand and toss it on the ground. Alex and I have been skating since we were little. I push off the ground and we head off to find a nice train car to graffiti on.
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It's foggy and a little hard to see but it's bearable. I pick up my skate board and Alex does the same. We jump the fence and enter the rail yard. We cross some empty rails until we find a nice plain car that was in need for some decoration. I twirl my pack down from my shoulders a rip out a can. I didn't care what color so I just picked a random one. I shake the can and go to work. Alex does the same.
"I love graffiti, I can write what ever the hell I want and no one will know," she continues spraying.
"I guess. I don't have anything better to do," I sigh remembering how boring my life is.
"Dude, stop making so much noise. Someone's going to hear us," I look at her confused as she accuses me.
"That wasn't me dumbass," I say cautiously. Who or what made all the noise? I look around to see no one there.
"It kinda sounded like laughing," Alex looks at me.
"Wait, I think I hear it again," I whisper softly to her. My heart is pounding and I get a mini anxiety attack. I zip my bag up and quickly fling it over my shoulders preparing to leave if needed. For a second, it's completely quiet. I can't hear anything until a loud bang rattles my spine. I stare at the direction the boom came from and see a boy. Well, by boy I mean really big and strong badass that could easily tear me and Alex to shreds with his pinky finger.
"What are you doin sweetheart? Aren't you supposed to be in school?" He must have made the loud noise. He walks closer to me with his hand sliding on the side of the train car.
"Okay first off, I could care just as much about school as I do my fist destroying your 'beautiful' face. Second off, I have fought bigger girls than you honey. Third, there is one of you and two of us," I smirk right back at him with a devil look in my eye. I could beat his ass, it would be a close fight, but I have faith in my training.
His fist blows a dent in the metal frame behind me as he purposely misses to attempt to frighten me. He looked pisted by now and was not smiling.
" Maybe, instead of fighting you..."
"Um, and what would you think I would rather do?" I cross my arms not being intimidated at all.
"Well, I think you could guess..." He starts to evilly smirk at me. Um excuse me but hell no.
" You see these," I roll up my sleeves and slightly lift my shirt just enough to reveal about a dozen blue and purple bruises that I have earned during my fight last weekend. "I'm not your average girl. I can handle my self against wimpy 'boys' any time." I put my shirt back to how it was. No way am I gonna do ANYTHING for this loser.
"I was kidding about that," he try's to cover up his words with more words.
"Look dipshit," I look surprised as I hear Alex stand up for me, " you need to calm down and keep your panties out of a bunch. All we wanted was to destroy someone's property without getting caught and right now our chances of not getting caught doesn't look very good."
"Wait," he steps back a little and stares at me confused." Hold on, you think I'm here to beat you up?" He askes. I look at Alex and she nods.
"And use us as your slaves, yes very much so." My goodness Alex.
"Well I'm not. I'm just here because I'm supposed to meet," he pauses and thinks about what he should say." Someone," he squeaks out.
"Wait, you could of just asked us to leave. I mean, I need to get food before I go to my fight," I shrug my shoulders. He nods and I start to walk away knowing Alex was speed walking to stay caught up with me. I hear his voice as I walk away but I don't even turn around.
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Okay, finally introducing you to another soon to be main character. I hope this story is kinda of starting to take shape. Also, everything that I will ever right on watt pad will be on my stupid iPad mini so please forgive mistakes and such. I hate it when it fucking auto corrects something but doesn't tell me and then I publish something that makes no sense at all!
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