Warrior High School

Dovewing

Dovewing's PoV -

The jail was so gloomy. The beds were so stiff and uncomfortable. My bunkmate was too violent and annoying. 

"Hey, weakling. What did you do to get here?" She asked.

"I'm here because my idiotic sister snitched on me for kidnapping someone and lying to authorities. It wasn't my fault. I didn't want to die!" I shrieked dramatically.

"Well well Miss DIVAwing, I hope you enjoy rotting and dying here.

"Well hi then. I'm Dovewing. Don't call me DIVAwing. I will snap your neck if you do."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Hey, DIVAwing. Here's something you could use while your here."

She handed me a small dagger. "If anyone bothers you, kill them. It's easy."

I smiled wickedly.

Then, I heard steps.

I would have thought they were the guards, but I know the sounds of those chunky, clunky, combat boots anywhere.

As soon as the heard appeared into view, I threw the dagger at the figure.

The figure screamed and fell to the ground. The dagger had hit her in the ribcage.

Dovewing smiled. Ivypool had paid her price.