Riley's POV:
The office was really nicely decorated. There was a chubby, old man sitting on a black chair behind a huge desk. He smiled really brightly and it kinda makes me very uncomfortable.
"Good morning miss Hamilton." Mr. Chubby suddenly spoke. With my head down low I lift my hand and waved. I couldn't see his face because I was facing the the wood floor, but I know he wore a questioning expression on his face.
"I see you're not very talkative, but that doesn't matter," I lifted my head a little to see his expression and he looked a little disappointed. Not that I care. I've never talked since I was 9, cause my dad said that I sounded too much like my mother. Every time he heard my voice he would beat me up until he saw blood.
"You're first period starts in about 10 minutes so I should maybe hurry and give your schedule." Mr. Chubby spoke in a bored tone. I stepped closer to his desk and he handed me the sheet of paper. "Oh thank you for asking! I'm Mr. Wiltonson." He sarcastically spoke and I rolled my eyes. Before Mr. Chubby decided to speak again I stormed out of the office.
Well I just made a great first impression!!
Note the sarcasm...
I checked my time table once I was back from where I came in.
Science
Math
English
Lunch
Arts
I mentally sighed and started to find room 237 which would be the science lab I guess.
A loud bell rang and I still couldn't find my way to the classroom. Well this sucks. If I'm late the school would call my father and he would probably be drunk as always, then he would beat me up even more when I get home.
I panicked and started to basically run through the hallways until I hit something; more like someone. "The f#ck?!" A deep (and kinda sexy...lmao nvm) voice growled.
I stepped back and tried to walk the other direction until his hands grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain but luckily he didn't hear anything. "Don't walk away bi*ch! Apologize!!" The deep voice commanded. I shook my head and tried to snatch my hand away but unfortunately his grip was way to strong.
"Don't ignore me!" He growled and I flinched. Suddenly I felt the cool metal lockers hit my back. I didn't look up to see his expression but I knew there would be fire in his eyes. He stepped closer and slowly reached for my hood. I needed to hide. I needed to do something...
"Take off that damn hoodie and apologize!!" What the hell is wrong with this guy??!!
Thankfully I was saved by the bell. I sighed in relief and that's when it hit me; I missed class. "This isn't over..." the deep voiced threatened and walked away. I just realized how much this jackass sounds like my father. Chills run down my spine thinking of my father and what he would do to me when I get home.
I shook my head trying to ignore the thoughts.
The hallway was filled with people and I kept my head down as usual. Loud footsteps came running towards me as I was walking down the hallway.
"Hi!!! Are you lost? I can help you!! What's your name? Omg!! Can we be friends??" A sudden high pitched voice filled my ears. I lifted my head a little and saw a short red head.
She was beautiful. She had beautiful green eyes; tinted with yellow. Her skin was a light tan color with a few freckles. She wore a black lace dress that really complimented her perfectly formed figure. I didn't see any scars on her arms or on her face. Must be nice...
"Hello?" I snapped out of my thoughts and remembered I was starting at her. While lowering my head I nodded and handed my schedule. I guess not everyone in this school is an ass... well I was wrong.
"Ha!! You seriously thought I would help a loser?" She through my schedule on the floor and then spoke again, "Omg you're so pathetic!!" She evilly grinned and strutted down the hall.
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Teen Fiction-whelve- ~to bury something deep; to hide~ • • • "Don't ignore me!" He growled and I flinched. Suddenly I felt the cool metal lockers hit my back. I didn't look up to see his expression but I knew there would be fire in his eyes. His stepped closer...
