Chapter One.
The bus jolted again, causing me to knock into the window. I grimaced at the pain and rubbed my arm. Ouch.
The screaming in the air would alert any other sain person on this planet but this is My Lady's School for Troubled Girls...other wise known as NANS. We're Rowdy.
Everyone her was thrilled to be here in Ireland. Sure we were here to see a recently discovererd cave (I have alot of mixed emotions wether im excited or not). Caves are cool. But really all the other girls are just excited to see all the Irish boys that will also be on the fieldtrip. We're an all gilrs school so you have to understand, not all of us are sluts. Come on! Irish Boys!
I finally tore my gaze from outside the murky window to glance behind, and that was my first mistake of the day.
There Ms. Perfect sat with her blonde curls pillowing past her fully developed chest, her deep hazle eyes laid right on mine. Plus her lips...omigod..once you saw them youll never unsee them. Its like, imagine a blind guy seeing what his wife looks like for the first time!
And that bitch ruined my life.
The girls squealed silently as we pulled up. Each and everyone of these bitches fixed their hair and flatend their skirt...or tried to make it shorter.Ms. Curry vice-principal of NANS shouted directions from the front of the bus pointlessly. No one paid her ay mind. I felt a little guiltyas i patted down my red lank hair and made sure my breath didnt reek. I mean im 17 and sexually active....and its been a while.
As i awkwardly sideways stepped into the aisle, i felt a little shove.
I didnt dare turn.
I took slow steps forward, following the girl in fornt of me.
Another shove.
My gaze sood cool and locked on the back of the girls neck in front of me. She had a tattoo of Captain Jack Sparrows face. Really?
This time the shove was hard and it knocked me into the girls back making me peck Captain Jack Sparrow.
The girl turned and caught me as i began to lose my balance.
I looked up at her witha gratified smile on my face, when she sturck my with an ice cold palm.
I tumbled into a seat, my face smashing into the metal plate under the window.
My eyessight automaticly became blurred and my ears started ringing.
"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT"
The words came like a puff of smoke mysterious and hazzy.
I felt skinny hands clutch my arms and yank me up. At that moment i didnt care about the pain or anything..not even the fact that the girl was strangling me. None of that appeared important or even made sense! All i could think about was Captain jack Sparrow and how hot he was. Tasty even.
God Jack, why cant you take me away?! Well sail the big blue and live off the waters for ages, rasing children!
I felt my shirt rip.
Please Jack...please.
My hair was yanked and a fist connected to my jaw.
"My heart was pierced by cupid" I murmerd
"Something, something, something...jolly sailor bones"
