The Russian Cat

|| Chapter 1 ||

I was walking down the hallway searching for my class when I heard my phone ringing.
I quickly shut it off and continued walking down the big hallway. I passed some kids, I could feel their eyes starring at me and could hear their muffled whispers. I could feel the anger growing in me.
Although it definitely annoyed me, I kept searching for my classroom and to my delight, I stumbled upon it in no time. I reached the handle and opened the door and to my surprise, I just stood behind an angry-looking blonde boy who was screaming.
Okay, that wasn't so weird giving the fact that the majority of the people here were irritating but still, that was a harsh way to act.
I tried to find an empty desk by scanning the classroom and when I eventually saw one I found another problem that I should deal with, the angry-looking boy that still hasn't noticed my existence. He was definitely getting on my nerves.
I cleared my throat:
"Hey, could you please move your tantrums elsewhere I want to go and take my place."
He slowly turned to me and his crimson red eyes pierced thru mine but I didn't give up and continued maintaining the eye contact. I shortly discovered that he was a bitch.
He scanned me from head to toe and gave a not so pleasing reply. I honestly didn't expect one in the first place.
"I don't take orders from a girl." He aggressively responded.
At that point, the whole class was watching us like we were some clowns on a stage but they weren't laughing, they were somehow terrified.
"Okay, at least take advice: Shut that big mouth of yours," I replied with a death glare to him.
"Or what? Are you going to fight me?"
"I'd rather not associate myself with rats" and with that, he snapped and when I looked in his eyes I could feel the pressure of an entire bomb.
I was instantly disturbed by some murmurs and turned my back to the aggressive teenager in search of that one annoying silent voice. I was sick of all the whispers, the blonde guy was the only one who actually had the dignity to speak to me like a somehow normal person, not behind my back.
When I turned I saw that the door to our classroom was ambushed by boys and girls from other classes and the red-eyed crazy boy saw it too and of course, he got more aggressive than he was untill then. To be honest, I couldn't blame him, they were pissing me off in such a bad way that I snapped.
"What the hell are you starring at, nerds?!" I screamed but realized that I wasn't the only one. The ash-blonde haired boy and I yelled at them in unison and that made the kids startle and shortly after they vanished. I was also shocked.
As soon as I turned my back to the door, our teacher, Mr. Graham just made his way into the classroom and told us to sit down.

Credits to Myra_Anderson for editing my text