Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 30:
Don't You Dare
With the birds singing on this crisp November morning, I make my way up the steps towards the school's entrance. The handle of the double door freezes against my hand, causing me to pull it away before trying again with my hand covered by the sleeve of my jumper.
Not many people have arrived yet but then again I don't know many people who would choose to come into school early on a Monday morning. Especially now that the sun refuses to rise before we open our eyes, that's the worst bit, waking up to the dark abyss.
Principal Clark has arranged a meeting with me regarding my 'appalling behavior' from the scene at lunch on Wednesday. He'd been meaning to organise a meeting on Thursday or Friday but he'd been too caught up in paperwork, or that's what his email said. The problem with Oakmore's principal is that he hates confrontation and would much rather handle matters behind the closed door of his office.
I have never seen him deal with fights or bullying but I suppose when someone hits the girl who's dad has just paid a ridiculous amount of money to get back in, you must protect her at all costs. I can only imagine the uproar from Amelia's dad if Principal Clark had let me walk away free.
Walking down the cold, hushed hallways, a hand grips my arm with an alarming amount of force. The pull of this hand forces me to turn around, facing the perpetrator behind it.
"Am I going to need a restraining order or something to get you to stay away from me?" I ask, sarcasm rolling off of my tongue.
"Don't try and be funny with me Haywell." Amelia warns.
The few extra inches of height allows her to tower over me, her eyes narrowing, making sure I feel intimidated. Her grip gets harsher, causing the red colour surrounding her fingers to deepen.
"What do you want?" I say sharply.
"Is your meeting with Principal Clark this morning?" She questions.
"That's none of your business. Now I thought I told you the other day, stay out of my way." I snap my arm from her hold, turning around to get away from her.
"What are you going to tell him?" Amelia appears in my face again, this time refusing to let me past.
"The truth. I've got nothing else to lose and it'll be my pleasure to watch you trail your way back to boarding school." I fold my arms over my chest.
"Don't you dare." She lowers her voice, stepping closer to me.
For the first time, I spot the faintest bruise on her left cheek. It'll be from the slap. Steven was right, it must've been a good hit. The bruise brings me the confidence I need and I take a step closer towards her, ready for another fight if that's what it'll take to stand my ground.
