Unmasked

Chapter 1

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One more minute until I can leave this dreadful class I call math to get to lunch, my favorite part of the day. Not because I enjoy the schools disgusting food, you can't taste that horrible stuff if you don't even have money to pay for it.

No, no, lunch is my favorite because I don't have to listen to teachers talk about absolute nonsense, that won't come in handy in my life ever. Or maybe it's the fact the schools lunchroom is the only place where I can sleep.

Pretty funny the only place I can get some shut eye is in a noisy cafeteria with annoying kids sloppily eating their food, or disgusting teenagers making out.

It beats home though so it's fine, I'm not too worried about a kid punching me in order for me to wake up. I'm pretty sure if they did that they'd regret it soon afterwards, and I'd also end up getting suspended.

Just don't mess with me when I'm trying to sleep, easy as that.

I'm a pretty honest and straightforward person so I'll just tell you.

I'm afraid to sleep in my own house.

After he came into my room that night, and still continues to do.. I can't sleep. The room and surroundings just make me feel sick. I feel lucky whenever I get to.

Every time I shut my eyes I can still feel him on top of me, I can hear me pleading for him to stop but him ignoring me.

So if sleeping for an hour is all I get in a day, then so be it.

Brrrringggg

Thank god, finally the end of class.

I hurried to grab my binder and book while lifting my hood over my face to draw less attention to me, while attempting to walk out of the classroom.

"Quinn" my math teacher calls after me. I sigh and turn around slowly, "Yes, Amanda?" I reply back to her with a small smirk on my face.

She gives me a glare and quickly corrects me. "It's Mrs. Creeble to you." She says, still glaring at me.

"What do you want?" I groan, rolling my eyes. Let me get to lunch already lady.

"Students aren't aloud to wear hoods or hats during school hours.." She stops glaring and motions with her head to my hood being up.

"I don't think it's hurting anyone." I remark, before going out the door and making my way to the outdoor cafeteria.

I swear that some teachers just try to get me in trouble. She also wasted 1 precious minute I could've used for sleep.

I scan the cafeteria looking for a place to sit where no one else would be, I don't want to sit with anyone, let alone become buddy buddy with someone.

There's really no point in getting close to someone, when all they'll do is hurt you.

Sure, maybe having a friend for awhile would be good, but whats that quote? 'All good things come to an end?'

Might as well save yourself the heartbreak.

I finally find a small empty table in the corner of the courtyard, as I think to myself perfect. It's under a beautiful cherry blossom tree the school planted awhile ago.

It has some shade for me to hide under and go even more unnoticed.

I walk over there quickly before anyone else can take this perfect table.

Why am I obsessing over a table?

Damnit.

Just like I had predicted, sloppy teenagers getting food all over their face and making a complete joke, and mess of themself.

Maybe I can predict the future too, because there's the schools Star football player, Blake Graham making out with a girl.

The fakest, most plastic, makeup addicted, Victoria secret obsessed, bubble headed blonde bimbo all over him. Claire Wells.

How could anyone find her attractive? I bet under all that makeup she's even uglier. Of course I have nothing wrong with girls who wear makeup, I myself use it. It's just she uses her looks and power to hurt others, which I cannot stand for.

Like I said I'm honest.. brutally honest.

If I look at them any longer I'm either gonna throw up, or people will think I'm crazy.

I laid my head down and looked away from that. I felt drowsy and tired the second I put my head down, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

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"Wake up, slut." I heard somebody's voice from the other side of the table, along with them banging their fist on it.

Even though I was still extremely tired, and I didn't want to move, I wasn't going to take crap from anyone.

Oh look who it is, Blake.

"What the hell did you just call me?" I asked him darkly. I was about to completely lunge at him any second and rip his throat out if he didn't cut this silly little act. I stood up slowly, taking my hood down.

"I called you a sl-" I cut him off before he could make this mistake to even finish this sentence.

"You know it's pretty ironic actually." I laughed, but I wasn't amused. "I'm pretty sure you were the one with your tongue down that Kardashians mouth." I stated, looking at him dead in the eyes, slowly shaking my head.

"Were you watching us or something?" He smirked. "I bet you wish it was you, instead of her." He looked me back in the eyes, clearly amused with himself, and his snarky comments.

If looks could kill, he'd be dead right now, I was livid.

"The whole entire school was watching you make out with that clown, so I wouldn't get too cocky." I threw him off guard a little bit, he probably expected me to be stuttering, and running away.

Not here, I won't run away from these people. They don't scare me.

He opened his mouth to say something again, but I cut him off once more.

"I also wouldn't want to be her." I leaned in closer to him, "I'm not that desperate." Now it was my turn to smirk.

I picked up my binder and book and shoved him with my shoulder, walking out the doors to my next class.