India's POV
I can't believe my mum drove me to school. Ridiculous. How did she know I was gonna bunk? Actually, that question was rhetorical.
I stormed into the main building and into the obvious office belonging to the principle.
"India Keegan, I assume?" the principle swivelled around in his chair to look up at me.
"Never assume, sir. It makes an ass of you and me." I raised a perfectly pencilled brow at him. He chuckled.
"Very good, Miss Keegan. Take a seat," he gestured to a wooden chair behind the desk. "Now I understand that you were expelled from your previous school, and why. You.. you set fire to it, correct?"
I sighed.
"Not the whole school, Mr... Whatever. It was only the end block with all the labs. I understand why I would get the blame for it, anyway. I was the one who pushed Dean Paxton into the bunsen burner. Long story short, Jeremiah told me that Dean was cheating on me with Charlotte Jones, who is a total slut. So in furious retaliation, I slapped Dean and pushed him, thus knocking the bunsen burner which set one of the flammable liquids on fire and then somehow it made its way to blinds, and then the carpet in the hall and wow, it was big mess."
"India..."
"Oh not to worry, sir. I can totally avoid setting the labs on fire here."
"Hmm. Well, on another note, here's your timetable -- if you look here, it tells you where to locate your locker. If you need any help, don't hesitate to talk to a teacher or a classmate. Also, don't be alarmed if you get called here again, we still have some matters to discuss. Have an enjoyable first day here, Miss Keegan."
With a flick of my hair, I was gone. I walked out of his office and the halls were crowded with -- ugh -- people. And then suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall by a group of passing A-List Wannabes. I roll my eyes and push back, trying to move the opposite way, before I get blocked by a fucking stampede of people. Well. When the world pushes you, you should push back. I stormed through the people roaming the halls, until I get to a door leading outside. I get out there and decide to have a quick cigarette before running to my next class.
I pull out my last fag before remembering that my mum took away my lighter. Shit it.
"Language," I heard a voice behind me. I didn't realise I said it out loud.
"That's nothing compared to what else I've got up my sleeve, darling," I reply, sarcastically. I turn around, and I the first thing I see is striking orange hair. Not orange as in ginger orange, but like dyed orange hair. Almost like fire.
"Need a light?" he smirked.
