Stains

Chapter 1 - RUNNING

A bead of sweat dripped down my fear-stricken face. I could feel his stare boring through the box and into my back, even though he is already gone. I pulled my knees closer to my chest and buried my face in my thighs. I had to scrunch up more or else they would be able to find me. And by they, I mean the delinquents at this school, a gang of sorts I guess.

I had made a deadly mistake when I had accidently spilled my coffee on his shirt when I bumped into him. And by him, I mean the worst, most vicious, delinquent there is. "The boss of the bad" you could call it. He also had other names like "The Death Reaper", or even "The Devil". He was known to be merciless, and cruel, as I am known to be an idiot.

I was walking down the sidewalk and actually, it was all his fault, because HE was the one who cut me off, and made me trip and spill my latte, but by now, I am pretty used to being blamed for things. I am often called a floor mat, because everyone "walks all over me" but thats only because I am a girl in an all boys school who is weak minded, and very cowardly.

First of all, I am in this school because it is inexpensive, so I wouldn't have to make my family pay loads of money just so I can go to school. And the school is also very fancy, plus is provides somewhere that can give me help in my studying. Though I maintain A's, I have a big procrastinating problem. Then again, this probably isn't the best time to be talking about this subject.

Considering I made a fearsome enemy on only my Third day of school, and I already had to run for my life against the "bloodthirsty wolves" at this school, I decided to find a way to get home and to school, that didn't walk past all of the boys dorms.

I am living in the girl dorm, which is a very luxurious cottage, right at the end of the street of dorms, so on my first day I had no choice but to walk right next to the boys dorms, and that ended up causing me a boatload of grief. Today is my third day, and I had been traveling through a secret path that went through the park, to avoid catching the attention of anyone around me, but unluckily, the Boss of delinquents happened to travel the same way, and thats when I bumped into him and spilled my coffee all over his shirt. When I tried to apologize, all of his goonies began to chase me. That lands me right about here, where I have run to, fearing the worst.

Currently I am hiding in the storage room at school, which I had run to and hidden inside. I am scrunched in a ball behind some boxes, and not hoping that I will have a short life. A pit pat of footsteps neared the door, and my entire body went rigid with fear. I could hear them conversing and I could distinctly tell that there were four of them. I have unusually good senses, may that be smell, sight, hearing, touch, but my reflexes... suck. My parents tell me I have great reflexes, but thats only when I am in "DG Mode". It stands for "Death God Mode". Its a name my parents gave to my skills. If I am angered, my mind snaps, and I really don't remember anything after that. All I know is that when I wake up, everyone around me is beaten to a pulp, but I know for sure that it just couldn't be me. It must be my secret ninja my parents hired for me. I'm just too weak and cowardly to have that kind of power.

As I listened, I covered my head, knowing that something was coming. The door was slammed in and crumpled into a ball just near my face. A hand grabbed my hair and roughly tossed me aside. I landed in a dusty corner, and coughed as I inhaled some particles of dirt. The man came over and slammed me against the wall, and the wind was knocked out of me. As I sat gasping for air, something snapped. Not a body part, but a mental part. Something in my mind snapped, yet it was a familiar sort of snap, like it had happened many times before, though I couldn't put my finger on it and pinpoint what it was.

My vision had dissipated by then so there wasn't much I could see, but I remember something colliding with my fist, and as I brought it back, it felt wet. I must have punched a glass of water or something because it was dripping. And thats all I remember. The rest, feels like it had been wiped away. I remember my body moving, but I'm not fully conscious during this. The only senses that aren't perfectly vigilant are sight and sound, but I definitely can feel at least a little bit of what's going on. After I punched the first thing, my mind laid to sleep.