The Cursed

The Cursed - Chapter Three

chapter three

i closed my locker gently and was confronted with blue familiar eyes. Andrew.

'hey,' he said and leaned on the locker besides mine.

i nodded and started walking to my first class.

andrew followed beside me and smiled.

'so, i don't even know your name yet,' he said. 'what's your name?' he asked.

'erica. i'm erica fox,' i said without looking at him.

he smiled again and nodded to himself.

we entered the room. it was still deserted. we both took our seats. we just sat there awkwardly, not trying to make any conversation.

i took out one of my notebook and started composing a melody.

andrew turned his head in my direction and tried to peak but i covered it back immediately.

he pouted. 'no fair,' he said.

i smiled.

the bell rang and students started coming in. i brought my hood up, hiding my face.

andrew gave me a questioning look but i just shrugged and continued writing the melody i was composing.

when the bell rang, i immediately took off and went to my next class.

when i entered, a couple of students were already there. they all glared at me and gave me nasty comments.

'guess who decided to show up once again?' Lara, a bitchy cheerleader asked her friends.

'the freak,' they all said in a chorus.

i flinched and went to the back of the room where i usually sat.

i was about to sit when someone pulled the chair away from me and i fell into my butt.

everybody started laughing.

i looked up and saw lara holding my chair.

she smirked. 'sorry freak. i thought it was my chair. but i can't possibly have a chair full of freak germs, can i?'

everybody laughed again.

i sighed heavily. 'bitch,' i thought.

'what was that? did you say something?' lara asked in a cold voice.

then i suddenly realized that i blurted it out. oops. my bad.

Lara suddenly grabbed my hair behind my hood and started pulling it.

ouch.

i grabbed her hand and tried to pull it away from my hair but the pain only got worse.

no.

not again.

then the teacher came.

'what is happening here?' mrs. o'hayden yelled at us.

'it's her ma'am,' lara pointed at me. 'she suddenly attacked me.' then she started crying. fake.

mrs. o'hayden glared at me and said, 'out! detention at 5.'

my jaw dropped. seriously? no! i didn't do anything!

and that's it. i couldn't do anything. instead, i grabbed my bag and left.

when i passed by lara and her friends, lara put her foot in front of me and i tripped. everybody laughed and even the teacher chuckled.

'now who's the bitch, doggy?' lara whispered to me and laughed.