The drive to school was silent, long and boring but thankfully one of my body guards decided to stop for Starbucks. Once at school the 3 men surrounded me in a triangle 2 in front and one behind, as we walk into school students stop and begin to stare. The whispers start. As the 4 of us approach my locker I note the fresh spray paint across it, the big red letters spell out murdering whore. Sighing I ignore the writing and just open the locker wishing to disappear. My bottle of whiskey sits inside the locker, I eye it tempted to take a sip but my locker gets slammed shut and someone picks me up.
''You can't be late for class.'' A gruff voice says in my ear. Looking up I note that it was Jace and huff to myself. As we get to the entrance of my first lesson, he puts me down.
''Don't touch me again?'' I growl and push the classroom door open walking in just as the bell sounds.
I walk to the back of the classroom taking a seat. Gerald sits on one side of me and the other two guards stand at the back of the room. The teacher and students flood into the classroom. Everyone avoids me as I sit arms folded across my chest, the teacher looks over at me but says nothing. I don't know if I should be happy or find it sad. I don't pay attention to the lesson and spend my time doodling in my exercise book. Unfortunately, I am interrupted by someone sitting next to me. It was a girl I had never seen before; she had black hair and wore a black beanie. She looked over at me and sent me a huge smile, ''Hey I'm Hailey.''
''I'm Lucia.'' I send a small smile unsure of why she is speaking to me.
''Who is that next to you?'' She politely asks, Gerald looks down at me and I nod at him.
''One of my guards.'' Her smile never faulters and I raise an eyebrow. ''Can I ask you a question?'' She nods. ''Are you new or something?''
''No, I have been here for years.'' She chuckles out.
''Why are you talking to me?'' I question her suspiciously.
''Because I wanted to, you look like a nice enough girl.''
''Do you know what I've done? Or why I have guards with me?'' She nods apprehensively. ''So why?''
''Well, your lonely and I don't care what people say about you. They started the trouble anyway but you just over reacted and I'm assuming that's because it's what your used to. I won't hold it against you.'' I am so confused by this girl I don't get it isn't she scared.
''Aren't you scared? Or think I'm going to fuck your dad or some shit?'' I question.
''smettila di giurare o lo dirò al capo'' I look at Gerald.
(Stop swearing or I will tell boss)
''mio fratello non mi controlla'' I talk back at him.
(My brother doesn't controll me)
''ecco perché ha i tuoi dispositivi e ti ha impedito di fare ciò che volevi.'' Gerald is a child
(Which is why he has your devices and stopped you from doing what you want)
''stai zitto fottuto stupido bambino'' I stick my tongue out at the idiot.
(Shut up you fucking stupid man child)
Gerald just smirks in response and I turn my attention back to Hailey, who was just watching our interaction.
''What language was that?'' she questions clearly confused.
''Italian.''
''Well anyway, to answer your question I don't listen to rumours.'' She srugs her shoulders as she talks.
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Broken
Teen FictionA broken girl who fights all her own battles, alone. she owns her own mafia and people see her as sadistic, heartless and cruel. no one has ever seen the real her broken and in pain. Her adoptive parents are brutal and abusive, the only people that...
