Alicia's P.O.V
It's been a week since I moved to Manhattan ,from Texas. I'm living in a really beautiful house ,all alone , which I've got for rent. It's on the street next to the street where Silicon High is. It's a duplex house , has a huge garden , blooming with flowers. But the most striking feature, according to me , is the rooftop.I've grown in love with this rooftop. Every time I'm feeling sad or feeling alone , I sit on the rooftop and all the negative feelings disappears. Every time I sit here , a huge rush of nostalgia washes over me.
I'm sitting on the rooftop, watching the sun set. It's beautiful and I remember the times I've spent with my brother. A drop of tear , falls off my eyes. I put on a façade in front of others, but right now , I'm free to do anything I want. I cry like shit, hoping to get the crappy sadness out of me. But again, whatever I do to forget my one hell of the past, I just freakin' fail miserably.
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I open my eyes to see the time. Oh shit! It's thirty five minutes past seven and school is in twenty five minutes. This is one of the many reasons I hate to disguise as a student. And that too a nerdy one. Nerds are always early to school. Me on the other hand............. Well at least I tried to wake up early. I usually wake up at twelve in the noon or something.I quickly got ready and swiftly ate my bread and Nutella. I grabbed the necessary books for my day (and to keep it in the locker later , I suppose. I'm not sure whether nerds carry books home daily to study.) I ran out and stopped in my mid tracks. I almost forgot my geeky glasses. I ran back in , grabbed it and headed out. I was about to jump onto my cool Hareley Davidson bike , but I forgot the awesome fact that I was supposed to be a nerd and not a cool freak. I sighed and ran to the school. Thankfully, it was on the next street.
You maybe wondering how the hell I got into the school all of a sudden in mid-year. Well, the answer's simple- pay a lot of cash. How did I get a lot of cash? Harold Adams, Troy's dad. I went to him as a poor girl, who didn't have money to join school. I wanted to join Silicon High because you get good scholarships when you graduate from there. He has this organization of helping the poor kids , you see. How did I get his address? Serial killer perks.
The only thing I'm not understanding is that why fathead wants me to kill Troy. He didn't even tell me the reason. Revenge, maybe. But for what?? Dunno.
Fortunately I wasn't late. The school was........huge. I was staring at it with my mouth open. Well , what else should I have expected? I'm going to murder a son of a multi-billionaire.
The setting though ,was like a typical cliché high school. Guys pinning pretty girls to the lockers, queen bees roaming around in short skirts with their followers, and ....I took no time in finding my target too. Being a popular guy, he must be followed by girls ,whispering call me. So this guy with a dark brown hair and eyes a brilliant shade of blue must be Troy. The freakin' fathead didn't even give a picture of him.To confirm that he was Troy, I approached him. It was difficult to get to him because of the crowd surrounding him ,as if he is a celebrity.
Did I mention that once I almost killed Justin Beiber because I couldn't bear his singing. Sorry to all his fans. You guys (fans) are lucky that Julian pulled me out of the concert and prevented me from doing social service.After a good five minutes , I finally got to him." Excuse me, are you Troy Adams?" I asked. All the girls surrounding him gasped as if I had committed murder(though I was about to, obviously), and stared at me as if I was crazy.
He mocked a horrified expression and then smirked. I don't what's with the popular guys always smirking." You do not know the great Troy Adams? !Even the people from the Trojan War know him! " a girl shrieked.
I felt like giving a tight slap to that bi*ch. She had this serious problem of over-exaggerating. Instead I bit my lip , composed myself since I didn't want to reveal my identity."I just joined school today, so yeah....um.....I ......uh......I wasn't sure who Troy was" I imitated as if I was a freaked out nerd.
" Oh , so you are already fascinated by me , and have come to me to confess your love at first sight, huh?"he asks.
Right now , I'm so very resisting the urge to punch his nose and dishevel his pretty face.
I reply in a dulcet tone " um.... No...... It's just that your dad....I wanted to thank your dad because he paid my school fee and so please convey to him that I'm really , really grateful to him."
"But dear, I live in a separate house with my brother and not with my dad." He replied cockily.
Like hell I care. I just wanted to confirm you were Troy , dumbass."And you are this nerdy-birdy who has come to this school for scholarship I see"he mused.
"Wow Troy, you speak in a rhyming way and that is sooooooo cool!"the same Trojan girl said this. She is making me forget my purpose of coming here. I've come to murder Troy not Trojan girl.
"I know, dear Lisa. I'm just like how you are"he replied. She blushed and giggled.Ugh, their flirting was making me sick. It's as if I swallowed my own puke twice. I'm pretty sure their asses are jealous of the amount of shit coming out of their mouths.
"So I've gotta go. Bye!" I say and rush out of there as soon as I could. I still couldsee Troy smirking even without turning back.
That guy is seriously infuriating me. It's gonna be soo much fun killing him and maybe that Trojan Bi*ch too (yes people , I've made that her official name now.) I feel as if I won't regret coming to Silicon High to wipe out the two goons out of the face of earth, in the near future.
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A/N
I know the prologue was weird but at least I hope this chapter was a teeny-teeny bit better than it. Please say yes.
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Plz.......looking at all of you with puppy eyes.
Love you all and thanking you for taking time to read my book.
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