The sharp drops of water pelt my skin in stinging rivulets, cooling my scalp and cascading all the way to my feet. The little amount of blood I couldn't wash well last night, rushes into the drain, disappearing for good.
I turn off the shower, slip on my robe and emerge from the foggy bathroom to see Ms. Beatrice placing my uniform neatly on the bed. The old hag bows nervously when she sees me.
I place on a fake smile. " Oh my god, Ms. Bea, I told you not to bow down in front of me. It's humiliating, " I chuckle.
She smiles, revealing yellow teeth. I feel like throwing up, covering it up instead with a goofy smile.
" I'll leave you to change then. " She bows again and leaves. Her awful scent follows her out the door.
I turn to face the crisp uniform in front of me. Slipping out of my robe, I put on the attractive uniform, tousling my hair around to acquire a disoriented look.
The best way to confuse people.
The old man is heading for the door when I come downstairs. He stops at the sound of my boots, should have worn sneakers.
" Good morning father. "
He looks over his shoulder, frowns. " Didn't see you last night. Where were you? And when did you come back? "
" I came early, sir. "
He smiles, adjusting my blazer collar, then as quick as lightning, he slaps me hard across the face. I pretend it's painful than it actually is and fall to the ground. That makes him sink his teeth into his lip.
" Do not lie to me, you brat! What a weakling. He's gonna inherit G&G someday? Over my dead body! " He storms out the front door.
My appetite disappears and Adams, my driver, takes me to school.
I have to admit, school makes me sick. The process of just seeing people makes me sick. The fakeness, the pretending, the lies, I hate it all and I wish I could just burn all of them.
The smell of wet grass fills my nose as I walk through the front yard, heading for the entrance doors. As I expect, news about Nicole's death has spread like wildfire, everyone more afraid of the said ' wolves '.
Don't get me wrong, I know there're wolves up in the woods, but they're not the actual killers. I am. And it's about time someone realized that, I was getting bored playing hide and seek.
" Jasher! " Growls that asshole Colson. Really I don't know what's his deal, that I let you beat me up doesn't mean you should turn it to a hobby.
I halt in my tracks, then shakily turn to face him. Oh great, he's got his goons by his side. You know, they actually fit the jock stereotype, but we don't play football here so.... They'll be bad boys instead.
The childishness is appalling.
Colson grabs my blazer, his face very close to mine. No seriously, I can smell his breath, he had waffles for breakfast.
" What's up, Jash? How was your weekend? Go golfing with your dad? "
" N-no. "
" Well, today's Monday and you know what that means. I expect to see my cash by second period, or else.... "
Or else what? You'll beat me? Boy, I could separate your skin from the bones if it wasn't illegal.
" Y-yes, man. I promise you'll g-get your money. "
He shoves me away. " Get outta here. "
I scurry away, taking a sharp turn round the corner and I stand straighter, the fear on my face gone in an instant, replaced with cool rage.
This little play ain't cute anymore, but it's not his time yet.
The bell jingles and I head for class 11-B to collect the file principal Wright asked for.
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