Love is really such a stupid word. Love makes no sense at all! Just love and everything would be in peace? Bullshit. I don't understand what people thinks about this love topic. I don't get why they have to DIE for freaking LOVE. It's plain stupid... Really. All those teens getting pregnant because of LOVE they say? How stupid can this generation get? Love is four words that totally defines idiocy. How could someone die for love, isn't that just... selfish? How could someone take a ****** bullet for a girl or a guy they love? All those stupid love songs are breaking my brain cells. Better not think about it Vik. I thought to myself as I wrote the daily entry on my diary which is a ****** project for creative writing. This is pretty sickening. This whole diary shit is plain crap. I slammed my notebook on my desk and dove into my bed. I closed my almond shaped, green eyes as I ran my white soft fingers down my long blondish hair with a hint of brown on the roots and as my highlights. I sighed, "What to do... Summer's almost over. New country, new city... Still not used to it here." We just recently moved to the Philippines, specifically, Cebu. Queen City of the south, they say. Why? Well, because my mom is half American and her dad which is my grandpa that's definitely American is sick and wants my mom to move in to the Philippines. If you wonder about my hell of a dad, he's probably somewhere in the suburbs of Los Angeles getting laid, high and drunk. Whatever. School's in a week. How do I fit in...?
It was Monday morning, exactly 6:00 am. I woke up as the ray of the sun shone on my face. This is what I hate about being near the window. I stood up and sighed, went to the bathroom and took a bath. As I finished I changed into my leather black jeans and a dark violet sleeveless top with black velvet frills o the end, I wore a leather jacket that was half body and half arm, I put on my black knee high converse shoes and put on my eye line and mascara. I stared at myself at the mirror describing each and every part of my face and body. Long buttoned nose, sexy body, I was about 5'6 and I still am 16 years old. Sophomore year in an international school, CIS (Cebu International School). I just hope they wouldn't take my rebellion too much. I had a percing on my lower lip, not in the middle but on the right side. I looked at myself again and the diary caught my attention. I wonder... That was still freshman year, creative writing class. And we have to keep it until now. Oh well. I looked at my iPhone 5 and sighed as I knew it was 7:08 am. Classes started at 7:30. And it was gonna be a bit long to CIS.
This is a different version of CIS, since I want this my way lol. ------------ My red and black checkered Lacoste bag was catching everyones attention when I got off the car. It was a special design for me. I might sound spoiled, but trust me, the girl you think is spoiled is definitely just another rebel. These stupid branded shits are totally not my style. I just want some Vampire Freak, Hot Topic items. Not some Chanel, Dior and blah blah blah! I just wish mum would learn what I want. I walked with my head straight going to the office. Eyes were on me and I actually liked it. I spotted some boys and some were cute, and some... Were... Uhm, to not hurt their feelings... Let's just say FIFTY FIFTY. I got in the office and stared soullessly at the secretary, "Viktoria Thornton." I said and flipped my hair as I smiled. She looked at me in amazement. Heh. I could even catch girls' attention. This is interesting. This is gonna be a nice year. "U-uh, wait a second Ma'm. I will give you your class schedule." I scoffed at the word Ma'm. What the freaking hell?! "K." I smirked as I rested my shoulder on the white painted wall. She gave me my class schedule and I sighed, first subject is English (Gawd, are they ******* serious?), then Biology (Hmmm... Okay?), third is Filipino (I definitely am gonna fail), fourth is Mathematics (Algebra, huh? Be good to me), and so on and so forth... Useless. I'm waiting for ART... I glanced back at the secretary and smiled at her, "Thanks, Hun." I smirked and walked away. As I walked out of the office I looked back at my schedule and glared at it when I saw that ART was only on Thursdays. Damn this. I sighed and just walked on the hallways looking for English. It was hot and cloudy, such a weird weather. It was silent already, where are the students? Of course, probably in class. The floor were tiles, the school is wonderful. And there's an elevator and... It's air-conditioned. I'm loving this school. I took out my iPod and my beats, I played Asking Alexandria and eventually the worst thing happened...
"Fuck! Watch where you're going!" I yelled as I got shoved and my bag fell on the floor, I picked it up and saw the most amazing hazel eyes. "I-I'm sorry," Tears fell, "I didn't look where I was going. I better go!" "W-wait!" I called out. I sighed and walked and walked, who was that? Such amazing eyes... "Where the fuck is that bitch?!" I heard a very raged voice. I was creeped out but then I kept going on. A girl came out of one room and looked at me head to toe, like she was judging me with her eyes. Her left eyebrow raised in suspicion and she smirked, "Hoi, bigaon! Kita ka ug babae na ni agi?" She spoke in a dialect, huh? And she thinks I can't understand? I laughed and glared at her, "Who the hell are you calling a slut? And yes I did see a girl who passed by, actually I saw a lot of girls today. What's your problem?" I said as I brought my right hand to my hip. Looking like a bitch I smirked again. I could see horror in her brown eyes, her shoulder length brown hair, probably dyed, swayed in the cold hallway. "U-uh, shoot. Sorry. I thought you couldn't understand." Her accent had a hint of Aussie in it. "What's up with girls being mean these days?" I sighed, "I swear if I'm gonna meet another bitch I'm gonna kill her." I threatened and walked away. I could feel her stare from far away. This was really gonna be a great year. I'm looking forward for it.