~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sway myself back and forth while waiting for the lady to turn her attention back to me. My eyes shift left to right, up and down in fascination. I focus my hearing on the pens crashing down on papers, air conditioning blowing wind from one side to another, and chairs squeak irritably. As she was typing down a few things in her dinosaur of a computer, I noticed one teacher eyeing me suspiciously. Maybe it was cause of my clothes, but whatever it is, he has a way of making you lose focus. "Robyn, Zarina. You say?" She slides back a little bit, squinting her eyes at me. I jump a little and turn my attention back to her. God was this woman blind also? "Yes ma'am." I say with the most fakest voice ever. I try and force myself to smile just to make it believable. She looks at me like I'm some hoodlum. "Well I'm surprised that you're in advance classes. Here's your schedule. Your first class is to the left and the third door to the right." She excuses me. Surpirse that I'm in advance class? Do I really look like a troublemaker? I turn on my heel and left the office. Such a pathetic excuse of a woman. I can't get a decent look here from any adults. I tuck my canvas bag securely into my arms and turn left. Third door..Third door... Found it. I take a deep breath as I stand near the door way. I stand, stiff as a board, while the teacher is explaining to them about a new student who's been home schooled her entire life. He tells me to come in and I do so. Everyone erupted in whispers as I take off my shades in a cool manner. What ever happens, DO NOT EMBARRASS YOURSELF. "Where ya' from new girl?" Says a guy in the midst of the classroom whispers. I eye him with my seductive look and smirks. "Canada." I say with a hint of sarcasm and he rolls his eyes at me. Such a baby. "Introduce yourself, please." My teacher says. I look and him and turn my attention back to the class. "Zarina Robyn." I plainly respond. Everyone is looking at me like I'm some kind of foreigner and I just scoff at the way they do. "You have any questions?" My teacher politely asks. I turn to him threateningly. "Actually I do. Why am I living in a world full of idiots? Especially some are within this class right now." I convey. He looks at me dumbfounded and I smirk. "Exactly." I sat on a desk next to the windows and take out a notebook. This act was pretty easy to do. Just act like you don't give two flying birds and they seem to make you famous with rumors. I focus my eyes outside the window and smirk. I just have to make it to lunch and I'll be safe. RING A few hours has passed since and it was lunch. It was like time flew by so fast. I walk to my locker, putting in my books and taking different ones out. Apparently, I had a locker buddy. Not cool. As I strut down the hallways, people making way for me, I finally arrived at the musty cafeteria filled with sweating jocks, annoying high voiced cheerleaders, sadistic guys, whining emos, and battling nerds. I look around as I'm holding my food. Empty table. Perfect. As I sat down, munching on my apple, I notice a few kids staring. I eat casually to let them know that I don't care. A few minutes have passed and noticed something that'll make my life a living hell. A few cheerleaders were making their way to me. Oh crap.
OMFG. Please do the next update. I'm having writer's block I'll be updating after the next one! SOOOO GREAT!
I will. I'm still stuck with composing a new song for my so called "album" for our project in music
Oh cool! G'luck! By the way, the next update is on the making. I'm staying up just for it. Music actually helps..
YAAAAAY! CAN'T WAIT. Yeah. I'm on the last verse. Here's a sample: (I Do) Yeah it was over We said our goodbyes But deep in my heart I just couldn't let you go, no... Did you forget her? Those tears in her eyes, Doesn't seem to end, Oh but did she love you, It just gotta be true, I'm still in love with you, I do, I do. ---- It's a song inspired by my hell of an ex. After We broke up with each other he had a new relationship and then he broke her heart for no reason
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So you're the new girl?" Said one of the cheerleaders haughtily. I look up at her with pure disgust. Do girls like this still exist?! "Apparently, Last time I checked, Yes." I say dryly and turn my attention back to my disgusting food. One of the cheerleaders slammed her hand down on my table and it's like time froze. Everyone was looking our way and whispering things. "Look. If you're looking down upon us, we won't tolerate it!" The back up said. My blood was boiling and I was on the verge of slitting all their throats open. I just sat their, not bothering to look up. "Raise your head when someone's talking to you!" Another screeched. That's it. I stood up and pushed the head girl back. "Take a hint. I. DON'T. CARE." I spat. Apparently, the cheerleader who I pushed back with such force, tripped and was furious. Her little clique gave me the cat eyes and helped her up. "How dare you! Do you not know who I am?!" She yelled. You can tell that she was really angry by her body movements. Her hand, balled into a fist, was swinging here and there. He voice, growing louder and louder. "I don't and yet, I STILL don't care." I glare. By now everyone was quiet and watching us with intent eyes. She was turning red with anger that I could literally see smoke coming out of her ears. "That's it!" She swung at me in such a girls manner that I started laughing. "You call that a punch? Well you know what, Have a nice nap." I say and swing at her and hit her square on the face. In that second, she was KO'ed. I snicker and shift my eyes toward the two girls and raise my eyebrows at them. They were scared to death and dragged their little friend away. I smirk and sat back down. As I do so, I feel an amount of eyes on me. I look up and see them staring. "Problem?" I say loudly. Everyone turned their heads down in fright and I just giggle. Scaredy cats. I check my next schedule. Physical Education.. I was supplied with my P.E. clothes right before I left home. I sigh. This is just great. I pick up my bag and went straight out and into the gym girls locker room. I look around and fine the coast is clear. I immediately undress and change into my P.E. clothes. I sit on the indoor bleachers waiting for time to pass. I watch as a few people come in and then my teacher. I stare intently at them without any means to stand up. I then notice where I saw that teacher before. He was the teacher that was eyeing me suspiciously. I stand up, hesitantly, and join them. I was assigned in the 100 meters dash and easily won it. As I was running, I couldn't help, but ponder on the thought of Mr. Reilly, the teacher. I sighed and was panting for my life. Did he know something about me, or what? A few hours passed already and it's leaving time. I watched as all these seniors hop on their car and chat over there. I NEED THAT. I waited and my limo arrived. Nearly a few kids fell on their faces, seeing me go in it. Was everyone such a commoner? I sigh and felt a migraine starting to develop. "Can you hurry and drive me home." I say as I hold my head in my hand. "'Tis all, ma'am?" My driver says. I nod and he follows my command. I look out the window. Well that's one bloody hell of a high school. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Il mio scrivere è terribile! (My writing is terrible!)
OMG. So nice. And who's the gym teacher? Do remember she's in a private school. Well, we can make it public. Woo~ So ******. <- cheerleader.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Feeling rage all over me I quickly got out of the limo and entered the house. Mr. Chan wasn't around at this time. I stomped my way to my room as I mumbled something that I found pretty much idiotic. I slammed my door close as I threw my bag at the bed. I never imagined that this kind of thing will happen in high school. But it's exciting. Yet, I hate it. I hate it when someone messes with me. That bitch! I just wanted to strangle her at that moment! I changed to my sports wear and grabbed my iPod and made my way outside. I breathed the air of Beverly Hills in 90210, the wonderful flowers smelled good. I checked the laces of my shoes and tightened it. Time to go for a run. It's a quiet place, yet if there are paparazzi my ears go BOOM. Pretty much exaggeration, yes. I ran like a wind trying to take the stress and the madness I'm feeling. And then... I remembered. William Slater... I forgot to look for him. I stopped and sighed, it's fine, I'll look for him tomorrow. I was sweating so much, and decided to go back home. As I walked home, I enjoyed the view of the sunset. I've been living a comfortable life, yet it's pretty rough when you look at it deeper. The fact that I've already killed people is not nice. The fact that Mr. Chan teaches me "evil" stuff is definitely not nice. As I opened the door Mr. Chan looked at me fiercely, "Where have you been?" I sighed and emotionlessly spoke, "Ran." "Did you forget our training?" His voice raised. And that's what I hated the most. If he raises his voice, I'm dead meat... unless, I do something that he would never think I would do yet he'd be proud of. "God dad! Give me a break for a second. I went running okay? High school is ******* bloody and it pisses the hell out of me. I forgot! Fuck my life." Was my acting a bit too much? My voice almost broke but luckily I got through. He smirked, "go to your room, child. Let's talk about this at dinner." Yeah, pretty much Mr. Chan likes to be talked back to. Well, not really. In the sense of me, actually. Because I've never rebelled on him. He wants me to be like HIM. LIKE HIM. He wants me to say bad words. I wonder why. I know somewhere deep in his heart he has a soft side. I acted as if I was still mad, stomping my way through my room, I jumped in my bed and cover my head under the pillow. Dear Jesus, help me.