Hey! So I know I should be updating my other story, but I am in a really rebellious mood today! So here is my new one! Enjoy! BTW I WILL be using foul language ONLY because it is how the characters are. I do not like this type of language, but I feel it is necessary to make them more, ya know, real. Don't like, don't read. Disclaimed
The school in front of me loomed large and ominous. It practically screamed "prison for really rebellious and out of hand teens". I looked back to the car that my parents had drove me in to drop me off here. All I could see was the dust the car created as it sped away from me. That practically summed up my relationship with them. Yeah, they seemed to like being distant.
I grabbed a hold of both of my gargantuan suitcases and began to lug them up the stone stairs towards the main door. Already, the head master opened the door to greet me (and probably make sure I didn't have a knife in my hands... although I did have one in my boot leg.) I analyzed the man carefully, scrutinizing his fit body, dark hair, and piercing gray eyes. I don't like him. He seems too... authoritative.
"Hello, Cameron. Welcome to Blackthorne and Gallagher Detention Center. My name is Mr. Solomon, and I am the headmaster here. Ms. Cameron will show you to your room and introduce you to your peers here." He said, pointing to a beautiful young woman and trying overly hard to seem kind and calm. I cannot stand people like this. Literally, our types of personalities fight more than my parents. And that is saying something.
"Piss off. And it is Cammie." I glared at him as I passed by. I may have possibly accidently shoved him a bit. Totally not my fault though.
"Cammie, we do not approve of that language."
"Oops. I meant fuck off. My bad." I smirked as I noticed a group of teens smirk and giggle.
TIME SKIP TO SEEING ROOMATES
"Okay Cammie. This is your room. On this floor, there are two rooms. All of you are 17 years old. Please don't start anything with them." Abby, as I figured out her was, pleaded me.
"No promises." I mumbled before slamming the door behind me. As I finally got a good look around the room, I noticed how NORMAL the room looked. Not at all what I was expecting. I thought there would at least be bars covering the window. Just then, I noticed three girls sitting in the corner of the room.
"So, what are you in here for?" An exotic looking girl with dark skin and hair asked me.
"Assualt, attempted murder, and robbery." I replied with a smirk. I wasn't exactly known for my kindness where I am from. 'And who are all of you and why are you here?"
A seemingly innocent blonde girl with pale skin spoke up first. "Hey there," she drawled "I sold drugs, the best, in Alabama. But I swear I never used them myself." I nodded my head showing that I was impressed.
"Macey, and I tried to strangle my parents. we don't get along." I smiled at the raven haired girl with piercing blue eyes. Looks like we have something in common. My head automatically turned to the next girl, the one who spoke to me first.
"Rebecca Baxter. call me Bex or I will rip you to bloody shreds. I'm in here for murder and assault also." She smiled at me and I confidently smiled back while plopping my bags on the available bed. I began to unpack and put my clothes in the closet when I noticed someone staring at me. I spun around only to find Macey grinning.
"Finally someone who shares the same fashion sense as I do!" I rolled my eyes and changed my clothes into an army green leather jacket, black tank top, ripped jeans, and combat boots. I reapplied my dark eye make up and put bright red lipstick on my plump lips. I brushed my long blonde hair and looked around the room a bit before it was time for dinner. Time to raise hell.
Hopefully you guys enjoyed it. please review, cuz it means the world to me. the more reviews, the quicker the updates will be. promise. Till next time
- LilyRoseLilac123