School is hell. At least, this school. For quite a lot of reasons.
For one, there's the gangs. The two main ones, well, three if you count the merchants, are the E88, Empire Eighty Eight, obviously, a group of neo-nazis. Well, that's innacurate. There's no "neo" involved.
The other gang is the ABB, the "Azin Bad Boyz", they're an asian gang, who simply want control. Ignoring capes, they still made the school dangerous as all hell. Or at least, scary as hell.
There's the useless teachers, picking and choosing what students to listen to, and- "Hey! It's Taylor! It's a wonder she dragged herself out of bed with how she spews her guts every night!" Them. The trio. Emma, Sophia, and Madison. If Winslow was hell, they were my personal demons.
I headed to my locker, ignoring the smell, and the jeers. "-Bet she has to blow her teachers-" "-fatass-" "-Skinny bitch-" Didn't even make sense. Contradicting... I opened my locker- Oh god. Oh fucking hell.
I reeled, nearly vomiting. My locker was filled with... used... femminine... products. Rotten ones. Then the smell hit me. That was enough to put me over the edge. I keeled over, feeling it coming up... and hess shoved me in. Slamming the door. I hardly remembered what happened next, covered in... The things I was. I was angry, scared, disgusted... Passing out...
DESTINATION?
AGREEMENT.
TRAJECTORY?
AGREEMENT.
INTERSECTING. . .
I saw stars...