"Have a nice first day at school, 'kay Kay?" Byrne Faraday said, a warm smile on his face. Kay looked up at her father.
"Of course I'll have a nice day, Faraday style!" Kay replied, grinning. Byrne chuckled and ruffled Kay's black hair. The two performed the Faraday handshake, and Kay skipped into her new school. As soon as she entered she was confused. All these doors and corridors, she thought. Kay sighed. Her dad couldn't take her to her new class as he had a case to prosecute that morning. She sighed once again, and wandered aimlessly. Every time Kay would pass by a nice looking classroom, she would knock, and ask if a new girl was supposed to enter the class. No such luck. After checking out all the nice looking classrooms, Kay tried out the dull ones. Unfortunately, her classroom was the dullest of all. It didn't help that the teacher was dull as well.
"Today we have a new pupil, Kay Faraday. Go sit over there, next to Matthew. Hurry up now." The teacher urged. Kay was quite astounded. When she'd been the new girl in other schools the teacher told Kay their name! Kay didn't mull over this for too long, for when she had trudged to the back of the classroom next to Matthew, he had poked her in disgust.
"I don't want to sit next to an ugly girl like you!" Matthew moaned, and shoved Kay's chair to the end of the desk, and she almost fell off. The teacher didn't appear to notice, and just ranted about maths. Kay's ears pricked up to the sound of maths. Byrne Faraday was very strict about maths, as it was an important factor in Byrne's secret career. For Byrne Faraday was none other than the Great Thief: The Yatagarasu. Kay had decided that she was going to follow in her father's footsteps.
"What is one hundred and forty four divided by twelve?" The teacher asked. Kay's hand shot up immediately, while everyone else were still working it out! Some people even had to resort to their calculators! Miss Whatever-her-name-is asked Kay to stand up and reveal the answer to the class. Kay did just that.
"Twelve." Kay answered proudly. The teacher looked at Kay with disdain.
"That is correct, but I am disgusted with you, quite frankly. You did not address me properly. Whenever you answer a question, you shall end it with Miss Stone. Do I make myself clear?" Miss Stone lectured. Kay hung her head, even though she knew that she wasn't the one at fault.
"Yes Miss Stone." Kay whispered sadly.
"Good. Now sit down, and do not say a word. My goodness, you must be the dimmest child in the whole of year four!" Miss Stone commented, loud enough for the whole class to hear. Very loud sniggers rang through the grey classroom, and pierced Kay's happy spirit like knives. Miss Stone handed out worksheets with lots of questions littered on them. Kay bent her head, and worked silently. She answered them faster than you could say 'Objection!' Kay didn't dare tell Miss Stone that she had finished, for fear of humiliation. Her demon teacher would obviously point out a flaw, like the handwriting was too scruffy, or a little bit of the writing wasn't on the line. Kay remembered her old teacher, Miss Hardcastle. She was so nice. She preferred to talk to the one at fault, rather than shout at the child. Unfortunately, Miss Hardcastle had died, and the replacement teacher was useless, so Kay's dad had moved her to this school. Kay wanted her old school back. She had already decided that she hated Greenfield Primary. A head adorned with blond hair suddenly came right next to hers. Kay jumped backwards, and instinctively karate chopped the head. Matthew yelped out in pain, and clutched his head. Kay looked at her hand. Wow, I never knew my karate chops hurt that much.
"What the hell was that about? I was copying your work, you dipstick!" Matthew yelled, and pulled on Kay's black hair, hard. She cried out in pain, and shoved Matthew in retaliation. He fell off his chair, and landed with a thump. The pair had caught the attention of everyone in the room, well, everyone apart from Miss Stone. Matthew stood up, his face red with anger, his hand poised, ready to strike. Matthew backed Kay up against the dull display wall. She lifted her hands over her head in protection, and very nearly cried. Fortunately the bell went, so Kay and Matthew had to retreat back to their seats. Miss Stone acted like nothing had happened, and dismissed the class for breaktime, whilst she went to the staffroom. Matthew dragged Kay outside, into a secluded part of the playground. They attracted a lot of stares, but no one said anything. In the secluded part, some other boys were there. They were obviously Matthew's cronies, because as soon as Matthew stepped into this area, the boys stood up and bowed. Matthew nodded approvingly, and shoved Kay against a pole. Kay let out a little sob, but no more. Matthew's cronies grinned thuggishly, and tied Kay up, rather roughly. One of them put duct tape over Kay's mouth, while another grabbed her wrist. Kay, knowing what was coming, closed her eyes and braced herself for the Chinese burn. When she got it, she couldn't hold her tears in any longer. Salty tears silently cascaded down her porcelain skin, while the thugs (Matthew is classed as a thug) jeered maliciously. Someone must be able to hear the jeers, Kay thought. She would've made as much noise as she could, but the duct tape over her mouth prevented her. After the thugs' little laugh they proceeded to beat her up. Each punch made her body feel like she was on fire. When they had finished Kay had lost a tooth, and bruises were almost everywhere on her fragile body. The thugs guffawed and left Kay tied up, broken. Nobody will find me, she thought. Kay remembered the parting words.
'We're not done with you yet.'
A single tear fell down the young girl's face. Today was the worst school day ever.
A/N- Poor Kay! I made this chapter up at camp. Tell me what you think in your reviews!