This place was so full of shit. School sucked. Violet Harmon was not someone to give up on getting what she wanted. She figured if she kept crying to her mom she'd let her drop out eventually. She probably wouldn't even notice if she just stopped leaving the house. She stomped her feet as she turned down the deserted hallway. She always left out the doors no one else was at. That way if she accidentally let a few tears of frustration slip out no one would be there to mock her.
Today was different though. A boy was standing outside the doors. He had curly blonde hair and was smoking a cigarette. He was truly gorgeous but Vi didn't think twice about it. As soon as he saw her he waved her over to the door. She stepped outside and he caught the door right before it closed.
"Hey, thanks," he nodded at her. He had spent too much time waiting for someone to come out that way so he could get in the school.
"Why don't you just go in the front door?" she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why don't you leave through the front door?" he wittily replied.
"Fuck off," she grumbled. Her face didn't show any expression but as she turned away a smile crept on her face. There was something about that boy that she liked.
"Aren't you that girl that lives in the murder house?" She turned back and nodded slightly.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"I was just curious." He smirked and went inside.
His next actions caused a mix of blood and pain and a loud repetitive ringing in his ears. All the while he kept thinking about that girl. There was something about her that he liked.