Westfield High School
May 17th, 2010
9:30 A.M.
It's only first period, but I could already feel myself dozing off to sleep. The library was practically the most boring place in this entire school- but at least there was air conditioning. Every other room felt like a million degrees, and the California air was even worse outside. Not that I really had anywhere else to be- I had already been caught skipping twice. My dad, Ben, had grounded me, but I still found ways out of it.
My name was Violet Harmon, and I refused to be controlled. Especially by my screwed up, impatient, out of control family.
The clock was ticking rather loudly. I could hear every single second fly by, as if it was mocking me. The school was laughing at my ability to distract myself from work. In reality, I was really just thinking about the East Coast. My heart was aching for the familiar sights and noises of Boston. The snow that used to give us a white Christmas- not that I was very religious, but somehow it proved to be beautiful. People there actually had a decent taste in music. Not a single person in California had even recognized the name Kurt Cobain. It was disgusting.
My pencil tapped a few times on the desk, but that proved to be boring. Instead I moved my gaze upwards and looked around the library. There was some strange goth girl staring at the Fantasy books, and next to her was a boy I recognized. He had been honored for his academic achievement- honor roll- in the beginning of the year. In the table next to me were two very popular teenagers- Chloe and Kyle, who everyone knew were having sex on the weekends, although they would never admit it. Sickening.
9:35 AM.
5 minutes later, and I've still managed to do nothing productive. Maybe I can fail my algebra class and get sent to a different school. Somewhere where the kids have actual creativity. I hate Westfield- all their designer bullshit. Especially one girl in particular- Leah, who had decided to beat me up for smoking on public ground. It was total shit, anyone would agree, considering it was only my first week at the school. If she ever decided to bother me again, I'd send the cigarette to her throat.
9:45 AM.
10 minutes later, and I've written down a couple things. Some random words that have something to do with Ancient Greece. I'm rather drawn to Ares- god of war. His fierce personality reminds me of my own, as well as his spontaneous emotions. This is stupid of me to even be thinking of anything related to school. But ancient culture is intriguing.
10:00 AM.
15 minutes later, but I can't be doing schoolwork. Because there are shots erupting in the hallway.
The librarian, the only teacher in the room, hushes all the students into the center. I stand next to the goth girl- who's name is Stephanie, trembling in a bit of fear.
But I'm not afraid of anything.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and a dark haired boy rushes in. There is blood covering his hand- that ugly crimson color that is all too familiar. I can see it on my wrists, painting a dull picture. "There's a guy with a gun. He's going crazy and just shooting up the school.." He mumbled, and his voice sounds dazed. Almost stoned.
"Who is it?" I asked, taking a step closer.
"-I don't know. He shot Johnny Michelson right in the neck.. This isn't even my blood." He added, stumbling forward with a bit of uncertainty. The rest of the group decided to split up, each of us taking refuge underneath a desk. The librarian hurried to shut the main door- but missed one on the left. Stephanie began to point it out- but it was too late. By the time the teacher had attempted to block it, several bullet holes had formed inside his chest.
The door fell open with a screeching bang- and I was staring into the dark eyes of a killer.
Hi guys! So, here's the first chapter of my newest story. It's obviously Violate, and I hope you enjoy it. I'd love to hear some reviews! Thanks so much for all the continued support.
-Sierra