"Do you know the answer to the question, Ms. Osmun?" My math teacher, Mrs. Hark, asks.
I sigh and run my fingers through my long brown hair. "No, I don't." The class snickers.
"I'll be seeing you after class, then," She says triumphantly. Being dyslexic and A.D.H.D is bad enough without all of the teachers making my life a living hell.
The bell rings and everyone-except me- rushes out. I sigh and look up at the smirking teacher. "Olivia, Olivia. It's been a pleasure making you miserable, but I'm afraid that you can no longer live."
My grey-blue eyes widen. I stumble back, making myself and my chair topple over and smash into the ground.
Time seems to slow as she lurches at me. But, right at that moment, the door is kicked open. Revealing the silhouettes of two other teenagers.
(Hey, guys. Sorry for the short chapter. They will get longer. Anyway, thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed.)