Chapter 2.
Blossom.
Lunch finally arrived and we sat in our regular seats, Brookelle always being the last to arrive, because of her disability. She doesn´t like when people help her do things. The table shook from the other side, it´s the three new boys. It's their third day but I still can't remember their names. I looked at them and so do my friends, well except for one. I sat in between Bubbles and Buttercup and across from Bunny with Brookelle and now Blake on her other side, the brown haired boy, next to her. "Hey, can we sit here?" He asked us.
"You´re already sitting." Bunny told him.
"Cool, my name´s Blake and these are my friends Butch and Boomer."
"I´m Bunny and this is Brookelle, Buttercup, Blossom and Bubbles."
"Funny," Boomer said.
"What?" Buttercup asked.
"Do all DA class students´ names start with the letter B?"
"Just year 11, I guess." Bubbles chimed in, smiling sweetly.
"So what´s your reason for coming to this school?" Butch asked, interested but having a rough idea on some of us.
We stared at him, "we don´t talk about that."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don´t ask any of the DA class, they won´t be very nice, but if you ask the RA class, they´ll be happy to brag about how badass they are." We laughed.
"So, how long have you been here?"
"This is our third year."
"You girls know the roots of this school?" We looked at each other and shrugged, "so, who do I need to meet to get some weed?"
Buttercup pointed to a guy with brown hair and brown eyes, "name's Mitch." Butch nodded and got up from the table, towards Mitch and his friends. We watched as Butch already became comfortable with the little group.
I finished eating and threw the rest away. I decided to take a walk, my mind was so full of thoughts it was giving me headaches. I subconsciously made my way to the nurse, I asked for some Asprin and left.
I closed my eyes as I walked and accidentally bumped into someone. I opened my eyes, slightly regretting it because of the sharp pain it caused. I stared into bloody red eyes. I blinked, I mean I know I have pink eyes and Bunny and that new kid has purple, but these were red.
I took in what I saw, it was a young boy, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties but the red and black snapback he wore backwards was throwing me off, so I assumed he's in his early twenties, late teens at least. His hat covered most of his hair but you could still see the dark red hair poking out. He was wearing a suit with a red shirt and he looked a little.. I don't know, sloppy seemed a little exaggerated. Careless, maybe?
"Sorry," I said stepping to the right. He watched me with eyes that seemed as if they were glaring but weren't. I waited a moment before walking again and I could still feel his piercing stare.
Brookelle.
This bitch doesn´t know that assigning "detention" is like sentencing someone to death. Teachers here have been trained to deal with us, so there's rarely anyone going to detention. I´ve never had detention but I heard rumors that it was torture.
I reached a door; I assumed it was the headmaster´s. I knocked and there was no answer. "Miss. That´s the boys bathroom." I heard an elderly woman tell me.
"Oh," I said, slightly embarrassed, "which way is the Headmaster´s office?"
"Here," she gently put her hand on my shoulder and another on my arm, she gently pushed me towards a direction and I started to move. Ew, who knows where her hands have been; she lets go after a few steps. I missed his office by just a bit; I was so close. She knocked on the door for me. I let her; maybe this way my detention would be shortened.
"Come in," a muffled, husky voice says at the other end of the door.
The lady opened the door and the smell of cigar, dust and a scent of a person filled my nose, "this young lady was looking for you," she tells him, "here we are." She led me inside and pushed me gently down, ordering me to sit, but I didn´t want to. I stayed standing.
"Thank you, Mrs. Pods." I heard her take her leave. He had an American accent, it was slightly mixed with all the international people around the school, but you could still tell his American accent was his original accent. Mid-40´s, tall, well built, like all staff members: ex-military or still military.
The door shut. My heartbeat started to race; he´s a good, nice person, unless you get on his bad side. "Brookelle Strice," he started, I heard a pile of papers, in a folder I think, drop onto his desk. I jumped from the sudden noise. What the fuck is he trying to do? Scare me? "I've been waiting for you. Your math substitute teacher told me what happened and so I read through your profile." There was silence and my heart was beating even faster, the adrenaline rushing through me. "You were born blind. So how could such a vulnerable girl.. Kill her own family?" My mouth was twitching wanting to curve up, but I fought the urge.
"Stop it!" I shouted, I hate raising my voice. I let the memories flood into me, the feeling of the knife going through flesh and bone, the smell of their dead bodies, the sound of their screams, the taste of their blood on my lips. "It was an accident."
"But you killed all of them. Your father, your mother, your brother.. All of them… so brutally." Are we really going through this again?
"I didn´t.. I didn´t do it on purpose. I was angry." My teeth grinding against each other and tears started to come out of my eyes.
"After high school, you´ll go straight to prison."
"I know."
"Why did you do it?"
"I don´t know! I was just.. So angry. They made me so angry. I told them to stop, but they wouldn´t listen, they just kept making me angrier and angrier. There was a knife next to me and.. and.. and.." I was hyperventilating and forced tears out of my eyes, I think I was on the floor, but I wasn´t sure. I hear people rushing towards me. Oh shit. There were other people in this room? After a while, all I could hear was the sound of a high-pitched ring in my ears.
This is so easy.
Mitch.
Detention here is more like being in a dungeon. We´re in legit cells, and there´s dirt, mud and puddles. The chains that hold us inside are rusty, heavy and noisy, rattling with every movement. I feel more like a prisoner now, than I already was in this shit of a school. I hear someone being cuffed to his or her cell. The Headmaster is such a bastard. I hate him. He did this to me.
"Hello?" I heard the person who was chained in the cell near me call after a long while, it´s a girl with a mild British accent. I don´t speak. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Shut up." I told her.
"Who are you?" I didn´t recognize her voice, but it sounded slightly angry and offended.
"Shut up. You´re annoying me." I heard the clattering of her chains.
"Who are you?" She repeated.
"Mitch Mitchelson, year 12, DA class," I tried to show off my status.
She paused for a long time. Is she scared of me? Good. "Where are we?" Ugh.
"In detention."
It was silent for a moment; I guess she was trying to process it in. It took me a couple trips here to figure out this was detention too. "How long until we get out?"
"It depends, what did you do?"
"I slapped a teacher. You?"
I laughed, "that´s it? I tied my teacher up to a chair and cut her hair."
"Was she a sub?"
"Yeah."
She laughed, "She got what she deserved." It was silent for another moment. "How long have you been here for?"
"I don´t know maybe an hour before you." I replied. "What´s your name?"
"Brookelle."
"Strice? From DA class?" I turned to face the direction of her voice, even though I still couldn´t see her.
"Yeah."
"It's been a while, Roo." It's such a small school, yet I haven't even seen some of the students and Roo was one of them, even though I've been trying to avoid her.
"Yes, it has."
I smirked, "I´ve heard plenty of things about you and your little group of friends."
"Well, I hope they´re good," She said sarcastically.
"Depends on the perspective of the person."
"What have you heard?" She asked, curiously.
"Blossom," I started, "she´s hot, smart and she was put in here because she tried to run someone over with a stolen car. Buttercup is the hot gangster girl, who´s been in more fights than most students in this school. I heard that cute, sexy Bubbles´ a slut, she´s slept with hundreds of guys and even some girls before she came here. Bunny is beautiful, robbed houses and blackmailed people. You, Roo, I haven't seen you and I still can´t see you from where I am, so I can´t confirm that you are as pretty as people say you are, but I heard you came here because you tried to pour acid on someone, but some of it went on you and that´s why you´re blind."
She didn´t respond, "so, are any of it true?" I asked trying to hide my eagerness.
"I don´t know if I can tell you that." There was a slight pause, and I was disappointed, "but.. I´ve been blind since birth." Such a fragile girl, why would she mess up to come here?
"You know what I'm asking about."
"Of course I do, I just don't have the right to tell you for them."
I didn´t know how long it´s been, I didn´t know if it was night, day or even morning. From afar, I heard faint taps of footsteps, growing closer and closer and I watched as that person passes my cell and to Brookelle´s. He unlocked the door and goes in, I can hear what he was doing and he says, "you can leave."
"I can´t see anything." She says with the most helpless voice I´ve ever heard in my entire life. I could almost hear the sound of shock and sympathy coming from that man´s face.
"Alright," the man says. He takes her hand and starts to lead her out. She was walking really slowly, not knowing where she´s going and not wanting to trip, so he carries her. She buries her face in his chest, and so I still didn´t see her face.
"What time is it?" She asks in a soft, weak voice.
"It´s around 20:30."
And that´s how I met Brookelle Strice.
Brookelle.
I felt the fresh air against my skin and I know we´re outside. The man puts me down, leaves me for a moment, stranded there, I couldn´t move, I might fall. Then, he came back and shoved two items into my hand, it´s my cane and my shades. "Which way are the dormitories?" I asked, I felt so tired I was hoping he would carry me again.
"Just walk straight ahead." I nodded and thanked him.
Inside, I go into my dorm room I shared with Bunny and she helped me get cleaned up.
I love Bunny.
So, I decided to give you this chapter, because the first chapter's boring. I swear guys, it gets really interesting and fucked up later.