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===Enter Classroom

The classroom was dingy and boring. How I stuck going here?

You fucking tell me.

The only thing about this god forsaken school that had actually caught my eye so far was the bathroom. Yes, the bathroom. The bathrooms were actually decently clean. By that I meant, unlike the last school I had gone to, there were no used pads or tampons stuck to the mirrors and the toilets weren't permanently stained with piss and shit. Gross? At least you didn't have to use them. The bathrooms, so far, were my favorite part of the entire school. Other than that, the school had all been very bland and boring. Apparently, the school board couldn't spend a little bit more money to set a little diversity into the school decor.

The lockers were grey, the walls were a slight beige color, and the floors were a darks wood color. Literaly the most boring design I'd ever seen. Even the posters on the walls were black and white, and they weren't even funny! The desks were boring, the chairs were boring. Everything was shit. My scowl was set in place as I walked farther into the room. The other students were already in their seats, but other than a quick glance at the front row, I didn't bother to look at them. I ducked my head to try to remain unseen, but unfortunatly, the teacher had other plans. The woman had turned her head and saw my race to my seat. She opened her big mouth and spoke. "Oh! You must be Vriska!" I flinched and mumbled under my breath slightly. I nodded before straightening out my back. I didn't have to turn around to tell she was smiling at me. "Oh good! Come to the front of the classroom and introduce yourself. Tell us about yourself!" Bitch.

"So much for staying under the radar." I mumbled to myself frowning. I heard a quiet cackle sound from beside me. I looked towards the laughter and let my eyes widen. What? The sound came from a girl. A really pretty girl. I looked at her face, a really pretty, blind girl. Her hair was red, but not as in orange, like auburn. It was shorter, barely grazing her shoulders. She wore red tinted glasses that covered her eyes. Who the hell wears red tinted glasses? I didn't get much time to see what she was wearing due to the big blabbermouth yapping at me from the front of the class. I growled at the continuous comment for introduction and turned around trudging to the front of the classroom. I shifted my weight onto my right foot and folded my arms across my chest, scowling at the class through my only good eye. The cold metal of my left arm sent a shiver down my spine. Why the hell haven't I figured out a way to keep this thing warm? The class gasped loudly.

My face morphed into one of shock and anger. "Really people? Is it that bad?" The teacher frowned at me. "It's not that it's bad," She started. "It's just not what we were... expecting." I blinked slowly. "Not bad my ass, I already know what it looks like." I heard that cackle come from the back of the class again. I looked over and raised an eyebrow. "What ith it? Are you mithing an eyebrow or thomething?" I snarled at the boy next to the blind girl, who I realized now was wearing a black T-shirt with a dragon on it and blue jean and red shoes. I didn't care who he was, no one talks to me like that. "Try an arm and an eye, asshole." I smirked thinking this had shut him up. The girl stopped laughing as soon as the words left my mouth. I saw her turn to the boy and ask something. He nodded and started mumbling to her. As soon as I had opened my mouth again to get this stupid introduction out of the way. I heard her start laughing again, harder this time along with the boy. I glared at her menacingly. The other students' eyes widened as I felt my face turn red from anger. I ran a hand though my hair, which was black with blue highlights.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Through my anger I couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. I mentally slapped myself. What the hell? The enemy is laughing at my disabilities and I'm noticing how pretty she is? Why isn't the teacher doing anything? What a bitch! She quickly sobered up and set her unseeing eyes on me with a smirk permanently placed on her face. "Nothing at all! I'm all good. You, however, seem to have a problem. So enlighten me, what is wrong with you?" I glared at the girl. "You know what? I don't need this shit. See ya' later, assholes." I turned and walked towards the door. The teacher looked too shocked to do anything about what happened. I opened the door and stepped outside, vigorously wiping away the tears from my good eye. I walked into the bathroom and threw my stuff down at the counter.

I looked at myself in the mirror and stopped my movement. I wiped my hands on my black wife beater and fixed the grey button up that I had on unbuttoned over it before looking at my pants. My pants were black with rips in them and a couple safety pins, I was also wearing red shoes. I removed my glasses from my face and wiped at my eyes. The blind eye was pale with a slight film over it, I could still make out a blue circle where my iris was. I slumped against the counter and ran my hands through my hair. How did she get to me like that? No one has ever made me cry. What the fuck? What was this girl's deal with me? Was she in cahoots with someone from my old school or was she just a bitch?

I slipped my glasses back onto my face and reached into my bag blindly searching for a certain item. My hand finally found what it was looking for when I felt the cold metal hit my fingertips. I pulled it out of the bag and stared at the small blade in the palm of my hand. I rolled up the sleeve of my good arm and looked at the scars that littered my skin. I laughed to myself. "Hello, old friend, welcome back." I muttered as I pressed the cold metal to my arm, I dragged it across my flesh and welcomed the pain that made me clench my teeth and throw my head back. Cutting doesn't feel good, I'll be the first to admit to that, but over everything else, it feels right. I pressed the stained blade to my skin again, repeating the process. I did this five times, each time I went a little deeper and the cuts got a little longer. I looked down onto the counter. What the fuck was I thinking? A puddle of blood spread quickly, some splattering onto the floor. Why didn't I do this over the sink? I'm so stupid. Ugh.

I decided to deal with my arm later, I grabbed a couple of towels and walked back to the counter, moving my bag out of the way before blood got on it.I rinsed off the blade, watching the blood mix with the water and go down the drain. I grabbed the towels and dried the blade of all water. I heard the bathroom door swing open. I looked over in panic, maneuvering so they couldn't see what I did and dropping the blade, It fell to the ground with a clank. I came face to face with the blind girl from class who had a grin on her face. She walking inside of the bathroom, letting the door slam behind her. "Vriska, I know you're in he-" She sniffed the air and her eyes widened beneath her glasses. "Vriska, what did you do?"

"Nothing, why the fuck does it matter to you?" I snarled. She frowned and looked at me in concern. Why? What's gotten into her? "Vriska, I smell blood, what the fuck did you do?" She stepped closer to me, looking scared. I tried stepping back, but my back hit the counter. "I told you, I didn't do shit! Ahhh!" I yelled as she grabbed my arm raised it up. I could see tears rolling down her cheeks. Why was she crying? The girl removed her hand from my arm and sniffed again. "Why would you do this?" She asked with a shaky voice. I reached up cradling my good arm. "Why do you care?" I asked curiously skeptical.

"I was never laughing at you."

I glared down at her, seeing as she was slightly shorter. "Bullshit."

She shook her head fervently. "No! I swear I wasn't. That boy next to me, Sollux, he was talking to me."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I got that much."

She frowned. "I might be a bitch to some people, but I wasn't laughing at your disablities. That's unjust. I would just be a hypocrite." She reached out and put her hand on my shoulder. I automatically tensed, no matter how good it felt this was still the enemy. "What the fuck were you laughing at?" I asked leaning against the counter. "He was telling me a story about the date he had with my friend last night. He took her to a movie and he was telling me one of the funnier parts." I frowned at myself, letting the words sink in. "Great." I dropped my arm. "Now I look like a pathetic asshole." I turned around dropping her hand off my shoulder. She walked over to the paper towel holder and grabbed a few before walking back over and started to wiping blindly at the counter. "If anyone's the asshole, it's me."

I rinsed the blood off my arm and smirked while wrapping it up with gauze I kept with me. "Look, blind girl," I started to say. "It's Terezi" She folded over the towels and kept wiping. "Well, Terezi, Don't misunderstand this. I'm not some weak bitch. I've never been and never will be. This isn't a problem, it's a solution I go to every once in a century. I'm still a bad ass." She looked at me before grinning manically. She started to cackle. "Well, Ms. Bad Ass, I never took you as a weak bitch. I'm not either, so I guess we're just two girls with a bad attitude and a solution." She held up her arms a to reveal old faded scars on her arm. "You just need to find a different solution."

I smirked at her. "What do you suggest, Redglare?" I mentally patted myself on the back for thinking up the nickname. She raised an eyebrow before giggling. "I suggest you come back to class and then hanging with me and my friends after school." Friends? There were more of them? I nodded slightly. "You're pretty cool, I guess. As long as your friends aren't whiny bitches. But, warning, If you're dick of a friend decides to act like an asshole, I won't hesitate to rip his dick off." She cringed slightly. "You would touch that thing?" I thought about this for a minute before deciding I'd probably throw up if I had to see his parts. "Yeah, I don't think so. I'd probably erupt with vomit at the sight of a phallus anywhere in my vicinity." She threw away the towels after the blood was wiped up.

She cocked her head to the side. "You're gay?" She smirked as I tensed up.

Shit. Oops.

I frowned. "Yeah, got a problem?" She shook her head and grinned again. "Once again, I'd be a hypocrite." I let out a breath of relief. "Good, becau-" My eyes widened.

"Wait what?"

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