Chapter 3:
The next morning played out like any other; wake up, get ready and bite my tongue when the fat lady comes around down the hall barking orders for us to hurry up because "breakfast is ready!"
I sigh. Staring at my somber reflection. Wanting nothing more than to punch a fucking hole in the wall. Why oh why did I have to be placed in this hellhole? A groan escapes me as I fix my black tank top and matching yoga pants. Ah, that's better.
After putting my damp hair up, I begin applying a dash of makeup. The mirror was still a little steamy from my shower, so I had to use a towel to wipe it off some before hand. I wince and jump back when the tip of my mascara brush accidentally hits my eye. Damn thing.
A loud smack on my door snaps me out of my focus. "Hurry up! Food's getting cold!"
"I'll be down in a minute!" I snap back at her. Jeez. So impatient.
The old lady's wrinkled face reddens in anger. "Watch your mouth young lady! It'll get you into a lot of trouble." She growled out before walking her fat self out of my room. Closing the door behind her.
"Whatever you say, bitch." I murmur to myself once she's down the hall. I carefully add the finishing touches to my face before pulling my silky chestnut hair from its binding. Running my hands through it to help give it some volume.
I turn off my bathroom light then make my way down the long hall after closing my door. I walk to the stairs and head down. The polished wood sometimes creaking when I take a step. When I make it to the bottom I head in the general direction of the cafeteria. I wasn't that hungry, but I knew I wouldn't be fed again until noon. Besides, the people in charge tend to get a little suspicious if you don't show up for the first meal. Because, according to them and their annoying ways, unless you're sick, you really don't have a reason to not be at breakfast.
"Hey, Katie," a familiar voice says from my right. I snarl. I swear, if that damn bitch...
I reluctantly face her. A totally fake smile on my face. "Hi, Jasmine."
She's wearing her typical outfit consisting of a white blouse and blue jeans with sandals meant for a white sanded beach. Her long black hair is down. Clearly not taken care of very well. But she thinks she looks good so, whatever. Jasmine is simply one obstacle of many I have to deal with on a daily basis. However, unlike the others that have tried to piss me off, she's the only one that keeps coming back again and again. Determined to...break me, I guess. She wants to be the one to say "I did it! I finally broke her to a weeping blob of snot and tears!"
News flash honey. I don't have a breaking point.
"Man, ya know, you look a little tired today. Long night, or did you get stood up by your fuck boy?"
I feel my heart start to race. My face remains calm and collected. Maybe even a little cold. "I don't know what you're talking about."
She gets this bitchy, cool girl grin on her face as she flicks her greasy hair back. "Don't play stupid with me, sweetheart. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
I cock a brow. Crossing my arms over my chest. "Do I?"
She scowled momentarily. "Yes. I'm talking about your little outings you pull at night. What the hell do you even do? Sell yourself off to the highest bidder with the longest rod? I bet your dad would be humiliated to call you his daughter."
A satisfying cracking and snapping of facial bones is heard. Warm blood gushes and smears on my knuckles, spraying on to her white blouse. She falls to the ground with a cry, clutching her heavily bleeding nose. I stood over her, staring her down until her gaze meets mine.
"You fuck with me again, its gonna be more than just your nose shattering." I growl threateningly at her. Her green eyes widen in fear as she shrunk back from me.
"What the hell is going on here? What happened?" A booming female voice echoed off the high walls suddenly.
I sigh deeply. Well this is just great...