CHAPTER THREE

Okay! This is three chapters in one night. *Round of applause for me* I hope you guys enjoy it.

(CHAPTER SONG: DEMONS BY IMAGINE DRAGONS)

SO THEY DUG YOUR GRAVE AND THE MASQUERADE WILL COME CALLING OUT AT THE MESS YOU MADE.

RING-RING, RING-RING, RING-RING, RING-

Carter abruptly hit the snooze button on her alarm and groaned sleepily. She hated waking up before eight and it was currently 6:31am. She sat up and stretched, yawning like a bear.

Today was her first day of senior year at school which means that there will be loads of homework, assignments, projects, tests, silly school events and very little sleep.

She stood up ever-so-slowly and made her way to the bathroom to take one of those long, warm showers she enjoyed so much.

She especially needed it today.

After her thirty minute shower, she walked to her closet and started rummaging through it to find something decent to wear on her first day of school.

She fortunately did have a decent bunch to choose from and she settled for plain navy-blue t-shirt, black tights coupled up with black denim-shorts and a black leather jacket. Yeah, she did love the colour black with passion.

Seeing that she would soon be running out of time if she didn't hurry, Carter began to blow dry her hair hastily. The last thing she needed today was one of the principal's tedious lectures about punctuality or worse, detention.

After blow drying her hair, she quickly ran a brush through them, letting them lose. She then dressed up and threw on ankle-length boots that went with her gothic outfit. She shoved some books into her messenger bag and made her way to the door, looking back once to see if she was forgetting anything.

"This year we'll be covering the major events of the Cold War and the factors that lead to its commencement. Now this will be an interesting topic so I strongly advice that you pay attention to everything, down to the littlest detail. You will be receiving detailed study-guides to-"

"Sorry I'm late"

Mr Greene, the history teacher glared at Carter and sighed in annoyance. One thing he despised was being interrupted and she always did it.

"Miss Degraasi I spoke to you time and time again about interrupting my lessons with your late coming last year. I thought this year would be different."

Mr Greene was one of those bothersome teachers who expected nothing less than perfection from their students. He wasn't on anyone's favourite list mainly due to his quick reflexes when it came to giving punishment.

"I said I was sorry." She retorted.

"You can be sorry about the homework you just earned for the whole class."

Everyone made an 'aaah' sound as some of them shot Carter death glares while others muttered swear-words.

She just rolled her eyes and withdrew her notebook from her bag.

"I want an essay of 400 to 450 words about the events that lead to the Cold War and I want you to share your personal views. As for classwork, take out your textbooks and do activities 1.1 and 1.2 on page 12 and 13. At the end of this lesson all your books must be on my front desk and any failure to do so will result in detention. You can thank Carter for that."

Carter narrowed her eyes in annoyance that would soon turn to anger.

She didn't like being blamed and she certainly didn't like taking responsibility. In the past she had done a handful of things that pricked a teacher in the wrong ways but she personally believed that there was always a good reason behind it.

However Mr Greene was an exception. She treaded carefully with him, avoiding any punishment. The only thing she couldn't help was late coming and she felt perfectly justified in her reasons.

But today, today he was out of line. She was two minutes, not five or ten minutes late like last year, two minutes and he picks her and punishes the whole class.

Bloody bastard she thought as she skimmed through the pages of the textbook to find the activities.

Kids oozed out from every class as the bell rang for break, a well needed reprieve. Carter was one of them. She pushed through the crowd to get to the cafeteria.

Break was the only time she could actually be alone; an hour of solidarity.

Making her way to the food-stall in the very large cafeteria of Lincoln High, she bumps into someone and quickly looked up to see who.

She suppressed a groan when her gaze locked with hazel brown ones. Sara Franklin's to be precise.

"Oh I'm sorry Carter, I wasn't looking." She quickly apologised.

The sound of her voice was enough to rile Carter up. "You're not sorry so spare me the fake apologies and puppy dog face. I don't buy it." Carter hissed then walked away without sparing another glance. She absolutely despised that girl. Sara was one of those girls who liked to be pitied by always playing the role of the damsel in distress and what annoyed Carter beyond heights was that people actually fell for it, treating her like a delicate flower.

Carter's distaste for Sara Franklin did not root from jealousy. No, it was because of how she so casually displayed her weaknesses, using them as some tool to gain more attention and everybody gave it to her.

Sweet, innocent Sara who so tragically lost her baby brother when she was just two years of age, must always be treated with complete delicacy.

Shaking her head slightly to get rid of all thoughts Sara, Carter decided suddenly that she didn't want to spend her hour-long break within the walls of this school.

Abruptly changing her direction, she briskly walked out of the school building towards the parking where her motorcycle was parked. She quickly hopped on, wore the helmet and took off.

Entering the busy diner that was around the corner, Carter was greeted with all sorts of aromas, making her stomach growl. She realised that yesterday's lunch was the last meal she had.

Without any delays she slipped into one of the booths at the corner of the diner waiting impatiently for one of the waitresses to come over and take her order.

One did show and took her order, not in the nicest way though, but she didn't mind. After all she wasn't there to make friends; she was there to please her growling tummy.

Carter didn't waste a second when her lunch arrived, grabbing the cheesy burger and taking a big, unlady-like bite out of it. It looked heavenly and tasted even better.

Hastily swallowing down the burger, she popped a hot French fry into her mouth, relishing in the pleasure it gave her taste buds.

Carter was not one to fuss about food but she could definitely get used to eating this every day.

After finishing her lunch off, she lingered for a bit passing time so she wouldn't sit around at school, waiting for break to end. She never liked school and she never will. She personally believed that she didn't need school to increase her knowledge. She was already above school level if you'd ask her, so there was no need to attend. And the fact that her school in particular was a hell mouth didn't help the situation.

But that is no matter. She would be done before she knew it.