I'm on autopilot mode.

Showered and washed up? Check.

Make up? Check.

Coffee, black, two sugars? In hand.

I look at my reflection in the rear view mirror one more time to check my makeup. I may feel like I've been thrown a thousand feet off a helicopter, and then run over by a bus, but damn I look good. Thank grilled cheesus for theater make up classes. I open my car door and march towards the entrance. Students flee left and right, trying to get as far away from me as possible. The entire Hollywood Arts High School population, teachers included, fear me. They should. Say, do, or even think anything against meand they'll be dealing with the business end of my second favourite pair of scissors. No way am I letting my beloved scissoring scissors touch some stupid clammy skank.

The first thing I see after I barge through the steel-framed double doors is Tori Vega standing beside my locker, staring down at her PearPhone, probably on the slap or something. God, I hate that girl. i completely ignore her presence and I start turning my locker combination.

24, 2, 13, pull - and of course it doesn't open...and why is Vega staring at me?

24, 2, 13, pull - what the chiz? The hell is wrong with my locker? And the hell is wrong with Vega? She's still staring at me. I know I'm hot but please Vega, get your eyes off me.

One last time before I tear this metal door down.

24, 2 - Okay I can't deal with this. What the fuck does Vega want?

"WHAT VEGA?" Damn, the girl looks terrified. I mean, she's half latina but right now she's almost as pale as me. Awesome, good to know I still have that effect on her.

"I...uh...Jade we have to write that script for Sikowitz's class, it's due next week and we've only got the weekend left to write it so we might wanna get started if we wanna get a good grade because..."

That crazy coconut Sikowitz had us doing yet another one of those bonding exercises, and of course I had to get paired up with Vega. People need to deal with the fact that I don't like her, and that's the way it's going to stay.

I snap out of my thoughts and turn to her and wow, she's still rambling away. I must really make her nervous. I glare at her, whipping out my scissors from the waistband of my jeans, "Well then Vega quit yabberin' away, since you seem all too eager to spend the weekend with me, be at my house at 8pm, make sure you feed your skinny ass before you come. And you better not be late, or else." I snip my scissors in front of her face a few times for good measure, slam my locker and walk away.

Damn, now I have to spend the weekend with Vega, I'm gonna need more coffee.

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This story was originally for an English class narrative essay on fear. I guess I'll be writing it into an actual story now. Do be warned though, I am in the process of preparing for my O level exams so updates may be rather sporadic, but here's a quick little one for y'all.

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