OKAY PEOPLE I AM IN FACT STILL ALIVE AND I AM ON HOLIDAYS SO I CAN FINALLY WRITE A BIT AGAIN. THANKYOU FOR NOT ABANDONING ME. THIS CHAPTER MAY SEEM A BIT DRAMATIC BUT OH WELL.

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I sit outside Mr. Snow's office with impatient nervousness. If he's going to expel me, he might as well do it now. But then my parents would kill me oh god ,I'm gonna die son!

Note to self: Don't ever try to be from the Seam

The incident was 3 days ago, Plutarch and Seneca told our principal, and I have a feeling I'm going to pay for this.

"Clove?" Miss Trinket, our Assistant Principle and my English teacher sticks her head through the door. "Mr. Snow will see you now"

I get up, swallowing the lump in my throat and hoping the ground would do the same with me. For some reason, Coolio's lyrics apply perfectly to my situation. As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I.e, the way to Mr. Snow's office, I take a look at my life, and realise there's nothing left, Damn right, there won't be.

The halls are covered with famous fancy paintings, the carpets thick and lush. For a school, anyway. I reach the big door, with a gold name plate on it reading "Mr. C. Snow"

I say a quick prayer, then force myself to knock on his door.

"Ah, Clove. Come on in." He sits behind a mahogany table. For a principal of a crappy private school, he really liked to go all out. "So my nephew Plutarch tells me you've been engaging in physical violence. Do we tolerate bullying in any from, Clove?"

"No, sir" I look down

"Then why, did you hit Mr. Crane?"
"I don't know, sir"

"You can tell me Clove. Determining both yours and Mr. Cranes fates will be a lot easier if I have the truth."

"Well, he was really getting under my skin, and then he grabbed my arm. I had no choice"

"I see". He pauses, considering this. "Well, I've already worked out your punishment."

"Y-you have?" I look up nervously.

"There's a kissing booth coming up for Valentines day. You're an attractive young woman Clove, and many boys at this school find you desirable."

"You...you want me to ... sell my body?"

"Come, now, Clove, it's only your , of course. The stall only goes for 2 hours. Many people would jump at the chance to do this! I've spoken to your parents already".

"But-"

"Would you rather face suspension and legal action? And if you even try to refuse, or think about not showing up, we will involve one of your friends" His face had gone hard as stone. Legal action? All I did was hit the boy, for God's sake, not attempt murder. I say nothing.

"Excellent. We look forward to your services. You are dismissed."

I get up and turn to leave. Just as I reach the door, he says

"One more thing, I have your outfit. Mr. Crane was insistent on you wearing it." He gets up and opens a cupboard, revealing a pink and red costume in a plastic dry-cleaners bag. I take it and leave without giving it a proper look.

As soon as the door was closed, however, I ripped open the bag and forced myself to get a good look at it. There was a bright pink tulle tutu, and a pink and red striped very tight, very low-necked top with a white patent-leather strapless vest, almost a corset. That bastard, if he even thinks he's going to put Katniss or Glimmer in one of these...

So this is what Seneca wants. To fucking humiliate me in front of the whole school. I know that some boys are into me, but I'm just praying that nobody will come by the stall. Our school has several stalls run by the students and teachers, such as candy-grams, but with roses (idk what they're called), chocolate and rose stalls, a kissing booth (duh), and everyones favorite, the cupcake stall and photo booth.

Yes, Seneca had tried to...for lack of a better term, 'get it on' with me, but I said no, and we eventually broke up. He's hated me with a burning passion ever since and will stop at nothing to get a view of me that he (and nobody else) couldn't get before.

There is no way in hell my parents would have agreed to this. Couldn't I have gotten expelled instead? Mr. Snow probably told my parents I was doing community service or something. But prostitution? No, not prostitution. But as close as you can get. I feel like I'm in that service, 'Cray's Girls'. The girls that work there make me sick, even though I know they only need the money and that they absolutely don't enjoy it. Mr. Snow is selling me for my body because his nephew's best friend wants revenge. And he's going to hurt someone I love if I don't.

Zipping up the bag, I fight back the tears before I run outside.

Yeah... Sorry that was kinda dramatic. No hate guys. Anyways, I've written a few chapters ahead so I'll upload the next one in a couple of days, then I'm going to Kiama with my friends for the week ^.^

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