Chapter 2: The mysterious stranger
A/N: Second chappy! Again, I'm new to this so go easy on me! I sadly don't own anything including this show. I only own the plot to this story.
KIM'S POV
I woke up to my alarm going off at 6:45 AM. Another day, more torture. I hate my fucking life -.- I got up and walked into my bathroom. I has been one week since the funeral and my Aunt let me take the rest of the week off so that I can have some time to register everything. It's Monday and it's my first week back at school since my mother and father passed.
I groggily walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I walked back to my bedroom and threw on black sweats and a black t-shirt. I put on my gray sweatshirt and walked down stairs. I went into the kitchen to see my aunt making breakfast. "Hey, Kim." She let out a smile. I can tell it was forced. "Hey." I quietly said. I then remembered my sister. "I'm going to see Alex." Aunt Ella nodded. "Just be quiet. She is sleeping."
I walked back upstairs and went into my sister's room. Alex was diagnosed with cancer last year. She is my little angel. I looked at her sleeping figure as a silent and unknown tear rolled down my cheek. I went and sat on the floor beside her bed. Why do all the angels have to go through such hard times? I thought. Alex suddenly stirred. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. "Hi Kimmy!" She said excitedly. I smiled. "Hey Alex! Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yeah. Why are you crying?" She asked. "Oh… Umm… I fell and hurt my leg. I am crying because it hurts." I lied. "Oh. Well I hope your leg gets better. I am going to get dressed now." She said while getting out of bed. I smiled. "Okay. Remember to brush your teeth. No need to hurry." She didn't have to go to school today. So why rush?
Alex had a doctor's appointment today. Turns out she has been forming a brain tumor. It has been killing me inside. I don't know why such a little girl has to have such a rough life. More stray tears rolled down my cheek. I walked down the stairs again and into the kitchen. "I'm leaving for school." I told Aunt Ella. "Not without any breakfast you're not." She stated. "I'm fine. I'm not hungry." She gave me 'the look.'
"Okay, okay fine. I'll eat an apple. I'm going to be late. I have to go now." I compromised. "Fine. But you better eat a nice, big lunch." She said. I nodded. I grabbed an apple and ran out the door. I started walking down the sidewalk. The sky was dark and gloomy. The clouds were hiding the sun. Suits my mood. I thought. I turned on my iPod and listened to 'Titanium' by David Guetta. It was my most favorite song in the whole world. I put it on replay until I reached the school.
I walked through the doors of Hillside High School. I heard some people whispering things like "What a bitch." And some people were laughing. "She's such a weirdo. I don't know why she even show's her face in school." I heard. I pretended I didn't care. I ignored it. But it really did hurt. I walked to my locker. I saw something written on it. It read 'DIE UGLY WHORE.'
Typical. This was really normal for me. I took out a tissue and wiped it off. So normal that I kept tissues in my locker just for that specific reason. I just love my life. Note my sarcasm. I took out my books and walked into math class. I sat at the very back, right hand corner. Nobody needs to see the back of my ugly head now, do they? I was the first one there. As always. I took out my textbook and looked over what I had missed while I was gone. I may sit in the back but I am a straight A student. I want to get out of this place and get into a good college.
Students started to file in and take their seats. The teacher walked in as the bell rang. "Take out your books and open to page 234. We are going to start a new unit today. I will expla-" He was cut off by the door opening. "Ah so we have a new latecomer, I see. You must be the new student." I looked up from my book and saw a familiar figure. The shaggy haired boy that I saw at my parents' funeral! He looked at me and then back to the teacher. He smirked. My teacher then changed his expression to a straight and serious one. Angry, almost. "It's not that hard to find this class! Why are you late? Explain yousel-" He was cut off.
"Bite me, teacher." The not-yet-named boy said, still smirking. Mr. Warren's mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?! Who do you-" He was cut off, once again. Third time this morning. I like this kid. "Whatever. I don't want to be here and you don't want to either. Just continue your shit and I'm going to have a seat." He said. He seemed to have a slight accent. But I couldn't tell where he was from by it.
Not British. Not Australian. Not New Zealand. What accent does he have? He then sat down in the nearest empty seat and took out a notebook. He then started doodling. "What do you think yo-" The teacher was cut off. AGAIN. New record! "Cut the shit. You don't want to be a teacher and I know it. We all know it. Just pretend as if I am not here. I am not going to listen and you have no idea what the fuck you are saying. Just deal with it." He said. That's so disrespectful! But I have to say, gutsy. That's pretty gutsy.
"Well I don't have to teach such rude, disrespectful students. Let him be!" He said while some students tried to hold their laughter in. Mr. Warren turned around and started writing a bunch of nonsense he calls math on the board. I just kept doodling. I can teach myself later. It is clearer in the textbook. While I was minding my own business, a scrunched up note was thrown at me. I picked it up and opened it. Probably just another hateful message. I read it over. Yup. I was right.
It read 'Just go kill yourself. You have lifeless hair. Ugly eyes. Ugly nose. Ugly mouth. Ugly everything. Flat chest. Horrible fashion sense. You don't deserve to live.' I looked up and saw Lindsay looking back at me, smirking. She flipped her hair and turned around. A single tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away, hoping nobody saw.
But I felt eyes burning holes in my soul. I looked up again and saw the shaggy haired boy. He had a serious and dangerous expression on his face that was impossible to read. I looked into his eyes to see any signs of emotion. I looked back into my notebook. I don't have time for this shit. He will probably just be another bully.
The rest of the day went the same. Being teased and tripped, hateful notes. Mean teachers. And the shaggy haired boy- who's name is apparently Jack, staring at me constantly. Why does he keep looking at me? Is there something wrong with me? Am I actually that ugly? I shook it out of my head and shut my locker. I walked out of the doors of Hillside High and walked to the cemetery. I think it's time to see my parents' graves again. It might help me. We'll see.