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    The Hellish One


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    Ah, school. How I despised it like the rest of the human world. But I have to admit, it has changed over the years. I guess that's a good thing. At least people aren't as stupid and unwise as they used to be. But there are still those who just be put out of their misery. They wouldn't make it in the 'real word'. Oh, just gag me with a fork already! Blah, blah, blah! Humans are just stupid in general. Enough said.


    I rolled my eyes, taking one more draw of the cigarette lit between my lips before heading inside the school building. I threw the butt into the grass, covered in morning dew. I pulled my phone from my pocket, unlocking it and scrolling through my texts as I walked to my first class of the day. I looked at the top of the screen. 7:45 a.m. it read. I rolled my eyes for the second time. "Late again, Mr. Holmes.", I heard a stern voice say from behind me.


    I quickly locked my phone and turned around, seeing the school principle. "Yeah, and?", I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. "Just get to class. I'll see you in second period, Holmes.", he said simply, turning away and striding down the hallway angrily. I smirked and turned back, walking to my class again. 'Pfft, sure. That is if I don't decide to ditch this stupid place..', I thought to myself.

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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    i am telling you now, new schools suck. they're the worst, especially when you have no idea where you're going, and after asking about twenty locals, arrive at some cemetery and have to tame a bl**dy dog just to get through the gates of the church. to cut a long story short, i arrived at the pitiful excuse for a school thirty-three minutes late, and was immediately graced with the pleasant sight of some authority figure-looking guy telling off some rebellious looking boy. i stood waiting until the authority figure - who i'd gather from the boy's general demeanour and the conversation was the principal - began to walk off, then saw me and raised his eyebrows, glaring at me, all the way from my slightly scuffed converses to my jeans, ripped in the knee from where i'd fallen over a gravestone (don't even ask about it) to my long-sleeved bright red top, and then finally, my scuffled bouncy blonde curls. i was starting to wonder if i'd collected a bird's nest or a family of spiders in it when the man spoke.
    "and who might you be?" wow, for a principal his records of students at this school were pretty shabby. i'll have to talk to someone… once i make a decent impression for myself. yeah right.
    "i'm gemma," i said shortly. i could tell he wanted more information, so i obligingly said, "gemma hallows. i'm new here?"
    "and why are you late, gemma hallows?" what a self-objectified jerk. i raised one eyebrow myself and looked at him for a few seconds.
    "i blundered into a graveyard and was chased away by an angry priest shouting some very unpriestlike swear words," i said. he looked mildly astounded. "i also have no idea where to go for my next class, namely history, so could you give me the lecture, dole out the sanction, and then point me in the direction of room 3g?"     [/justify]

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    OOC: Your post is great! And the last part was hilarious! Since I am on my mobile, I'll reply later. c:

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    I trudged into my classroom which was History. Everyone glared and gawked at me, trying their best to piss me off. I stopped in the middle of my tracks and turned to face everyone. "Go on, take a picture! It will last longer!", I shouted before continuing to the back table which had no other people sitting at it. I slumped down into my seat, growling quietly as I watched everyone turn back around and continue on with the lesson.


    I rolled my eyes. You have no idea how many times I have heard the same thing over and over and over and over and over again. By now, you'd think I would be teaching the class. After all, I am the 'nerd' of the school since I know about every single question in every book by memory. I know how to solve any math equation in a snap. I'll tell you when the first pencil was invented or when did Cleopatra begin ruling. I'll tell you about the discovery of atoms and fusions.


    //mobile

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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    "life, f-cking life," i sung quietly, starting to walk to the classroom which, after the rant and detention i'd suffered through, i'd been pointed in the direction of. i marched inside, ignoring the teacher's questions until i sat down, whereupon i simply said,
    "look, i already have a detention, so cut me some slack and we can get to actually learning some stuff." i'd sat down near the back with the troublemaker, simply because i wasn't in the mood for b-tchy barbie doll girls or flirty and perverted boys.     [/justify]

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    Everyone's eyes, including mine, widened as the new girl daringly took a seat beside me. I played it cool and leaned up against the wall, sneaking glares over to her. I had to admit, her big curly hair looked nice. And to be honest, dirty blondes always looked great. I chuckled to myself as I looked down at the black table, taking out my car keys and carving something into the top of it.

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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    the teacher gave me one last glare and went back to scribbling something on the board. i breathed out and took a look around the classroom; the boy next to me was carving something into his desk with a car key, of all things. why not a pocket knife? whatever, doesn't matter. i was also getting plenty of peculiar looks from everyone, no clique in particular. slowly, i leant over to the boy next to me, and whispered,
    "did i sit down somewhere i wasn't meant to, or something like that?"    [/justify]

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    I couldn't help but smile at such a question. I gave a small laugh as well. I put my keys down and looked over to the girl. "I know you're new here so I'm going to make it blunt. I know you saw me in the hallway. I'm not the nicest kid, not the most school oriented, and I sure as h*ll don't care about anyone else here except myself. So of course, I'm the 'bad guy'. I'd advise you to go join the cheerleaders. You look skinny enough to join them. But personally, I don't care how skinny a girl is. Whatever, that's beside the point.", I simply explained before going back to carving a skull into the desk. "I prefer being alone anyways.", I whispered.

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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    "well, at least we have that in common," i murmured, turning to face the front of the class. "i'm the most damn selfish person you'll ever meet." i stuck my tongue out childishly at the cheerleaders and crossed my arms, leaning back in the chair. i wasn't moving now, but i'd learnt new things. like that some of these guys could be total jerks, and that i was skinny enough to be a cheerleader. besides, i thought cheerleaders had to be happy and bouncy and bubbly. just because i'm blonde, doesn't make me dumb, nor does it make me a giggling sl-t. i crinkled up my nose as i watched the teacher. i could tell that this school would be one of the most interesting experiences i'd had in a long time. i bit my lip; the guy next to be seemed to be awfully talkative for someone who wasn't too interested in anyone but himself.[/justify]


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    I never said I couldn't have exceptions. Already this girl had me very infatuated with her. She had some guts, I'll give her that. And she must have some insane parents to make her go to this piece of sh*t of a school. I rolled my eyes and shoved my keys back into my pocket. I pulled my phone back out, hiding it under the desk and beginning to text some of my 'friends' to see if it was cool if we met up while I ditched. Yeah, I had a car and a motorcycle. But come on, skateboarding was way more fun. Thank god I still had my skateboard in my locker.


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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    i literally just drummed my nails on the table, taking notes in some swiftly running out pen, until the end of the lesson, whereupon i stood up, slung my shoulder bag over my shoulder and starting to walk down the corridor. math. now math i could do. it was my thing; numbers, computing, sciences. i bit my lip; i was convinced that i was going to get lost.
    "ugh…" i groaned, looking at a brightly colored map that was on the wall. my math class was in the next building, and i had… damn it, thirty seven seconds to get to it! why was my luck like this… and why on earth would you give only three minutes between classes?! maybe they're more lenient at the beginning of the term, but i don't have that kind of luck to arrive at the beginning of a year.    [/justify]


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    I smirked, watching the blonde trot out of the class like she was big stuff. Ha! What a lie. I slowly got up from my seat and followed after her, assuming that she would have the exact same schedule as me. Last year they had just thrown me into this school and of course, I had the exact same schedule as some people. It was awful. And having lunch BEFORE gym? Are they really that stupid? I rolled my eyes at the stupid memories and grabbed the blonde, by her arm, jerking her to the side away from the large crowd hurrying to their next class. "It looks like this little angel needs some help. Would you like my assistance?", I asked, smiling with a slight smirk.


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    "point a," i said, yanking my arm away from him. "don't grab me. i don't generally do physical contact." i glared at him, and then bit my lip. "and b, as much as i hate to admit it, yeah, assistance would be greatly appreciated." i gave him the once-over again, then raised one of my eyebrows. "i thought you didn't give a damn about anyone but yourself, and here you are helping me." i wasn't arguing, i did need help, and i was purely interested in him. i guess, if curiosity killed the cat, the satisfaction of knowing whatever he'd been curious about brought him back. and i was curious about this boy.[/justify]

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    I chuckled and pulled my hands back in a mocking gesture of being caught. "Oops my bad..", I said sarcastically, obviously not giving a d*mn if she wanted to be touched or not. "I never said that I wouldn't help a pretty lady in distress.", I admitting, smirking as I looked down at her. "Now, I could help you.. Or I could get to know you while I go and ditch class, and maybe, just maybe.. I could trust you enough and then give you the tour. Because I wouldn't want you to use me just to get to your next class, now would I?", I asked, clasping my hands together and giving a mischievous smile, a hint of evil flashing in my eyes. They don't call me the 'Son of Satan' for anything, y'know.


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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    "that's a tricky position," i said, narrowed eyes staring straight at him. he was playing with me in a strange way, and i didn't know whether or not i liked it. "because you see, i like math class, but then again, i'd also quite like to not have to ask for help again. and a tour is always useful. so…" i tucked some hair back and checked my watch. "oh well. i've made a bad impression anyway, and i'm late already, so i'll take you up on the offer of that tour." he was… a really, really weird boy. [/justify]

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    //Oh.. Hehe :-[


    I frowned and rolled my eyes. "Luckily, I have every single class with you, so let's get going..", I murmured, walking down the hallway. I didn't waste anytime since I never did bother to get my books. I trudged up the stairs and continued down the hallway, going to room 220. I came up to the door, looking through the small window. To my surprise, no one was in the room. I opened the door and walked in, looking around. Even the lights were off and no one was in the room. Not even the teacher. I scratched at my forehead and looked back to the girl. "No one is in here... They're probably on the class field trip.", I said with a sigh.


    "Unless you don't want to spend two class periods in study hall, I suggest we skip. What do you say?", I asked, smirking once more as my eyes began to softly glow an icy blue colour.


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    gemma saskia hallows -- fifteen years old


    "sure, fine, whatever," i said, taking a stick of candy out of my pocket and unwrapping it, biting into the strawberry shocker. i watched him closely; that smirk of his was positively demonic. he was cute though. i wasn't too much of a girl girl, the type that giggles at cute boys, but he was different. and he was mysterious, which was a good trait in a boy. "i'm gemma. who are you, or can i just call you the fiend?"


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