Chapter 2

A distasteful smell lingered in the air. The fragrance, lemon grass mixed with sweat. I shuddered in disgust when I got snapped back to reality. My nose felt stuffy at that moment.

Just great. A stuffy nose and a bad headache. Just what any new girl wants on her first day of school right?

The dark thoughts clouded my mind again and I felt my head pounding in my ears. Oh God not now. I gripped my hair as I fell back on my knees. Please Mira don't let this get to you!

It was too late.

I could see my self staring at myself in a mirror I didn't recognize. My reflection stared back at me.

"Miss could you please sit down instead?"

"What?" I heard my young self say and that's when my eyes opened, the reason I didn't recognize myself right away was due to my innocent form, one I don't recognize anymore.

"Please you've been staring at that mirror for about 10 minutes by now."

"I have?" I looked back at my psychologist.

"Yes dear."

My young self giggled slightly and that's when I finally saw the spark that made me this way.

"If I remember nothing...I owe no one nothing."

My vision cleared as I opened my eyes and rose to my feet.

"What have you done to me?"

I gave myself a pep talk as I walked back to my locker, checking out some of my classes on the way and where to find them. I realized after feeling my lungs race slightly that the school was bigger than I thought. Coming to stop in front of my locker, Number 72, I heard the bell ring, My heart started to race and I hurriedly grabbed my black backpack, leaving my locker open as I hurried towards my first class, homeroom. I swept through a sea of teenagers in every hall and finally managed to reach my class, only to see that I was late for it as well since everyone was already seated inside.

I could already hear the voice of the teacher as she started calling out names for attendance. Her hair was tied in a messy bun behind her head and I noticed her wearing a formal dress with high heels. Her golden brown hair complimented the color of her silver dress. She started tapping on the clipboard with a pen she was holding while she sat on her desk.

I gulped and walked in, standing next to the teacher. My backpack in my hand was getting heavier as she kept ignoring me. Every time I spoke or attempted to open my mouth, she called out another name. I guess I had no choice but to wait and watch.

"Amelia Jane James?"

Far in the corner of the room I saw a shy girl, yet misunderstood. She was wearing something which looked like a pale green beanie hiding her hair but her pigtails was hanging at the side of her face, her hair color, was the shade of pinkish-salmon. Her cheeks tinted the same shade her hair was.

"Y-Yes m-miss-s."she stuttered out her words and played with her fingers.

The next name that was called out I didn't pay much attention to- yet I should have.

"Coral Cameroon."

"Over here Ma'am ." I heard him say but it was muffled and I didn't actually hear his voice or see his face since it was turned against me.

"Avery Note."

I rolled my eyes as girls squealed in the background.

"Over here." he faked a cool exterior as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms behind his head.

His hair was a rich caramel shade and looked as soft as silk as he ran his hand through it. Okay, wow. Look away now Mira- he's not that good looking. Hair will always be one of the things that catches a girl's attention first, in my opinion at least.

"Falery Fon Due."

"Oui!" A girl the closest to me called who sat right in front of the row, she looked much like a exchange student with her odd sense of style. Her brown- blondish locks was curly and fell perfectly around her head, a cute white beret framing her image as if she was a young artist.

"Lark Bark."

The class erupted into a phase of laughter. I saw a tall guy standing up while pointing an accusing finger towards the teacher.

"Its LORK BOARK MA'AM!" He yelled and the teacher waved it off, but the class didn't quiet down.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" She yelled, which made me want to cover my ears.

The class gone as quiet as a mouse in a second.

"I'm CLEARLY NOT IN the mood to be YOU BRATS'S Home room teacher, so please. Make this easier for both of us."

I could swear I just saw murder in her eyes.

"Now please, where is Morgue Manoot!"

No answer followed and the class was too quiet. It's just a name right? Wrong?! WRONG.

I gasped in my head. Of course!

Wasn't the head principals surname 'Manoot'?

"WELL! WHERE IS HE!"

"I don't know mam, we saw him this morning, not after that." A guy answered from the back.

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME BRATT!" She yelled.

This woman needs to stop yelling or I'm going to have serious issues with my ears.

"Mark Deane Goddard."

She let out a huff, holding back her words at yet another brunet.

Awkward silence followed.

"Camille Talia Barnett."

"Yes." I saw people glare at her for no reason and shrugged it off.

"Haily Hillbrow. " The teacher spat and glared at her in the room.

Haily laughed nervously, backing into her chair.

"Yes ma'am?!"

"Tell your brother to stop disrupting my classes."

Haily nodded but I could see her roll her eyes when Ms Harvey looked away.

"Jorol Loungé."

"Here." A guy sat up, revealing an appalling black mark around his eye, which was swollen.

Besides being beaten up, he looked like a model.

"Oh my god! What happened to you?" Ms Harvey noticed the blue eye he had and broken nose.

"WHO DID THIS!" She yelled boiling with emotion.

"Did they cut your tongue too?"

"No." Is all he responded. His voice was even more gorgeous than his face.

"Then answer me damn it!"

He refused to answer her which made her even more mad.

In the corner of my eye I saw someone kicking his chair.

"Jorol, please leave my class." she sighed and gave in.

I felt my mouth drop.

I grit my teeth in anger.

This time, I am interfering, I don't care if I get in trouble.