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Pov Jane:

"So what is it? Girls' night tonight?" winked at me my best friend Joanna.

"I'd rather not," I replied a bit annoyed, "I don't want to be late on my second day of school. Besides, I still have to sign up for the theater ~ Ag. You know how it was last year. I put everything off and in the end I ended up at the garden club with Brandon. And I don't want to see his armpit hair collection again."

Disgusted, Joanna pulled a face and I laughed half-heartedly, although a shiver ran down my spine just thinking about it.

"You're right. It probably wasn't that great," she agreed with my laughter.

"Not so great? God, it was horrible," I replied with a smile, before I opened my new locker, too. They had bought new ones this year. It was sorely needed. I don't want to tell you any details, because otherwise my breakfast would be spread out on the floor and I couldn't really afford that on my first day of school. I was already unpopular anyway. Brandon's armpit hair collection was even more prestigious than mine.

Frustrated, I threw the locker door shut and drove through my dark red long hair.

With a few more motivational sayings, which I had copied from the internet for today and tried to remember them so that I would somehow get through the school day, I started.

Nothing had changed. On one side were the punk girls. You better not mess with them. They know how to dispose of a corpse. Okay, that was a rumor. But it was reason enough to let them scare me off.

Besides the complete opposite: The sunshine at our school, the ones who couldn't hurt anybody and who worked for world peace. I could puke.

Then there was the gang of bitches, the clicque of bad boys, the nerds and outsiders.

And then there was him.

He didn't fit into any of these categories. He was mysterious, secretive, cold. There was no sparkle in his eyes and his facial expression was grim as always. No matter how many had tried to get to him, he never let anyone get to him, he was always demarcated. And that's why he was so interesting. He fascinated me, his way fascinated me. I was attracted to him.

He looked up now, his eyes met mine. I looked away quickly, not because I was embarrassed, but because his eyes flashed dangerously every time.

A cigarette in his mouth, the leather jacket clamped under his arm and with those dark black hairs that always fell on his face he went off. Through the corridors, where everyone avoided him intimidated.

Lost in thought, I was startled when I heard the familiar ringing of the school bell. It was unnecessary anyway. Our teachers always finished the lesson. God, I hated every single one of them.

I hated those bare white walls that stank of mold.

I hated those dreary classrooms.

I hated this school.

I hated everything here.