why the look?

Chapter 3:

"You have quite the guts Nabie." I heard Ivy chuckle as she pulled her hand back.

That was the first time I had ever stood up for myself… and I had to admit… it felt good.

"Instincts always kick in." I flashed a small smile, turning my feet, and walking away, heart pounding, and a smile winding up my lip, hoping to get as far away from her before she could get the chance to pounce on me.

With that thought being left behind, I turned to the left, and bumped into someone.

"Ah!" with a slightly loud scream, I fell back, my eyes shutting close as I waited for my butt to make contact with the floor, but lucky… it didn't?

Slowly, I pealed my eyes open, there was a handsome boy in front me, a cold yet charming looking on his face, and mine could only turn bright red.

"I'm sorry." He had caught me, and we were up close, in an instant I pulled away and rushed past him.

Such a clumsy move. I thought, heading into the class room, and hearing the bell ring right on time.

The teacher walked in, couple of books in her hands, as she place them down.

"Settle down now, class." She said with a much calmer tone than mine.

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The sudden bell ring caught my attention, that had signaled the end of class, and everyone began getting up, best friends locking their hands into one another, while I say there, hating everyday I spent here, it sickened me.

I had no friends, not a single one, and if you asked why, then I wouldn't know how to answer.

Maybe because I wasn't a person anyone would like.

As everyone moved past, leaving the class, I sat there, alone, with just myself.

It was a nice feeling, and as the class grew silent, and the last student exited, I could only sigh, hands clenching, and stomach twisting... I hated that feeling, it was annoying.

It was best I left, they'd have soon closed the School, and I wouldn't want to get locked up in here, all alone, and in a dark space... That was what now lived in me.

An endless void.

"I guess it's time." As I spoke, my words came out soft, and my hands moved away, and with a small smile, I got up, and moved the chair back in place, and picked up my bag, and threw it over my shoulder.

My head hung low as I exited, and slowly, and steadily, I shut the door, and walked off. Now stepping out of the school, I paused to turn back, it was Hugh now that I got a closer look of it.

Newton high, one of the most famous/dangerous places to be... The fee was worth the name, and the students weren't any better.

I had heard quite a few rumors about it... One said a student died after trying to stick their nose where it didn't belong... And the other said; if you don't have wealth... You don't belong there, the rest ended up dead, just because they didn't have the influence or wealth.

It was pathetic that a school ran on that.

My eyes closed, and I turned, I didn't want to hurt my eye sockets anymore by staring at it.

Heading home would have been better.

I turned and walked right past the gates... My house wasn't far away from here, and instead of wasting money taking the bus, I'd rather walk.

In minutes, I found myself walking through the doors of my mother's home, it was unusually quiet... And the atmosphere was thick with tension, and as I turned to the kitchen, I got the clear sight of her sitting there, hands on her head, and her face looking, or rather carrying distress on it, I hadn't seen her like this… not until my father had left us. Thinking about it made me sick, but seeing her look like that made me even more sick.

"Mom?"