I looked around at this hell of a place. The brick corridors echoed loudly with silence. Everyone was in class. I had just been uprooted from my school, home and life. I had been tricked into coming here, it was supposed to only be a weekend with my grandmother. Apparently, she thought otherwise. I came only with a small bag of clothes, and during this time I was in a ‘gothic’ phase. Things weren’t easy for me, but at least I was trying.
I waited near the principles office hoping he wouldn't let me into this hell. I didn't want to be here and I was going to make sure that everyone knew it. The door opened and out stepped the wicked witch. My grandmother.
“You better behave yourself, child. If not, there will be consequences for your actions.” …show more content…
Suicidal, 12 suicide attempts. Mother is a drug addict and alcoholic, hasn’t been around. Father is unknown at the time. Lives with appointed guardian Colette Vasquez. Dating a Xavier Vasquez. You are about 3 months pregnant. Been arrested too many times for various crimes. Drug addict, drug of choice marijuana. Have been institutionalized 4 times for violent tendencies, suicide attempts and an attempt on your mothers life with a butcher knife.” She put the file down and looked at me. “Looks like we have a problem with …show more content…
Tell us something about yourself.” He stood by my side.
“I’m Victoria Tate, as that bitch just said.” I smiled at the class. “I’m not here to make friends, but I can tell you I will make this your own personal hell.” I sat down near the closest desk to me.
“I will not tolerate that type of language in my class.” He looked at me sternly.
“I’m sorry Kevin, maybe you didn't hear me clear enough. I’m not here to learn, to make friends, or be a shining student. I’m here to fuck things up and make it a hell to where no one wants me here. So just leave me the fuck alone and we will be just fine.” I faced forward.
“Sorry to do this Ms. Tate, but I am escorting you to the principals office. Maybe that will be hell enough for you.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me upwards. “Class you behave and I will be right back, without Victoria to interrupt our class.”
“You have two seconds to let go of me asshole.” I looked at him, and calmly balled my hand into a fist.
“That isn't going to happen.” He tugged harder. “Come on.”
I gave him his warning, in which he didn't follow. So I swung my body backwards and punched him in his face. The punch landed right on his monstrous nose. “I warned you
I waited near the principles office hoping he wouldn't let me into this hell. I didn't want to be here and I was going to make sure that everyone knew it. The door opened and out stepped the wicked witch. My grandmother.
“You better behave yourself, child. If not, there will be consequences for your actions.” …show more content…
Suicidal, 12 suicide attempts. Mother is a drug addict and alcoholic, hasn’t been around. Father is unknown at the time. Lives with appointed guardian Colette Vasquez. Dating a Xavier Vasquez. You are about 3 months pregnant. Been arrested too many times for various crimes. Drug addict, drug of choice marijuana. Have been institutionalized 4 times for violent tendencies, suicide attempts and an attempt on your mothers life with a butcher knife.” She put the file down and looked at me. “Looks like we have a problem with …show more content…
Tell us something about yourself.” He stood by my side.
“I’m Victoria Tate, as that bitch just said.” I smiled at the class. “I’m not here to make friends, but I can tell you I will make this your own personal hell.” I sat down near the closest desk to me.
“I will not tolerate that type of language in my class.” He looked at me sternly.
“I’m sorry Kevin, maybe you didn't hear me clear enough. I’m not here to learn, to make friends, or be a shining student. I’m here to fuck things up and make it a hell to where no one wants me here. So just leave me the fuck alone and we will be just fine.” I faced forward.
“Sorry to do this Ms. Tate, but I am escorting you to the principals office. Maybe that will be hell enough for you.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me upwards. “Class you behave and I will be right back, without Victoria to interrupt our class.”
“You have two seconds to let go of me asshole.” I looked at him, and calmly balled my hand into a fist.
“That isn't going to happen.” He tugged harder. “Come on.”
I gave him his warning, in which he didn't follow. So I swung my body backwards and punched him in his face. The punch landed right on his monstrous nose. “I warned you