You were finally going to attend a public school. You weren't really excited about it, nor were you scared to attend... you were just curious.

Five years ago, on the day you fired your teacher, wasn't the last time you saw him. He still showed up everyday after that to teach because he wasn't officially fired by your father. He was better for a while and then last year.... he showed up with bruises all around his neck. He was talking to himself a lot and he would have arguments with seemingly no one. It worried your mother.

He had a son and he was about your age. At the time you didn't care about that information, but then one day... things got out of hand.

He was yelling, "It knows your fucking name! It's your fault that it's going after me... it's all your fault!"

Your mother had woken up to all the noise and you could here her sobs coming from upstairs. She was scared... she was scared of Mr. Elliot. You threatened to call the police. You told him that he shouldn't be in custody of a child and that the police will take his only child away if he doesn't leave. After that, he never showed up to teach again.

You father decide to just send you to a public school once the new semester starts, which was more of a private school than anything. Everyone in the neighborhood was somewhat wealthy and the school was very expensive to attend so the school really wasn't open to the majority of people in your country. The school also had uniforms and dormitories.

You and your brother are in the same grade. He wasn't held back... you just skipped a grade.

It was the first day of school... for you. School had already started a five months back. It was just starting to get warm. You walked down the street in your school uniform. It was a black skirt, a white blouse, a navy blue vest with silver buttons, and a shiny new pair of black Mary Janes. You wore thigh-high, thick, black socks so your legs wouldn't be cold and your carried a baby pink cat-themed umbrella in your school bag just in case it rained ... two things that your mother made you do right before you left.

Your brother left the house a few seconds before you, yet he was nowhere in sight because he had friends... friends that would gladly pick him up in their new cars. He's made friends with most of the newcomers. Over the years, new faces began to show up to your crowded little town. The town was full of empty houses and abandoned buildings so a couple years back, a bunch of old buildings got remodeled into apartments.

There were people that didn't know about you and your odd behavior. There were people you didn't know anything about yet, people that would gladly give you a chance... maybe they would want to get to know you and become friends. You hoped you would learn something interesting about them too.

It was almost a sixty minute walk to school... that fact bothered your mother greatly. She begged your father to drive you there... but in the end, you thought it would be best if you just went to school on foot. You walked passed Mr. Thomas's bar and you took a short cut through the park, eyeing your favorite bench as you walked past.

You haven't seen Cain since you hit puberty. Your father refused to let you leave at night once he realized you were becoming a woman.... or as he put it, "a hormonal teen full of desires".

You didn't like it, but you did as he said, staying indoors every single night. You wondered if Cain cried for you.... you wondered if he was still crying now. Oh how it hurt.... just for you to think about his tears, but there was nothing you could do. If you were to leave, it would only prove your father right... it would just prove that you were an unruly hormonal teen.

You finally made it to the schools front gate. There were other people you age all around.

You've changed a lot. You look more feminine... which is what your mother wanted. Your breast grew, you developed hips, you baby face became the face of a lovely young woman. You were beautiful... was what your mother would tell you every night.

You walked passed all the people, you (h/l) hair waving gently in the wind. You walked into the school and towards the office. You've been here before... it was the day your father decided to enroll you. You walk in. There was a secretary at the front desk.

She was a manly woman, a burly older woman who could kill a man just by breathing on him. She's the type of woman that could stare at a crying child and make them stop and stare at a happy child and make them cry. She looks up and huffs.

"He's busy." She grumbles.

"I need to talks to him."

"Are you deaf?" She growls.

"Are you a well-paid super model?" You deadpan.

She laughs sarcastically. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means no, I'm not deaf."

She sighs. "You can go in..." She gives you a glare. "Don't whine to me if he ignores you the whole time because I told you he was busy."

You walk past her desk and into the hallway. At the very end was the headmaster's office. You could hear muffled yelling coming from behind the door.

"Fuck you.... you dumb piece of–"

"You have no right to talk to me like that!"

"My friends are avoiding me because of you!"

"They were bad influences...."

"NO! THEY JUST KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN!!!"

You knock, the yelling stops.

"Ahem... you may come in."

You open the door and step in. Inside the headmaster's office was of course the headmaster, but there was also someone else. The headmaster had a tall and slender build. He was most likely in his forties. He had brown hair and steel blue eyes. In front of him was a female student with the same color eyes and blonde hair. She was tall and her long hair was dyed light blue at the tips. She had three piercings on both of her ears and she wore dark eyeliner. The first two button of her button-up were undone and her vest was nowhere to be found... her cleavage was just out there for the world to see. She wore long socks like you, but her socks were blue.

She also wore lots of jewelry that included spikes, and she had lots of eye make-up on. Her make-up didn't make her look bad though... she looked lovely.

She was staring at you. She scoffs at the headmaster walking past you and purposely bumping her shoulder against yours. You look back and she winks, leaving the room and slamming the door.

"I'm sorry about that Ms. (L/n)." The headmaster groans. "My daughter can be quite the handful."

You sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

"It's fine..." You say.

"She's the complete opposite of you isn't she? Perhaps.... maybe you could be friends with her... maybe you could enlighten her for me?" He laughs.

"Sir... my schedule please."

"O—oh... yes of cou—" The bell rings. He looks at the time and then looks back at you. "I'm sorry about that. Here is your schedule and I'll write you a pass." He smiles softly, handing you a sheet of paper. "Today we start with period four..." He scribbled down his signature and the date on a small form. "Ah and here's a pass."

"Thank you."

You walk to your period four class. Most of your classes were in the senior floor because you're a senior. You were most likely the youngest person in your grade since you were seventeen and not eighteen. The senior floor was the fourth floor. Once you got there, you just had to find your class number. It was room 410 which was supposedly, your advanced drawing and painting class. Outside the room, you could hear a man speaking in a loud voice.

"Alright class! We have three months until summer break. So please try to finish all of your late projects–"

You open the door, and it creaks loudly.

"Oh? Hey there!" The teacher greets. "I'm Daniel Filwel or Mr. F to you." He sticks his hand out towards you to shake.

"Good morning." You say, shaking his hand.

"You seem like they type that doesn't like talking. You don't have to introduce yourself if you don't want to." Mr. F says. "Pick any free seat at any table. Oh and try to get to know some people okay? I know sometimes it's hard to talk to people, but it's all worth it when you have friends... I mean... trust me... I've been through high school before." He chuckles, his shaggy brown hear bouncing with every hardy laugh. "For the rest of the year, our class will be working on art portfolios. You are supposed to pick a subject and then draw it. You can spend the day thinking about it and doodling as long as you get your subject by the end of class."

You nod, sitting at the first table you came across.