going to this high school was hard, to get accepted you had to fill out a form, pay money, write a essay why you need to go to this school.

the students there were mostly rich based people. Fathers and mothers who could afford to pay the school, and afford their kid to stay, hell, perhaps even for free if their father had a good relationship with the principal.

you didn’t, you got here by intelligence, writing that essay and filling out the form wasn’t hard at all, you and your friend tried to both get it, only you did.

as you roamed around the halls, in your dark uniform, a skirt with Mary Jane shoes, a tie around your neck.

chitter chatter everywhere, groups of girls and boys whispering and talking, looking at you, were they talking at you?

the air in the hall felt so weird, so negative, groups of boys pointing and laughing at you, is this how they acted with each person?

you saw a particular boy, Kaizen. Staring at you while the other boys were laughing.

when the first class finished, answering all questions, getting weird looks, someone pulled your hair.

“what the hell?” Rang through your mind as you were slammed into a locker.

“you think you’re smart? answering all those questions like a loser? that’s what teachers are meant for. you’re so ugly and pathetic it makes me feel bad. if you ever look at me just like you did earlier, I promise, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

kaizen said with a rough voice.

“get out of my sight.”

he muttered as his friends were laughing, he just stared at you, you felt so uncomfortable.

he continued looking at you, he wasn’t finna say it, but he had his eye on you ever since you walked in. And he’s sure to make you his, forcibly or not.