I banged my classroom door open and entered ignoring my teacher's shouts, I'm sick of them. I sat in the last row and put my notebook on the table before opening it and sketching an outline of a wolf. The teacher sighed frustrated and resumed explaining the lesson. It was time for me to zone out.
I am Violet White. I am seventeen years old and have no friends. I live with my aunt Carla because my parents died. Our house was on fire two years ago. Yes, luckily I was not home, but I hope I did. Then I changed as a different person on the day I lost them and my soul died with them. I'm no longer the funny, sweet girl that everybody loved but the tough and strict tomboy that everyone despises.
No one dares to talk with me. I'm known for being the tough and serious, that's why most students hate me. I have long black silk hair and violet eyes. That's why they called me Violet. I am 5'6 tall with an hour glassed shape figure. A folded paper was lying next to my notebook so I looked up to see April whispering in a guy's ear while giggling, stupid Barbie.
I unfolded the small paper and gritted my teeth when I read what was written. "You're a freak." I ripped the paper into small, tiny pieces and continued with my drawing. Sometimes, I wish I could hold her by the throat and split her into two halves. Yeah, I hate her.
I narrowed my eyes when I saw the teacher's hand on my table, Mrs. Hartley. She's the worst teacher that you could ever find on this planet. She's the chubby red head that has a strict attitude and likes to make her students' life's a living hell. I have always disliked her, from the moment I saw her two years ago, I knew that she was evil.
"Over what were the countries fighting on in World War II, Miss White?" Mrs. Hartley asked with an evil glint in her eyes. I knew that she wanted me to embarrass myself in class but I just shrugged and crossed my arms. "I have no idea." I muttered in a boring tone, looking at the teacher dead in the eye, her eyes held so much anger behind.
"Why aren't you paying attention Miss White?" She tried to control herself by taking deep breaths but I knew that she was seconds away from kicking me out of class. "Because I'm bored to death and you're a lousy teacher." I paused before continuing. "Plus, you're boring." I stated in a matter—of—fact tone, making the whole class stare at me with shock.
"Out of my class Miss White. To the principal's office! Now!" Miss Hartley boomed, her voice sending chills down my spine but I held my ground. I put my notebook and pen in my bag and raced out of the room while clenching my fists. Everyone was watching me intently, waiting for me to start a fight with my teacher but I shook my head and opened the door, walking out.
I walked down the hall to the principal's office then sat on the waiting chairs. Amelia, his secretary was looking into some papers. She didn't care or ask any questions about the reason I was here which I was glad for.
"The principal is waiting for you Violet." I heard her voice ringing in my ears, making me stand up straight and entered the office, holding my head up high. The principal was in his usual suit with the black tie and sighed when he saw me. "Have a seat." He ushered and I sat down. He looked at me with eyes that said 'explain, right now!' so I justified the reason of my visit.
Principal Edgar rubbed his temples and looked at me with determined eyes. His dark brown eyes were tired from all the stress and his white hair was neatly combed. "I was talking to your Uncle, Connor White?" He looked at me waiting for my answer and I nodded.
"He informed me that you're moving in with him." That shocked me. Why? Why did he want me to move in with him? Isn't my life ruined enough? I nodded and looked at the door. I wanted to get out of here as fast as I could. The principal noticed my discomfort and allowed me to exit, his face held no sign of emotion.
I held my back in my left hand and walked out of the office, biting my tongue. Once no one was around, I ran out of school as fast as my feet could take me.
I walked out of school, clutching my bag with one hand while the other was clenched into a fist. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again! I was abandoned again! I felt tears prickle my eyes but blinked them away. I wouldn't show any weakness from now on.
I took the usual shortcut from the school to my house or in this case, my Aunt's house. She loves me as if I'm one of her children, which I am grateful for.
I spotted the house a few feet away and walked faster. Does my aunt have any idea of this, of me going with my uncle to another place? A part of me said, of course she has an idea, when another part disagreed. Once I was near the house, I saw Aunt Carla waiting for me outside the door.
She was in her usual plain clothes and red apron. She had a smile that could brighten any person's world.
"Good afternoon sweetie." She greeted. I gave her a small smile before entering the house. The house I was living in was normal. It consists of four rooms; a living room and three bedrooms. I looked at the usual white walls then ran up to my room. I knew that my aunt wanted to talk to me.
I entered my bedroom and threw my bag on my bed. My room is blue and white. My twin sized bright blue bed was in the middle of my room while my white closet was on the other end of the room. My curtains were blue and I had a window next to my closet that had a view of everything outside.
Someone knocked on the door, making me turn. I was not surprised when I saw Aunt Carla behind the door. She has a timid smile on her face as she closed the door quietly. She took a few steps then sat on the bed, patting the space next to her.
I realized that she wanted me to sit next to her so I moved forward and sat beside her. I knew what she wanted to say. 'Violet dear, I know you're under a lot of stress but you have to travel and go to your uncle's school.'
"Honey, your uncle called me today and—" she sighed and rubbed her temples. "You have to pack and be ready tomorrow morning. You're moving to your Uncle's school."
"Ok." I answered quickly before standing up and walking to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I put my hands on the sink and closed my eyes; everything was going to repeat again. New life, new school, being an outcast, everything's going to change again.
