Avoiding Death

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The 8am breeze chilled me to the bone as I dressed myself tiredly and picked up my phone. Pressing the home button to check the school news, the glaring brightness of the screen blinded me for a few seconds before my eyesight returned and I was able to see what was happening today.

'Death Row Prison Catches Fire. Inmates To Reside At Local Detention School; Eastwood Heights.'

Of course they would reside here. The school was refurbished from a prison and there were still cells in the lower levels. Eastwood Heights was a school of punishment. Bad students.....Very bad students were sent here by the authorities for doing unimaginable things. I was sent here for a number of fatal reasons.

-Throwing concentrated Hydrochloric Acid in my science teacher's face when she annoyed me.

-Stabbing four of my bullies with a sharp knife from the food-tech room.

-Assaulting my head teacher.

-Constant refusal to go to lessons that I hated.

-Burning my maths book in the middle of the lesson and throwing it at the teacher.

So many spiteful things and the worst part is that I don't regret any of it. Not one single thing. If you do one bad thing here, you're thrown into one of the cells and left there for five weeks as a punishment, only being fed whatever was on the menu. I enjoyed walking through the woods in the mornings. Being out in the open, despite the tall wire fence reminding me of where I was.

TIMESKIP

After I had been to my Biology lesson (a lesson I actually liked), I started heading towards the recreation room to relax. Like hell was I going to lessons today. If someone so much as touches me, I'll hit them and put up a fight. The school think that I'm just like all the other terrified students here but I'm not. I won't hesitate to hit someone or kick off if someone fucks with me. That's how I end up in the cells most of the time.

About an hour later, the school's principal Amanda Yates came in with the punishment officers. Yeah during that hour, I may have accidently thrown acid at a bitch who pushed me over.

"Take her." She said. I stood up, preparing to fight but one of the men punched me in the face and both of them restrained me, dragging me kicking and screaming profanities, all the way to the cells. One of the men let me go and I took the opportunity to drop back and elbow the one holding me in the face. I was about to run for it but they both grabbed me again.

"Get the fuck off me you assholes!" I shouted, putting up as much of a fight as I could.

"Shut it bitch." One snapped and both threw me into the cell. I went to run again but they closed the door in my face and I collided with the bars. However I did manage to punch one of them in the spine which made him yell in pain.

"Motherfuckers!" I muttered, turning round and beginning to pace in the cell. 

"Damn girl. Are you always like that?" Someone in the cell next to me asked after letting out a shocked whistle.

"Most of the time because these TWATS think they can control me like they control everyone else." I growled, kicking the cell door.

"You got fire girl. What do they call you?" He asked, coming over to the bars.

"Blade Ascot. I wasn't named that for nothing. My original name was Charlie but my folks changed it when I begun to get aggressive and carry a knife with me. I used to always rely on a blade so they changed my name to Blade." I shrugged. "What do they call you?"

"I'm Chick Prigusivac. My mom had a serious obsession with chicks so as her eldest son, she named me Chick. Plus I was really small and weak when I was born." He said.