Hey guys here is my first chapter. Hope you like it took me a while to write it but it's done. Please, Please, Please review, comment, vote etc. I really appreciate it and if you ask I will do the same for you. If you want your name in the book ask and I'll slot you in somewhere. It's my first story and I've edited it as best as I could.
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Kikitee. x
Chapter 1
“Alright girls that’s it for this lesson, please finish reading chapter three and continue on with the questions we went through in class for next lesson”, instructs my Science teacher Mrs Mallem. The feelings of relief and rejoice sink in as I realise its Friday afternoon and I am free of this Nazi prison camp for two days! Unlike most teenagers my age who look forward to the countless alcohol supplied parties they have ahead, or a shopping spree with their bestie and older sister or even just a sleepover and movie night with their girlfriends, I have a weekend without worrying about whether my group decides to forget about me and having to sit by myself in the library doing work on my laptop and snacking away at my hidden sandwich. You can probably tell by now that I really despise school but in all honesty, I don’t. I just despise thisschool. Why? That just so happens to be the question I always seem to receive from those who don’t have a clue why I dislike St. Joan’s so much. The answer: I just do. The source of the lack of adoration I have for this school does not arise from one issue but from an abundance of issues. Issue #1: The majority of girls in my school are just a bunch of wannabe, bimbo, slutty, cake-face, whores who have no respect for themselves or for others. The world revolves around them and they seem to do this in such a manner that you can’t question their motives. For example, I come back to school after an emergency operation on my appendix (hence the word emergency meaning I didn’t tell anybody), and had been away for two weeks recovering. Most people would get endless amounts of phone calls, texts, Facebook messages or any other form of social contact saying things like: “Is everything okay” or “Can I do anything for you?” maybe even a “Thinking about you, hope you feel heaps better. Missing you.” But me, well, I got one text message from my so called ‘friend’ saying: “OMG where have u been, are you like dead or something. Geez I have soooooo much to tell you and you’re not even here to listen. Now who am I gonna tell?” What a friend hey? Anyway when I returned to school everyone asked me that same question that lingered in my mind: “Were you dead?” To be honest, I wish I was. When I told Jaime (the girl who texted me that “thoughtful” message) about what happened to me and how I had to go to hospital because I was in a lot of pain and they had to do an emergency operation on me, she replied with: “Oh really, wow, well you’re better now aren’t you?”, to which I replied yes but it was an awful experience. “Yeah but that happens to people, but good you’re all better. (Changing the subject) So yeah like what I was going to tell you two weeks ago but I couldn’t cause you were away was that Matty and I are official, we’re going out! Aren’t you happy for me Diana?” “Yeah, that’s great”, I replied as enthusiastically as I could. But on the inside, I couldn’t have given less than a fuck about it. Jaime is just one example of what the girls are like at St. Joan’s. The worst part is, she isn’t the worst one there. Every day I get questions from girls like: “Is my hair fuzzy from the humidity” or “Do my thighs look fat” and “I can’t believe that I got only 280 likes on my dp! It’s ridiculous isn’t it.” I give them the answers I know they all want: no your hair is so gorgeous today, did you do something new with it? No babe they look amazing, you can even see a thigh gap! That’s heaps of likes on your dp and you only put it up two hours ago! The thing is, they receive no satisfaction from these answers because they already know they are pretty, skinny, tall, hot etc. They just like to hear it coming from other people, like me. And that’s just one issue I have to face five days a week, six hours a day. No need to bore you with the rest of them now anyway. Besides, I have other things to take care of. It’s Friday afternoon and everyone is going to do something tonight and I am too; for once. I am going to end this painful misery that they call life because really, it’s not a life if you haven’t being living it, which in this case, I haven’t. I am going to be free, free of my school, my ‘friends’, my job- everything. I am going to be free, to fly away to another place that is hopefully better than here. And I am doing it tonight.