The cold breeze greeted me as soon as I stepped out of my shared room, some strands of my hair flew, making me shiver because of how cold it was. I hugged the scarf around me even tighter in hopes of it giving me more warmth from the coldness that the night is giving while walking in the dark. The hallway was quiet, of course. Who would want to wander around at this hour? It was well known that anybody who would get caught out of their rooms after curfew would be punished by the students who are watching the night in the dorms.
You see, I had always been the one who would disobey whatever rule that was set for us. I never liked the idea of being the good girl who would just follow orders. So despite it being a stupid move, I still left my room every midnight just so I could at least get to see the moon and the stars.
And being the new student in Whistler High School for Girls means I get to use the “Home sick excuse” where I would just tell the girls who are guiding that I was out, because I’m missing my family. It always worked, especially on the teachers. So I was still kind of free from the punishments.
I smiled under the moonlight as I can hear the faint chatters coming this way. They’re coming.
She’s coming.
I yawned and stretched my arms, like a cat. I let out a groan and after, I finally heard her voice. Her very lovely voice.
“Students aren’t allowed to be outside at this hour.”
Her voice was stern, yet it was beautiful. I didn’t know if I was being biased, but everything about her screams perfection. She was just that girl we see in movies, where once she shows up, she immediately steals the spotlight. She’s that kind of girl. She was the type you could never ignore.
And I was far from being like her. Maybe that’s why she kept on ignoring me. Because I was far from her.
She was like an art that was carefully drawn by her artist. Unlike me who was like made a day before its deadline.
“You’re a student too, President,” I told her, acting dumb just so our conversation can last longer. I get up from my position and went near to where she is. She told the other girls who are guarding for this night to go and sleep, making me left alone with her.
“I’ll just deal with you myself. Let’s go back to our room, Victoria,” she ordered and even got a hold of my wrist. My eyes widen from the contact but I immediately composed myself.
“Make me.” I told her and got even closer to her. She lets out a tired sigh, and was about to drag me back to our room since she’s my very own roommate. But even before she could start dragging me, I pushed her to a nearby wall and tried to trap her. I know it would be impossible, knowing that she’s literally taller than me. She’s 5’9 and I’m only 5’6. But I was stupid, so I still tried to trap her using my small frame.
“Bloody hell! What are you doing, Victoria?” she asked, her british accent was too thick if I wasn't a local myself I wouldn't have understand her. And this time she was clearly annoyed. I tried my best not to chuckle at her frustrated face because I needed to act tough in front of her.
“Why do you keep on ignoring me, Amelia?” I asked her, this time the playful aura was gone. I was serious. I wanted to know why she kept on ignoring me despite of me trying to talk to her. She is my roommate, and I wanted to be at least friends with her, but she kept on shutting me out.
“I don’t have time for people like you, Victoria,” she said sternly. And I raised an eyebrow because I was confused. People like me? What does she mean?
“I am supposed to be a responsible child. I have a dream to achieve. I have my life already planned out for me, I cannot fail just because of a transferee who’s no other than you. I cannot slack off. And you are the person I don’t want to be. You are just rambunctious! You bring chaos wherever you go, and I do not want that!” she exclaimed before she changed our position. I was now the one being trapped between her and the wall.
I could feel my heart thumping loudly inside my chest, as if it was asking me to release it. I fought the urge to squeal because of the sudden action she just did because I was scared the other girls might see the both of us in this position.
I wouldn’t mind if it was just me, but I can’t let her get punished too. It would tarnish her reputation. People here don’t like me very much because of how I act. I wasn’t like them. I was kind of different, not the type of what we call a pick me girl, but I’m not like them because I didn’t grew up here like the others.
I wasn’t fed up of what a lady is supposed to act. I was chaotic, while they were well behaved. They were the daughters whom their parents would be very proud of them, while I’m really not that type.
It’s kind of sad to think that these girls are not allowed to do anything fun just because the school doesn’t like it. I’m just like them. If I can be crazy and wild, so can they.
“So, can you please just stop whatever this is that you are doing?” she asked, before giving me a smile that soon turned into a grimace. I chuckled at her expression before gently caressing her cheek.
“It would take you a lifetime to stop me, darling. I’m your worst nightmare,” I whispered to her ear, and even made sure that my lips touched the tip of her ear. I felt her shuddering when our bodies were so close to each other.
“At least respect me as your President. If you can’t stay away, then at least go back to our room instead,” she said, still acting tough but her voice was shaky, and that only made me braver. I pulled her closer to me, too close that our noses were almost touching.
“Make me, President,” I urged her, trying to be the confident one although I could already feel how my legs are shaking because of our position right now.
But what shocked me more was when she smirked at me and decided to put her hand on my neck and even slightly caressed it. I shivered at the contact and even closed my eyes because of how good it felt.
“Don’t test my patience, princess. You wouldn’t like it,” she whispered near my ear too, and I was even more shock when she started to lean in. . . is she going to kiss me?! I closed my eyes and even puckered my lips as I wait for hers to touch mine.
But then I felt something on top of my lips, and I’m well aware that it wasn’t her lips so I opened my eyes and there I saw her with a smirk on her face.
I took the sticky note on my lips and read it.
“Detention room tomorrow.”
I groaned at it and then I heard her laughing because of my reaction. Instead of getting more irritated, I felt my heart doing a flip because of how good her laughter sounds like. I rarely see her smile and laugh at me, so this was a sight to remember.
“Go back to our room,” she ordered, so with a pout, I gave her a nod and decided to finally go back. I could never win against her. Amelia Williams has always been the winner whenever we do things like this.
“And Victoria?” she called, so I looked back. And there I saw her smiling and I could feel that familiar warmth in my chest because of this rare sight.
“What?” I asked, confused as to why she called me again.
“Sweet dreams,” she said before running away with her flashlight, leaving me— a blushing mess in the hallways.
I placed my hand on top of my chest where my heart was located, and I could feel it beating rapidly. Goddamn, I really had this hard.
My parents had always reminded me to be thankful for the new life God has given me every morning.But I can’t seem to have the ability to thank God right now, because today is the day that I’ll be leaving my house to go to a new school—worse, it’s a boarding school for girls. Well, it’s nothing new here in the UK to find parents sending their kids off to some boarding school. It’s just that, I never expected my parents to do it to me, their only daughter! I have lived my life for 17 years just fine in a normal school with my awesome friends, but they just had to ruin all of it, just because the principal of that school where my mum studied, came and urged her to let me go study there too.I had always been a fan of freedom and chaos. So a boarding school isn’t just my cup of tea.It was no secret that Whistler High School for Girls is one of the top schools in our country. Most students who graduate the
Waking up at 4 am has never been my doing. But I couldn’t seem to sleep more with the fact that I’m not in my room anymore and I have Amelia as my roommate who’s already taking a shower since we have classes today.I watched as a bird tried to knock on our window, but immediately went away when it saw me looking at it. I shook my head as I tried to fix my appearance. Was the bird scared because of how I look? I let out a soft grunt before stretching my arms.I took my phone, and texted both my parents that I was sorry for just updating them now that I’m already at my school. I was so tired yesterday that I dozed off immediately.“You’re awake,” Amelia said as soon as she saw me. I wanted to reply to her sarcastically, but I was also afraid of what she would do to me if I ever tried to do mean things to her. So instead, I just gave her a nod and watched her now blow drying her blonde hair. She was already wearing her unif
Loud chattering was heard as soon as our teacher left our classroom. It was already near lunchtime, and I have introduced myself today for 3 times now. It was a good thing that the two other teachers didn’t let my classmates ask me questions, or else I’ll really choke that bitch from my first class without any hesitation.“Our next teacher wouldn’t be attending, so we have more free time. Enjoy.” Normally, in my old school, if there’s more free time, the one who announced it would be very happy and would even scream that news in the top of his or her lungs. But something about my new school and their students just screams that they’re different from other students outside Whistler High.I looked at the girl with glasses, her hair was in a neat ponytail and wasn’t showing any playfulness. She was serious and after
Classes were finally over, and I was so glad it was. I was now walking towards the cafeteria with my phone in hand since it was now allowed to use phones. The curious stares were still there, and I could feel their scrutinizing gaze as I was walking. Like one wrong step, and I’ll be dead in a minute.I felt a wave of relief when I was finally inside the cafeteria, and there I saw the girls at their usual table. I saw Zoe waving at me, so I waved back and immediately walked towards them. I can still feel the stares the other girls are giving, and that made me almost run towards their table, but stopped myself because it would seem inappropriate to run inside the cafeteria.When I finally sat at their table, they greeted me and I did too. I even thanked Zoe for ordering for me in advance. She was like a mother taking care of her children, making me smile at
As soon as I reached our room, I immediately showered and even prayed to all the gods out there to not let Amelia get inside our room yet, since if that happens, I wouldn’t be able to do my job properly. The water hit my face, and I shivered at the coldness of it. I grimaced at my own stupidity, for forgetting to make the water warm before showering. After doing my thing in the bathroom, I was shivering. I even saw my reflection in the mirror and there I saw my pale lips and the dark circles showing on the bottom of my eyes. “Why do I look so ugly today?” I asked myself, while still looking at the mirror as I finish my skincare routine, in hopes of it improving my face since I really look like I haven’t slept for a week because of the bags under my eyes. With my robe wrapped around my body, I walked towards my wa
Sunlight came through the open window of our bedroom. As I was watching the sun, it felt like it was waving at me, as if the sun is greeting me a good morning. I snorted at my own thoughts, before looking at Amelia who’s now ready. I would usually be still in bed at this hour, but I made sure to wake up early because today, there’s something I am looking forward to, and that is to know the suspects behind the suicide of Nova Miller. And believe me when I said that I’m going to use up all my courage for today just to speak to the administrator to change one of my subject teachers into Mr. Wilson. I wouldn’t mind if she thinks of me as someone who’s also attracted to that teacher, because I really can’t think of anything else to do in order to have at least a little conversation with that teacher. “You’re up early,
It was so quiet. Awkwardness was what I felt as we walked. Our footsteps could be heard as we were headed to Mr. Wilson’s classroom. The rooms that we passed by were closed, and even though I wanted to at least say something, I know I just can’t. Walking the quiet corridors alongside Amelia was never what I wanted. I had always been the confident gay among our friend group, but being with Amelia who now thinks that I might be interested in men too is so suffocating. Especially the fact that she might think I’m actually interested in Mr. Wilson is so disgusting. Whatever happened back with the administrator was just not what I had planned to happen. It was never in the plan to have Amelia inside the room to hear me plead just to have that predator as my freaking professor! If only I knew Amelia would be t
Students are slowly going out of the room, one by one they go, while some gave gifts to Mr. Wilson first before they would finally leave. My eyes widened when I saw just how much those gifts cost. Some were from Chanel, some were from Gucci and some just looked like it really costs a fortune. But then I realized that almost all the girls who are studying here came from rich families, so it shouldn’t really be at all that surprising. I looked at my wristwatch to see what time it was, I frowned when I noticed that it was almost lunch time, and it looks like I’ll be left behind with this weird teacher as the other students would eat their food. I can’t believe I really exchanged this for food. His class today was three hours long, and I almost stormed out of the room after knowing that some girls really made this class up to three hours just so they could be wit
If someone ever told me that I was such a pain in the ass when I was a baby, I would believe them because I knew that they were the one who were able to witness it, and despite being the one who does all that, I was still basically unaware of what I was doing. And this time, I believed my friends because they were the ones who were able to witness everything. They were all here before me, I was the new girl who still has a lot to know about this mysterious school. But despite being a transferee, I am able to quickly realize how dangerous this school really is. I don’t know why they kept on lying to me, but I would like to assume that they are all doing it to protect me from what this school could do to me once I find out hidden secrets that they made their students to never talk about. Ever. Nina. She was a victim, or that’s what I believe. But, she can’t be the villain here, knowing how kindhearted she was. She was the opposite of Rei who is known to be mean to others and only kin
It couldn’t be Nina, right?Eve sent me half of the things about the past regarding this school, and from that information, there’s only one thing I can confirm. And that is Nina and Amelia had a past. It would be impossible if they were only friends. Amelia isn’t the type who would show she cares for you even if you’re just her close friend. I gritted my teeth, trying so hard to solve all these mysteries, but it kept on leading to nothing. I want to get it right this time, but why does my mind tell me that I’m wrong again? I let out a deep sigh, before focusing on the teacher who was busy lecturing for an hour now, dang! Having 2 hours in Statistics and Probability sure can make my day worse than before. During the lecture, my phone lit up, so I opened it in secret not wanting to let the others know that I was using it since if they ever find out, my phone could easily get confiscated, and I don’t want that. As soon as I opened my phone, I was surprised, it was from Eve. I thought
Three Sides of the StoryOne is your sideThe other, is theirsAnd last is the Truth.What could be the truth?What could it be that they were hiding?They were so protective of their secretThat it made me want to know more about itWhat could their secret be?Is it really important for them to kill others just to keep it to themselves?Was death really the only way for them to protect it?Maybe they were just so cruelSo evilThat they believed death was the answer to keeping their secret a secretBut is it really?Don’t they ever feel guilt?How can they sleep at night, knowing that they had killed someone?Blood. There was a lot of blood shed. And I hope they find out soonOr else there will be more innocent killedJust for their own gain.
As soon as the student council’s secretary was out of sight, I was able to breathe fine again. What she told me made my blood boil, but then again, I have no other choice but to follow her stupid orders. And by supid order, I mean, her ordering me to stay away from Amelia or else she’ll have me expelled by her powerful father. I can’t believe she could do that. To go to such an extent just because her crush is not looking her way. If only she knew that it isn’t me that Amelia adores, it was no other than Victoria. But of course, what can she do against Victoria? Nothing. Victoria was even more powerful and wealthier than her, and maybe that’s why she’s targeting me, because she knows I have nothing. I’m just some peasant for her who can’t do anything. I wiped the lone tear that escaped my eye, before turning around, and to my surprise, I was greeted by Jada who had a serious look on her face. I was about to escape, but she was fast enough not to let me. “We need to talk,” she told
“People are ruined by challenged economic lives. But they are ruined by wealth as well because they lose their pride and they lose their sense of self-worth. It’s difficult at both ends of the spectrum.” - Malcolm GladwellThis quote opens our eyes about the sad realityHow hard it is for the poor to live in this cruel worldWhere they are treated like animals by the rich.Is it offensive that most of the time, the rich are the villains?Or is it really just how it is in our universe?Where those who are unfortunate are treated as slaves by people in power. Just like in their school, where the scholars are treated badly, just because they don't have enough money to pay for their own tuition.That’s why, what’s the use of wanting to change everything, when we all know we could never change it, at all?They were teenage girls who wished for change, but could they really do it?Do they have the means to do it?Or were they all just stuck in their own fantasy?It’s hard to change somethi
I didn’t know what to do. I had been avoiding everybody I am close with, and I know they’re thinking of any possible reason why I was acting this way. But of course, they would never know the real reason behind my actions. I looked away when my eyes and Eun’s eyes met each other for the third time today. I felt guilty when Jada even offered to make me sit with them, but I only ignored them. I haven’t been inside this school for so long, but I already feel like my life here has been so long, that all I need is to get out of here in hopes of making my mind calm from the storm that has been bugging it. With our teacher still not being here, I stood up from my seat and decided to go out and just skip this class. I need to get out or else I’ll get suffocated inside there. I don’t like how all the girls I am avoiding are inside that classroom. It makes me sick in the stomach, knowing that they’ll forever hate me once they find out what I had been doing just to be able to keep my scholarsh
Maybe she was obsessed. Maybe she was still hurtingMoving on has never been easyAnd maybe that’s the reason she made sure to have a piece of her in her ownBut things were not going smoothlyBecause someone was also inside herAn experiment gone wrongMade her daughter experience things she shouldn’t haveQuestions will resurfaceAll the lies will be revealedAll the villains will be knownAnd the real heroes will be praisedA new leader will be bornAnd the old school shall be renewedAnd she will riseBecause everybody knows she’s deadBut is she? No body was found. She was just goneShe did leave some traces behindBut all of it pointed to nowhereShe was acting as if she wants to be found, but the truth is,She doesn't. She wanted to go missing without anybody looking for herShe will always be unpredictable. Like her daughter. They believed she was dead and buried somewhere But she’s notShe’s alive.
My body hurts. I woke up to the sound of Amelia baging on the bathroom door, and there I realized that I fell asleep on the bathtub. I closed my eyes in frustration, because this only means that I would have to explain myself to my roommate. And that’s what I don’t want to do right now.I don’t even know if I can still look her in the eyes. I feel so dirty and small. I just want to get away from here as much as possible. When the bathroom door was open, Amelia looked at me in shock when she saw that I was already fully clothed. She was busy finding the key perhaps, and I made sure to look presentable as soon as she was able to unlock the door. “You went inside the bathroom at 9 pm, and it’s already 3 am.” She informed me, and her tone was gentle. It was so soft that it made me want to go into her arms and cry. I want to tell her how much I fucked up, and how dirty I felt and how I failed the girls who were victims to that asshole of a teacher. So, I put my pride down and went to he
Who would have thought I would end up here? Being in a fucking place where I swore I would never find myself. I ought not to take part in any bad actions, but here I am. “You never disappoint. You’re my favorite now,” our teacher said and I heard a young girl’s sob when he finally was able to zip up his pants. My grip on the blanket covering me tightened when he went near me to give me a peck on the cheek, before he finally left the abandoned room. “You’re the student council president’s friend, right? I see you talk all the time, can you tell her about what’s happening inside here? Please… I already feel so dirty, I can’t handle this anymore. Please help us,” one girl pleaded, but I chose to ignore her. There’s nothing I can do when I myself is a willing victim to be fucking used. “I can’t do anything about it. They won’t believe us,” I told them, before getting all my stuff to finally get dressed. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself so much. I feel so fucking dirty, but