The Rebirth of the Dead Heiress

Pinevile High, was the worst.

People were forever gonna be people and there was nothing anyone could ever do to change that fact. Hypocrites were what I call them. Tell me now, that they haven't imagined stripping my brother, doing things to him—so disgusting to even mention. God! So awful people.

I don't see anything bad for someone like me to have a boyfriend like Sammie. Like, what was the crime? Samuelson was a very handsome guy. Very, Very good-looking. Genes from my dad's side, I admit it. But, I too was equally beautiful. 

Wait. Do you believe that? My subconscious mocked.

Of course, I didn't believe that shit. I wasn't beautiful and I knew it. Sikara got my mom, and Samuel got my dad and me...I got nothing. I look nothing like my dad and I am far from being perfect like my mom. The genes did not run in the family. This time, I was the odd one.

Sighing, I continued walking in the direction of my locker. Passing the hallways, I heard the pings and giggles again. Snickers behind my back and people throwing disgusted looks my way...nothing I wasn't used to. But this time, it was different.

Their looks were more hateful and the jealousy in their eyes, evident. I chuckled bitterly and continued walking in the direction I was heading to. Some people were just surprised that 'Plain ol' Sara Pier could land such a hot boyfriend' Well, beats them! Pathetic, as usual. 

I wonder where Meenah was in all of this drama. She should have heard the news by now and come rushing down the hallway shouting "Witch!" Or "What spell did you use this time to make that hot guy fall?"

And guess what? I was right.

Soon after I got to my locker, Meenah, and her minions came waddling like a duck, ready to interfere in my business and ruin my mood. 

"Witch!" She shouted, still walking towards me. I decided to ignore her and continued taking books out of my locker. But she called again. Louder this time "Witch!" I sighed and turned to her 

'Fuck it' I whispered 

"What the fuck do you want this time Meenah" I spat. If she was surprised at my outburst, she hid it well. Swore I saw her eyes twitch. I too was also surprised at the amount of nerves I've been getting lately. I was starting to change and I didn't even realize it. Sikara's dream helped, a little. And maybe, it was a good thing I was changing. That 'I'm so meek I do whatever you say' Sara was not there. The good girl was slowly starting to fade and I kinda liked it. 

"Well, Well, I heard you've been shagging hot boys" she smirked. eying me from up to down. 

I rolled my eyes at her. If they thought I shagged boys now, then why don't I play with their assumptions. "And I didn't realize when my sex life became such a problem to you. What I do is none of your business. You shag boys too but I don't call you out for it. You just had to walk up to me to say nonsense" I sarcastically smiled at her and she glared. 

"You've grown wings, little witch" she sneered her contempt at me. I rolled my eyes again. Pretentious Bitches. "And that wings will be cut off soon. Just you wait"

Pffttt. I wouldn't be waiting around for that, thank you. " Look, move away. I have to get to class." Attempting to walk away, she dragged me by my hands. I immediately stared her down "Let me go, Meenah" 

Sharon White, one of Meenah's bird, cult of the Beau Monde, whispered to her ears. It wasn't exactly a whisper because I heard it. "Let her go Meenah" 

Meenah glared at me, she had that evil look in her eyes like she was planning to kill me or something. But at this point, I didn't care. "You'll regret this" 

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock!" I waved her off, shrugging her hands off me, and walked away from her. 

"Dirty Whore" she shouted at my back. I wanted to ignore her, I did but something in me just snapped. I stopped and slowly turned to face her. 

"Pretentious Bitch." My voice an octave higher than hers "I didn't realize shagging boys now was a crime. You've raped the whole school Meenah" Spite-filled, I spat her name out of my mouth and continued "And you didn't go to jail for it, now did you? A whore calling another girl a whore. Disgusting" I spat and turned to leave again when she shouted my name, Venom fully laced. 

This triggered her and she flew to attack me but I watched as her friends held her back and she was struggling to break free from them. To be honest, I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know when all those words flew out of my mouth. I didn't even know that I had it in me to utter those words. And to the meanest of all girls, Meenah Clay. 

Now, I would surely be in a mess because her top priority now would be to make my already miserable life in Pineville High, more miserable. I wasn't getting out of this one and I knew it. 

To say in summary, I was shocked at my audacity and my non-existent life was officially over.

I could feel the cold-surprised stares of people burning holes through my head and as the whispers flew, I shrunk while increasing my pace in the class. I wasn't going to be the talk of the whole school for a week or two...I was fucking going to be in the school's paper for a month! Maybe Aunt was right, I wasn't who I thought I was. 

More pings and I quickly blocked out the world as I plugged in my headset and resumed walking down to my class.

*****

The teacher's voice was draining. It drained all sense of reasoning I had left in me. Mrs. Dwayne's class wasn't always this boring. To say, her class was one of the classes I always look forward to,

History.

This time, my mind was anywhere but here, different thoughts spiraling in my head. Thoughts like "How to effectively plan a murder and get away with it" because, at this point, I just want to stab Kendall Jones in the eyes with my pen because, for the past hour, she had done nothing but just to groan and twist in different positions. Her moans and irritating body movements were making me antsy. I wanted to call her out for it, tell her rudely to "stop it for goodness sake" but I didn't want to talk to her, for any reason whatsoever. 

At some point, I felt she was doing it on purpose, maybe to annoy me or get a reaction out of me...stuffs like that. But that thought flew out the window when I realized I wasn't the only one not enjoying this particular class and also, she'd probably not want to encounter me at this moment and I'd also not give her the light of day.

But, I wanted to give her the light of day!!! I want to block her in the hallway and demand answers from her. I want to ask her why she's still hell-bent on making my life hell. As if one rumor for a lifetime in hell wasn't enough. I just felt like killing her at this moment or maybe vandalizing her car or something. I just wanted to do to her what she did to me. Even worse.

An act of revenge was what I needed. What I always wanted. But, this time, as I stared at Kendall, the girl whom I called my best friend years ago, the thought that I was being a little overdramatic, crossed my mind. But I pushed that thought back. I wasn't being dramatic in any fucking way! She was the one who started the stupid rumor anyways which destroyed the only social life I ever had, ruining my chances of even making one.

I finally decided to ignore her, staring at her make weird noises and shit made me sick. Even her sitting two seats away from me didn't even help. I could still hear her. People around her couldn't even tell her to stop. Probably I was the only one on pins and needles today.

Either way, do not blame me. After everything which went down this morning on the little forest trip to school, I was seriously on edge—not myself. But I so badly want to confront Kendall. I've always wanted to do so, but I couldn't face her after all these years. I knew if I did, I'd with considerable certainty, without doubt, stab a pen in her eye—Too much English. 

Almost immediately, she turned back and our eyes locked. I was the first to pull away and from my peripheral vision, I could still see that she was still staring. 

Not now Kendall. 

Sighing, I refocused my attention on another thing, The teacher. But I couldn't seem to concentrate. A few hours ago, I was rushing to get to class...to get away from those people. And now, a few hours into the class, I was already thinking of ways to excuse myself from class. I felt somewhat weird. Like someone or something was watching me. And no, it wasn't Kendall because when I looked back in her direction, her head was on her desk already. Biting my lips, I looked around the class to find the other students doing their things. None of them looked like they were staring at me. 

Shaking off the overriding thoughts in my head, I looked outside the window to find the weather changing drastically. A storm was brewing. The weather made me feel strange, and in some kind of way, it brought back that creepy feeling alongside it, taking my mind back to the man with 'red eyes' I saw in the forest earlier. I shivered under my hoodie and finally decided, maybe I was going crazy. 

Or maybe, the craziness ran in the family.