The Rebirth of the Dead Heiress

I was itching to get out of this class, I needed an excuse to get away. Mrs. Dwayne and her class were all starting to get suffocating. With a groan, I stood up from my seat and raised my hands "Mrs Dwayne" I called and she stopped talking to look at me

"Yes, Miss. Pier?" Eyes narrowed to look at me glaring daggers. I wonder what I did. 

I rolled my eyes and sighed "I need to use the bathroom, ma'am" I said stressing out the ma'am.

She cocked an Eyebrow "And you have to do that now? Like in the middle of my class Pier??" What does it matter?

"Well, I could decide to sit back and not distract the class while I take a pee here" I spoke monotonously, inspecting my ugly unpolished nails.

The rest of the class snorted. My eyes caught Meenah rolling her eyes then whispering "Bitch" under her breath, and Kendall looking at me with surprise. When she saw I was looking back at her, she covered it with a cough and looked down at her book. Better that way.

Mrs. Dwayne looked a little flustered, but she waved me off anyways 

"Be back before the bell rings, Sara if you don't want me thinking you just want an escape from here." Obviously, I do. She said and I nodded and walked off. 

*****

The sound of my footsteps echoed through the hallways as I made my way to the toilet. To be very honest, I wasn't making up any lies about "using the bathroom" just to get out of Mrs. Dwayne's boring class. I was pressed and needed to go urgently. But I was sure some people probably thought it was just an excuse to get out of History class. Maybe it was an excuse to get out of class. But either way, I was also genuinely pressed. Getting out of History class was just a bonus.

Eying the bathroom stalls, I walked towards the last stall which had a wide rectangular window beside it. I entered the bathroom taking off my trousers and releasing the misery I called "urine". When I was done, I walked out and stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection stared right at me, I grimaced as I saw the heavy bags under my eyes, Taking in another closer look, I saw my chapped lips and sighed. I wasn't like Mom or Sikara either. I was nothing, there was nothing special about my face, no dimples, no freckles, no beautiful orbs staring at me. I was just plain ol' Sara Pier. I resembled no one in my family.

I rubbed my hands on my face and looked away from the mirror. The more I rated myself, the more I felt bad about my looks. Running a hand through my hair, I used the other free hand to wipe my glassy eyes and sucked in catarrh attempting to fall off my nose. Disgusting. 

When I was done, I wiped my hands beside my trousers and turned to leave when I heard it. Almost like a whisper, I heard it. Okayy, it wasn't almost like a whisper. It was a whisper of words that was loud enough to hear but don't make sense. Mumbo-jumbos

Or was it just my thoughts?

I shook my head to clear off the thoughts. I was sure I heard something. Sighing, I walked towards the toilet exit when I heard the whispers again and the harsh sound of a twig breaking. I shivered in fear and looked above my shoulders. The sound was coming from the forest at the other side of the huge toilet window

I was scared, I should go back, run, and ask for help but no, I decided to check out where those whispers were coming from. I walked towards the window and grabbed a small bench and stood on it. Opening the window, the soft whoosh of winds hit my face there was nothing better than the smell of nature, 

I inhaled but almost immediately, I gagged. What was that smell? It smelt rotten. I spat and decided to close the window. Maybe it was just Rabbits. 

Rabbits couldn't smell this bad.

I slowly reached for the handle of the window and dragged it towards me, wanting to close it when I saw it. Cold, dark, blood-thirsty red eyes looking closely at me from behind the trees. I held its gaze for a few seconds before he opened his mouth and I screamed, falling off the bench in the process while attempting to jump down. That thing had weird teeth. Long weird teeth.

I regained myself in a moment and scrambled off the floor and ran out of the toilet while making my way back to my classroom. Immediately I got to the door of my class, I took deep breaths trying to calm myself. I cleaned my eyes to make sure there weren't any tears. When I was sure I was no more breathing like a dog, I opened the door to the class and all eyes stared back at me including Mrs Dwayne. 

I stared back in horror. Maybe they heard me? Of course, they would! The school was freaking quiet for God's sake!

I brought down my eyes and started walking towards my seat at the back when Mrs Dwayne asked me "What was that?" 

Poker face, I stared back at her "What was what?" I asked

"We all heard someone scream" She waved toward the rest of the students and they all nodded.

I feigned oblivious "So?? And am I supposed to know who did it?" 

"We heard you scream, Witch!"

"After all what do we expect from a witch..." I completed for her "That was what you wanted to say, right? I turned to face her "Look here bitch, I don't know what you guys are trying to say here. I didn't scream and I didn't hear any. So if you would please put your mind and your thoughts to good use, that would be better, or else..." I finished while glaring down at her as I looked back at Mrs. Dwayne

"May I go back to my seat? I came back before the bell rang and it seems you guys don't have anything better to do than to ask me about some stupid scream" 

I realized that I just told off my History teacher and I took a long breath. Dead meat. I walked towards my seat, my other classmates looking warily at me, including Kendall Jones. I rolled my eyes at her and took my seat. I looked up and found everyone still staring at me but then I said "Shows over" and they all looked back to Mrs Dwayne teaching while murmuring. Do I look like I care? They've said way worse things about me. So what could be much worse?

Sighing, I looked down at my hand and took a shaky breath, and looked back up at the ceiling and then back at my hand while massaging it, then my hands traveling to my eyes, also massaging it. It kept me from crying and helps calm down my nerves. 

What the heck was that thing? Why is it here at my school? Did it come for me?

I looked at my side to find a boy looking at me with a frown. I looked back at him giving him the signal that his stare was too obvious and very uncomfortable, might I add. The boy rolled his eyes and looked away. He was the only one staring at me after the others had looked away. And it only made me wonder how long he had been staring. I didn't know his name and I didn't care either. Which reminded me this was the first time I'm seeing him. Like, this wasn't the first time, I've always seen him of course, but this had to be the first time I was actually seeing him.

I looked away from the boy before using three of my fingers to hit my chest ignoring the voice telling me that the boy was still staring at me. I needed to calm myself before I had a breakdown in this shitty class.