I silently walked into chemistry, avoiding the eye of my sister, Hillary. She was such a whore. Really though. Her skirt was so short that I have no idea how she made it past the front door. The teacher was writing who knows what on the board, and not paying attention to the scene that was about to unfold. We'd all heard about Amelina and Caroline, and I had a feeling I'd be next on the bullies' list.
"Pss, Skylar." I heard Hillary called, I turned her way, and felt a fist collide with my face. Gasping, I fell backwards and landed on my butt. I heard her scream, and cover her face. What the heck? Glancing up, I saw her clench her eye and fake cry.
"Mrs.Simmons, Skylar just punched me!" She snitched, I glared, disbelief on my face. The teacher whipped around, and screamed.
"Skylar, office, now!"
"Mrs.Sim-"
"NOW!"
I screeched in anger, and marched to the office. Hillary would get it. She'd have no idea, but I live with the slut, and I know her weakness, being ugly, like me. I pulled my black hair in a ponytail, and stood in the doorway of the office. I could feel my temple pounding and throbbing. Great. I was gonna have a headache later.
"Ms.Skylar?" The secretary asked, glancing at my head.
"I was punched."
"By who, exactly?"
"Hillary, my sister."
She gave a death glare, and snapped at me.
"Hillary didn't do anything! Mrs.Simmons just e-mailed me, and I don't appreciate being lied to!"
I gawked at her. What the heck?
"Excuse me, but Mrs.Simmons didn't see the whole thing. Hillary punched me, grabbed her own face, and acted like I punched her." I said in one breath, trying to atleast persuade one person I was innocent.
She shook her head at me, and began to write me up.
I sighed, and plopped down next to the girl I assume is Amelina, considering she was crying and in gym clothes. I glanced out the window and saw the enormous amount of traffic. Our parents won't be here for awhile. I looked over at the hero, Taylor, and another girl that I didn't know. Taylor smiled at me, but the other girl didn't look my way, and pulled her soaked hood over her head. I decided to ignore her rude gesture, she had been a victim today just as much as I've been; so I couldn't expect her to be too cheerful. "So, uh, you're Taylor?" I asked the blonde girl.
She chuckled, "How ever did you know?"
I laughed in response, "Just a lucky guess."
"So, what happened to you?" She asked, glancing at the side of my head.
"I was punched by my sister." I shrugged.
"Hillary?"
"Yep."
She nodded, and looked up at the ceiling. I was confused as to why Taylor was here. In the office, and even at this school at all. She hadn't done anything, and she looked like a model. She was gorgeous, a hero, and she went to a small school in southern New York. One of these things just doesn't belong here. I shrugged it off, and leaned back, expecting another victim any moment.
