Prologue
"I'm warning you! Touch me again and you're dead" she says in a shaky voice.
Seriously? Did she honestly think I'll back off?
"Oohhh…I'm scared" I say, acting like a scared cat. She stares at me and her eyes are starting to become a faucet. Did I just twist it open? This faucet is weird though, black-colored waters are coming out.
"I'll...I'll…I'll tell you to my m-mom, and..and..and um" she says in her low trembling voice, "And to the guidance counselor" these black liquids are streaming down tears her face.
"Do you want me to come with you?" I ask grinning like an idiot as I roll my eyes and start walking towards her.
"Don't…don't move any closer" Cindy looks around, trying to find something to scare me. She gets her heels and point it to me.
I move forward as she moves backwards. This is really fun! I step loudly like a monster. She jumps startled and hits the toilet bowl. It made her sit on and drop her heels.
"Open the door Ms. Greymonth!" That sounded like my chemistry teacher. He knocks loudly on the door like he wants to wreck it open.
"Cindy? Cindy? Answer me!" Her friends are knocking fast on the door, "Are you okay there? Did she do something to you?"
"Not yet!" I answer in place of Cindy. The knocking on the door stopped, they're surprised I guess. Hmm...I'll just make it quick though. I grab her hair.
"Ahhh!" She screams loudly, making me deaf for a second, then tries so hard to scratch me with her fingers. I easily held her two hands with my other hand. I drag her to the drum. I freed her hands but using my two hands, I dip her face quickly into it. Dipped deeper, both of her hands are scratching me in my arm but it doesn't stop me from dipping her face deeper to the point that almost half of her neck was already into the cold water.
She stops scratching me and helps herself pull upwards. It's no use fighting me, she doesn't have energy left.
The loud banging of the door continues - almost knocking out the poor door.
"What took you so long?" My chemistry teacher shouts.
"Sorry sir" I hear the fumbling of the keys. The key drops to the floor making them curse at the same time.
"Just open the door quickly"
I look at the door knob as it was unlocked. I let go of Cindy's hair "Ah!" she quickly pulls herself up and gulps a lot of air; moving as far away as she can from me.
"Ms. Greymonth, in office. Now!" My chemistry teacher storms towards me, sending me a death glare. I want to laugh at his funny face but keep it.
"Yes sir" I say calmly.
"Cindy!" all of her friends chorus as they run through her wet body. I didn't say cold. She's not dead.
The short hair girl hugs her and puts a jacket around Cindy's body. "It's okay now, Cindy. It's okay" she cups Cindy's face.
"Oh...Cindy" Cindy cries at the short hair's shoulder.
"Poor Cindy" I masks a sad face but letting out a small smirk in my lips. They all (excluding Cindy who is still crying) stared at me angrily.
"Office! Now!" he repeats in a warning tone.
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"This is the most horrible thing you did so far, Ms. Greymonth?" her big eyes stares at me, trying to intimidate me. Unfortunately, it's not working.
Is that a statement or a question? I give her a flat look.
"She's asking you" my favorite teacher whispers beside me.
"Really?" I whisper back. Then I felt everyone's eyes on me, "Oh! Yeah. Right, um...I hope?" I answer back in a bored voice. Being here almost every day, I got to know all these people as they know me too.
She glares at me, a scowl on her face. Taking a deep breath, she opens the book in front of her.
'What is that a black book?' I laugh at my thoughts. They seem not to notice me.
"Based on your records, you just talk back to a teacher, write on the walls, draw something on it, carved some Sponge bob stuffs---"
"I love Sponge bob!" I clap my hands, cutting whatever she's saying
"Shhh" the teachers all say in unison. They're five in total number plus the principal and the guidance counselor. I ruffle my hair as I roll my eyes.
She looks at me angrily; her eyebrows are going to meet. Then look back at the records "In some chairs, trees and even doors. You spit on someone else's food. You put a spider in your classmate's bag. You cut your classmate's hair in class. You always come late."
'I don't always come late. I'm even earlier than the guard once or twice when I picked the door lock at the faculty room.' I thought, 'Her black book is wrong.'
"You break mirrors, windows by throwing a rock randomly in the air---"
"And your point?" I ask, raising an eyebrow "Ms. Principal, why are you saying - stating" I cleared myself, "These things to me where I do believe that I know and perfectly remember all of these."
"Why did you almost kill your schoolmate?" she asks closing the book loudly.
"I'm not planning to kill her. It's no fun"
"You already got a lot of detention, and you still do these things. Tell me, what will make you stop?"
That's the question, I don't know the answer. What will make me to stop?
I shrug "Never thought of that" I smile innocently.
Her eyes widens, she blinks twice then takes a deep sigh, "I'll just let go this one; BUT" emphasizing her word, "If i heard any bad news from you, any single bad thing, you'll be kicked out of this school on that moment!"
'Again?' I thought to myself.