First Day At School

"Summer, sweetie come-on hurry up, you are going to get late." I groan as my mom shouts.

"Coming mom." I pick my bag up and run downstairs where my lovely mom is busy doing the dishes.

As I approach her, she kisses my forehead and crosses her fingers, making a gesture of good luck.

"Luck is always at my side mom." I giggle at her cute act and remind her.

"It's not for you-" I pass her a confused look as she completes her statement, "-it's for those students who have to face my fierce daughter. I hope they survive." She states with a hint of amusement but more seriousness.

"What makes you think that? It's not like I am going to create trouble for myself out of no reason on the very first day of my new school." I pout offended, earning a look from her which says nothing but; Sweetie, I know you like the back of my hand.

Well, truth be told she is not entirely wrong as my past records are not very pleasing when it comes to acclimatizing to new school's atmosphere however  I wouldn't blame me for it as the hostile behavior of students towards newbies is something I am not able to stand.

"She is not going to beat her fellows this time, I assure you," a voice comes from my back and I jump in the arms of the voice owner as I speak in a hushed tone. "Oh, I can't promise that, Dr. Wilson."

My father engulfs me in his arms and pecks my cheek before pulling me out of his hug. "You can't stand for the whole school, love. Even if you want to help others but it's not possible for you alone to fight against all the bad people in the whole world," he contends making me aware of the reasons why I had been into trouble in the past.

There is one thing in my life  I really hate and that is bullying. I don't care where and why it happens but the justice driven person in me forces me to act on impulse every time when I run into a bully. So, there had been incidents at my previous schools too where I had beaten the crap out of people who had dared to lay a finger on those around me.

My parents always believed that I was able to deliver a few punches to guys because I have taken so-called self-defense training in my gym.  What they don't know is that their only daughter is one of the most feared street fighters in the whole country. I have never lied to my parents about anything except this. I never wanted to keep this a secret too but what my parents always wanted was a normal girl. Being medical practitioners they have their own ethics regarding saving the lives of common people and treating unhealthy ones. I can't even imagine the look on their faces if one day all of a sudden they get to know that their daughter is someone who breaks bones and even kills people in worst cases and the patients they treat could've been the ones their own daughter has offered to them. I dread that day so much that I try my best to keep my secret hidden even from the whole world in order to keep it away from them.

"I know I can't, dad." I sigh and look up to meet his creased dark patched eyes, which shows tiredness but still look youthful anyhow.

"This high school is different and way too renowned, Summer. If it hadn't been for my old acquaintance I wouldn't be able to have you enrolled in there. I don't think stirring up trouble there, would be any good," he speaks, "So, I want you to stay out of trouble this time. Could you do it for me?" He requests further in a much softer tone to which I nod and then kissing my hair, he hands over the keys of my Buick encore, my baby which was gifted to me on my sweet sixteen by my parents.

"Then, all the best baby girl, and I love you."

"Love you too, dad" I reply and hurry towards my car as I am already late.

After what seems like hours, I reach my destination that is Riverbank high school. I park my Buick somewhere in a parking lot where not enough space is available but still I manage to and my jaw soon drops when I lay my eyes on Buggati Divo in its divo racing blue colour...my dream car.

The cars parked near it are in a row, all of the expensive brands. It seems that the row is specially made for the rich billionaires' spoiled kids and at the very moment, I acknowledge the fact that I have enrolled myself not only in a top-ranked high school but a luxurious platform for rich ostentatious teens. I glance once more at my dream car before shaking my head and walk towards the entrance of the school.

The wind howls as the students arrive through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. It isn't very difficult to differentiate between the newcomers and the proud, tall seniors as there is nervousness and hesitation evident in the faces of newbies unlike me who is marching through the halls like I fucking own the school.

I make my way through the crowded halls with a print out of schedule in my hands. As soon as I think of asking someone for help, the bell rings, and students start to run to their respective classes like sheep running in all directions.

Finally, after several minutes of struggle, the classroom with number 108B appears where my first-period class i.e of  AP business studies is supposed to be taken. I hastily enter the room but unfortunately collide with something...or maybe someone.

"Ah," a girl squeals, and though she manages to not fall on the ground by the collision but apparently she turns to face me with such a  fierce and disgusted look as if I did it on purpose.

"How dare you hit me?" She scowls and asks with a raised voice.

Hit!..really? I just bumped into you and that too unintentionally.

To my relief, the teacher is nowhere to be seen but I realize that I've grabbed the attention of all the students who were chatting and enjoying themselves before witnessing my clumsy arrival.

"I am sorry. Actually, I was in a hurry and didn't see you." I apologize to her politely.

I look at her properly and notice that she is beautiful, having long pink-tipped blonde hair, glowing skin but the heavy make up she is wearing is hiding her actual beauty.

She must look more beautiful without it.

"Sorry? Huh..." she says with a bitter laugh. "You bumped into me, and if I hadn't balanced myself, I would've fallen and my dress would've been dirty by now," she approaches me and continues while pointing at her dress and by the time I realize she is one of those students who are most pleased by the fact that the school doesn't have a dress code.

"Do you think a poor filthy creature like you could have afforded it?" She utters harshly.

And now I would like to add that she is barely beautiful outside, dark at heart. How can someone be so arrogant, even when I'd apologized whereas it wasn't fully my mistake? It was she, who was creepily standing right at the entrance.

But as I have already decided to not get involved in any of the fights for the sake of my parents and here on the first day of school I am on the verge of getting myself into a verbal fight so I try to calm myself down and think of apologizing once again, maybe with little more sincerity, avoiding the fact that she just called me a filthy creature.

"Look, I am really sorry. I really didn't mean to bump into you. I was being late for this class so was trying to make it on time."

"You are in this class?" she smirks while running her eyes all over my body, from head to toe, trying to intimidate me. I cross my arms across my chest and nod while trying to smile politely and the keyword here is trying.

 Sorry, arrogant beauty but the person who can give me shivers just by a mere gaze hasn't born yet.

She seems to be taken back by the failure of her futile attempt of intimidating me and resorts to a new method, the one that I hate the most.

 "Eww, do you even have any idea, how awful this shirt you are wearing, is? How come a shabby person like you got admission in our school," she scrunches her nose in disgust and turns to face a group of girls, standing right beside her which I fail to notice before. They mirror the disgusted looks before laughing at me.

"You are so damn right, Brittany. She looks so hideous," one of the girls with orangish hair from the group comments, and she also speaks some gibberish about my body.

I am wearing a white loose tee with black track pants. I love baggy clothes because a.) They are comfortable and b.)  I have been using them to cover my marks on the body I get from the fights. So, to be honest, I am well aware I don't look very pleasant right now but girl, hideous, seriously?

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