It was the early hours of Monday morning, 6:00am to be precise, and I was already in the cobwebby school basement, tucked away in the only neat corner. Of course, the neat corner of the basement, which I had turned into my niche, was cleaned up by me. You must definitely be wondering what kind of psycho cleans up the school basement to spend her mornings and what for! Well, to cut the long story short, it was my only means of survival. If I wanted to get through my remaining days in high school, then I had to do this. This was me doing what I did best, hiding away from my sworn enemy, traitor, rival, tormentor, give it all the name you could think of. Synonymous to those names is Kelly Parker. Kelly is the Queen bee of Beverly High. I hate her with all my heart, but she’s beautiful. Breathing-taking kind of beautiful, I’m not going to lie. I just hate her the more for that, because why should she be so perfect? Of course, she is the head cheerleader and she is dating Bruce Paschal,
“Mish! Get your ass down, dinner is ready,” my younger sister, Evelyn, shouted from downstairs. I came back from school three hours ago and I’ve been on my bed sulking and constantly resisting the urge to scream at the top of my voice.Mrs. Shantel and Mr. Brett? How long has that been going on under my nose? I stalked Mr. Brett well enough to have known. I sat up swiftly and stretched my hand to pick my phone from my nightstand. Impatiently, I logged into Instagram.Pfft, of course I’m not on Instagram. I logged in with my sister’s account. Being bullied offline is only the much I can bear, thank you very much.It didn’t take me much time to get to Mr. Brett’s profile. I stared at his relationship status and it stared back at me. It was boldly written SINGLE. Just to be sure, I wore my glasses and glanced hard at it. It still remained SINGLE. I searched for Mrs. Shantel’s profile and found out that she was married.“Then why the hell were you fucking someone not your husband!!” I scr