forum Boarding School for Troubled Teens (Open (Guys Wanted))

Started May 03, 2018 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

tune

"I'm cliché?" Sacia kept laughing. "You literally sound like you're reciting lines from some daytime TV show. Go back to teen nick."

Zanna attempted to untie the knots that attached her to the bed, but failed. She sighed, "I wish I had a knife."

Artemis chuckled, "You nailed that to a T Sacia."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you're cliche. You're trying to intimidate me and establish your dominance over me. Unlike you, I haven't. I was just hoping to meet some friendly faces. As we were all sent here for one reason or another, I thought we could band together or something. Guess not." She stood up and threw away the rest of her breakfast.

"Aw, you've got me all figured out, huh?" Sacia kept smiling, watching as the girl tossed her food away. "Except for the fact that you walked in here all ready to establish dominance. You lifted your chin and looked down on everyone else. You claimed to be a manipulative b*tch. You made a huge scene. Now you're just pissy because it didn't work. No one gives a sh-t."

"I never looked down on anyone, I'm just looking to get laid. It's been too long since I've been with someone." She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. "And I'm used to not getting my way. Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, you'd notice I'm not a cliche Queen B slut." She looked at the time. "Class is about to start, better hurry or else you'll be late." She turned on her heel and left, exiting as she had entered.

Sacia's giggles followed her out of the room. "Oh my God!" she said, "I'm dying! She's so funny. To slut or not to slut, that is the question." She kept laughing, her stomach starting to hurt from how hard she laughed.

Phoebe quickly walked through the dormitory, trying to find a certain room. She had to hurry before anyone caught her. When she found the door, she pulled out a bobby pin from her door and quickly unlocked it. She opened the door and grinned at Zanna. "Need some help?" She held up a knife she had pocketed from the cafeteria.

Zanna looked down at her body. She was bruised everywhere and there were more than a few blood splotches from where the skin had broken. Zanna definitely didn't look very pretty, but who cares. She spotted the girl at the entrance, "You want to help?"

"Only if you say sorry for punching me. I'm going to have a nasty bruise now." Phoebe said. She twirled the knife in her hand.

Zanna laughed, "I ain't apologizing for that. Besides I think I've already got what I've deserved."

She used her head to gestured to her body.

"Hmm, fine, I'll leave you tied up here like an animal, or better yet, a convict about to be put to death." She pocketed the knife. "I thought you of all people would see the flaw in this, but, I guess not."

"I already know that this school is sht," Zanna told her, "But you should apologize for being a btch first."

Vaughn walked to his class, backpack slung over his shoulder. He exhaled sharply, reflecting on what he had overheard. People could be so cruel for no reason. Why the hell did he talk to them?

"It's not my fault you have anger issues. There are better ways to solve a situation than throwing a punch. And why would I apologize? You're the one who attacked me."

"Well I'm sorry," Zanna responded rolling her eyes, "That you're so stuck up. And the fact that I don't have a mom. And the fact that the only type of conflict resolution that I know is a fist."

"Neither do I. It's just me and my dad. Well, just me and whatever nanny my father shoves me at. He's such an asshole." She examined her nails.

"Oh yes," Zanna rolled her eyes again, "My non existent dad is such an asshole too."

Vaughn arrived to class a minute or two early, and he slid into a seat in the back, setting his bag down by the chair. He took a moment to rest his eyes, head against his forearms on the desk. He hadn’t slept well, he never did. He tended to wake up in cold sweats often, suffering from night terrors because of the trauma.

She rolled her eyes. "At least you aren't forced to be someone you're not."

"So you aren't really a b*tch?" Zanna asked her quizzically, "Or are you talking about being a perfect little slut?"

"Why does everything need a label? To me, sex is just sex. I'm on the pill, I make sure we're protected, and I never take another girl's man. So why am I a slut for wanting to explore sexually? It's the same thing as calling you a murderer for being in a gang."

"You do know gangs do more than just kill," Zanna told her, "And I'm sorry you just give off the whole slut vibe. Besides it's a lot easier to call you slut since I don't know your name."

She snorted. "Of course I know. My father has tried to pair me off with several sons of gangs. Never worked out of course. They were either forced into it, had someone else, or we just weren't compatible. My father isn't a clean businessman."

"Well that's great," Zanna responded, "What city district?"