~Erin Bane POV~

Once again I sat in the Ow so original principal's office. Really, even when you go to college they have a principal to 'keep it under control'. I sighed. The boring beige walls with the so original wooden desk with a little name plate on it. The name plate was kept so clean I could see myself in it like a mirror. My green blue eyes looked back at me. The rest of the room had an ugly rustic colored floor and the iron drawers where he kept his little files about many things and undoubtably mine too stood there like a sore eye in the already despicable room.

"Are you even listening Ms. Bane! You used to be such a sweet girl. Quiet, no problems, good grades and the teachers were very happy with you. What happened? Sins three weeks ago you are being a complete pain in the ass!" The mad and stressed principal got more frustrated with every word.

I just rolled my eyes and threw my legs on the edge of the ugly desk while rubbing my temples. Just then the also ugly door of this god damn ugly office opened and university's most irritating woman walked in. Ms. Smith. I know, original right? When she spotted me her face automatically went to disappointment. That was basically the face everyone pulled when they looked at me. At least all people like her, expecting me to turn all nice and sweet with their sessions.

How I freaking came here? Well let me tell you that.

My day had started great, not. I was late at class, not that I worried about that, not at all really, I got the teacher after me. Great. He told me he wanted to talk after I had all my classes for today. Wonderful, another reason for me to leave this place. After that I had the most boring class in the world. Followed by a break where I got bumped over by a couple of fashion sluts. I sighed clenching and unclenching my fists.

"Just two more reasons Erin. Hang in there." I whispered to myself.

Sins I was small and started to get real control over my powers I made a rule for myself. School was boring because I was basically to uninterested. For every school I went to I would judge how many stripes they would get. Or easier said, how manny mistakes they could make. This university I had given twenty, now I was at eighteen. When I would reach the amount of stripes I had given them it was my turn to have fun. I had done it many times before and just two more stripes and this one was next.

To make it even better I had an appointment with the university's nutcase lady. After that I had my last class. Slowly with my hands in the pockets of my skinny jeans I strode to her office. I knocked lazily on her door.

"Come in." She called out.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door with her name written on it. Ms. Smith.

"Ah! Erin, there you are. You are late." She slightly complained.

Ignoring it I dropped myself over the side of the big red sofa and laid down pulling on a string on my red shirt. My half long black hair slipping into my face slightly.

"So where were we last time." Ms. Smith grabbed my file which was twice as big as the others and dropped it on her lap.

"Ow yes. You came here a month ago. For a little more than a week you seemed to be fine. No problems anywhere. suddenly three weeks ago you started behaving strangely and out of order. Weird things happen around you and you made a 180º turn. Why? Tell me what happened?" She asked like every week.

"Why do you tell me every, week, again, what I did? I know that you know. I was the one who did it in case you forgot." I said annoyed ignoring her question.

She talked on and I just let her. I played with my hair a bit. Changed she had said. A smirk appeared on my face. I wasn't changed. That was my tactic. The first week I watched, I observed, I remembered. Then I would be sure of everything. Threats, no threats, weak spots. It was easy. Then I would 'open up'. And the grades, how did she think I got them?! I just glitched into the computers and changed them myself. I would make the university my playground until the stripes were all gone and I would go all out.

"Erin I have the feeling you are not really here today." Ms. Smith said carefully.

I just looked at her with a look that said 'You're kidding right?'.

"Well, you go to class then. We'll talk again next week." Ms. Smith said dropping my file on her desk. Ha, funny. Just as ugly as all the others in this building.

I stood up lazily. I still had my bag on my back and left the office again without a word. I didn't even talked to her anymore. I tried but well, people like her just wouldn't listen anyway. At least she got that I wouldn't play her game fast this time. Once again I strolled down the hallway when the bell rang. I kicked an empty can away and leaned to a wall. My last class would start soon.

A guy that used to be a jock threw a can through the air while shouting "THIS BITCH EMPTY". The can hit my shoulder and I glared at him. nineteen. I was on the verge of losing it as I wiped the gross sticky liquid off my red shirt.

'Just one more Erin.' I kept on thinking as I got to my last class. Great, after that I had a 'talk' with that other teacher.

I had pushed my way through the idiots of students and found my class. I took the seat the most to the back and in the corner dropping my bag next to it. I laid my legs on the table and started picking my nails. Some guy that I didn't knew dropped on the seat next to me. He kept on staring at me from the corner of his eye. I just wanted to ask what the hell his problem was when he spoke up.

"Hi. I'm Jared." He reached out his hand.

I clacked with my tong. Another one.

"Sorry kid. I don't do sweet introductions." I said to him still picking my nails.

He was silent for a little. "Why not?" He asked dropping his hand and frowning questioningly.

I got used to that look so I just answered my basics. "Introductions seem to mean friendship with you guys so I stopped the intro and voila! No more 'friends!'."

"You don't want friends? What's wrong with you then?" He said trying to make a joke.

"You wouldn't be able to guess." I answered smiling to myself.

The teacher came in and ordered the class to be silent. He didn't even say anything of my legs on the table anymore, he knew I wouldn't do it anyway. After a while the guy named Jared whispered again.

"This really is hell." He says bored.

I snickered. It sure was. My nails couldn't get cleaner and I had all the loose threads from my shirt.

"I could play the devil." I said to him sideways which earned me a confused look.

"Quiet Ms. Bane! If you don't follow it you can stay here after class for extra lessons now be quiet and listen. Maybe then you'll learn." The teacher yelled at me.

Okay. Twenty. I was done with it. Time to have some fun of my own and get kicked off of school again.

"And now I certainly will rule this hell." I said to this Jared guy as I stood up. I swung my bag on my back and walked to the front.

"Go back to your seat Ms. Ba-" The teacher started before he looked at me.

I let my eyes change color and change back. That shut him up. I jumped on his desk and looked over the class full with asking and wondering looks. I smirked. Let's show them something they could really learn from.

posted; 28-05-2014

reedited; 28-06-2018