"Someone's in trouble," Blair teases as I begin to pack up my things.

Although her tone is joking I can still feel the bubble of anxiety forming inside my stomach, creeping its way up to my throat. I haven't done anything to my knowledge and that's terrifying to me. On top of that this is my first class of senior year which doesn't leave a good impression on the teacher to be called out already.

I don't get into trouble - a nun, a baby would have a higher rate of being in trouble then I would. Maybe an over- exaggeration but I'm starting to worry now.

I close my folder and put my bag onto my shoulder, "I'll get your notes off of you during lunch, okay?"

The spark of playfulness in her blue eyes flicker momentarily upon making eye contact with me. But it returns seconds later at the same time the small smile that stops most boys hearts appears. She reaches across for my desk, holding the green slip between two of her fingers.

"Relax. You're too much of a goody two shoes to be in trouble," she waves the paper slightly and I take it from her. "I do however want details, maybe it's about you being valedictorian."

I scrunch up my face and shake my head. "You have to be smart in order to get that title."

Rolling her eyes I don't give her a chance to respond before leaving the classroom. Mr Frankel gives me a disapproving look that makes me want to apologize, instead I shoot him a tight lipped smile. I disappear from the burning gaze of my mathematics teacher and into the hallway.

The desertion allows my pace to be quick, occasionally my converse clad feet scruff against the linoleum floors. I look down at the dark green piece of paper in my hands that's summoned me out of class and to the admin office. What could it be for?

It can't be for my schedule because there's no mistake in my classes. At least I hope they aren't planning to switch anything, I like it this year.

There's no circle over the principal or deputy on the form. My name, classroom and now being the only traces of ink on the paper.

I flip it over to check the back incase there's something else like the time I lost my ID card in sophomore year. But there's nothing there which only leaves two possibilities.

One of them being someone is here to collect me. Considering dad is at work - more often than not - and everyone else in my family is dead it seems highly unlikely, if not impossible. Which means it's for something worse than the principal's office in my eyes.

I push open the heavy glass door, it creaks gaining the attention of the office lady sitting in the glass box. A phone is resting between her shoulder and ear, hand moving frantically against the paper. I slowly approach, looking around the empty admin office.

There's nobody else in my eyesight, however the heaving from sickbay sends a chill down my spine. I'll tune that noise out. I turn my attention back as she stops writing to point over at the chairs behind me. I nod, taking a seat on the uncomfortable plastic while placing my things beside me.

I cross my arms over my chest while staring at the past seniors photo hanging opposite me. All of them are nameless to me and I wonder what the purpose of having the photo is when nobody really will remember them. The same goes for the plaques covering the brick walls.

Until my eyes fall on probably one of the oldest known plaques. Valedictorian 1992- Athena Collins. I suck my lips in, dropping my gaze almost instantly at the heavyweight in my chest. The feeling doesn't last long as a door opens, my face falling completely emotionless.

"Care to come in Kira?" I force myself to bite back a sarcastic response, gathering my things and forcing myself inside the guidance counselors office.

The familiar office is still covered in motivation posters that aren't really effective in any way. I snap myself out of the death glare that I was giving the cat resting on her desk - the plush kitten just sits there silently judging - as the door closes behind me. I sit down in the leather chair, looking at the clock resting above her head.

10:11.

My next class starts in almost ten minutes - I don't want this to last any longer and I would prefer to be out in five. I hate being in this office. The fact there's no windows or even any visible wall makes me nauseous, then there's the cat that I want to knock off the desk. I hate cats.

"Why am I here?" I ask as soon as she sits down, dropping my gaze back to hers. "I didn't make an appointment."

"You haven't made an appointment in six months," Mrs Hale deadpans, leaning on the desk. "And your attendance hasn't improved- you're still pushing seventy-eight from last year."

I nervously bite my lip. "I have special consideration."

"You did for junior year on the conditions you were to keep your grades at a C and to see me or your GP once a week," I tighten my grip around the binder of my folder out of habit. "But this year- unless you meet those conditions- you'll have no special consideration."

"I'm fine now so I don't need to see you."

The words come out before I can stop them and this gains a look that I know all too well. One that I've not only seen on her face but everyone that knows the truth of my special consideration. In translation- you can talk to me. It feels like they're pitying me and I don't want their pity, I don't want to feel vulnerable.

I hate feeling vulnerable.

"Have you seen your GP? Does he think you're fine, or is this a self diagnosis?" I stay on the edge of my seat, feeling my palms start to sweat. "I get that everything might seem fine at the moment but I personally want to see you excell this year. You're exceptionally bright, it would be fantastic if you utilized those skills."

I break eye contact inhaling while my shoulders rise up into a shrug. "This year is going to be different. I'm not some emotional wreck anymore."

"I just want you to be aware that I'm here in case things start to get tough again," she explains, nodding slowly. "You don't need to feel like you have to deal with everything by yourself. I'm always here for you, your friends are and so is your father."

Nodding I prevent myself from saying something stupid that will land me another unwanted session. "Can I go now?"

"I want to see you next week just to see how you're dealing with school," she grabs the leather bound book on her desk, opening it before grabbing a pen. "Any day in particular?"

I stare at the journal and run my tongue over my teeth. Opening my folder I look at my timetable to see when I have a free period by myself, not with my friends. That way they won't know I'm seeing the counselor. They don't need to know about that detail of my life or worry that something is wrong.

"Tuesday period three." I close my folder, watching her schedule in her diary my appointment. Although I don't think it'll last long.

She closes it and places it back on her organized desk. "I'll send you a note during your first class of the day for a time during that period. You can head to your next class now."

"See you then."

I stand up, quickly exiting while trying to keep a somewhat calm exterior. As I reach the main office door I put my shoulder into it while grinding my teeth together. Usually I wouldn't get so worked up but there's one topic that fires me up within seconds.

That's when people try to pry themselves into my life and emotions. I keep them close to myself in order to avoid talking about how I'm feeling because when I do it comes across in one of two ways.

The worst being it gets misunderstood which makes me regret opening my mouth. It happens more often than not when it comes to discussing certain things. While the other leaves an awkward atmosphere after expressing what's going on inside my head or heart.

I don't know what's worse and both of those happen whenever I'm in that office, it does more harm than good in my eyes. Even though Mrs Hale's intentions are good there's some things that should be left alone once they've been accepted.

Brushing my hair over one shoulder, a calmness overcomes me when I rake my fingers through it. I forgot my ring this morning in a wild rush to not to be late and now I'm resorting to using my hair as a distraction device.

I hear the bell ring as I make it halfway to my English class. When the bell stops I hear a loud crash, forcing my eyes to observe around me out of fear that it could be coming towards me. I stop for a split second to register the guy being thrown against the locker by someone wearing a varsity jacket.

My ears ring for a second but I move closer seeing the jock grasp onto the other guys shirt. There's a clear difference in builds and obviously the age. I recognize the jock to be the same guy who's been pinning after Blair since the start of high school; Brian Farnell.

He's the linebacker that would value from having his brain capacity matching the size of his ego. But sadly for him he's had too much damage to the crucial one. Whereas the other guy who is leaning flat against the metal surface would undoubtedly be a freshman. He looks young and scrawny.

I move closer, pushing through the bodies of a few students that stop to watch the scene unfold. Brian has a twisted smirk engraved on his lips as he slogs the freshman in the stomach. As a result he coils in on himself for a second before squaring his lanky frame up.

"Your kind absolutely disgust me," Brian snarls, shaking his head while looking absolutely disgusted by him. "You've been here for not even a day and you're contaminating the place with your disease."

Brian goes to walk away only for the freshman to laugh once. It's loud and draws the jocks attention back to him. A smug smile pulls on his lips while he tries not to laugh. I look between the two noticing the increasing anger of Brian who clearly isn't liking the backbone he's being shown.

"It's time to face the fact that the world is evolving," I step closer the same time Brian does, connecting the dots in my head. "Your kind are the real disgrace here but don't worry, I won't be staring at you in the locker rooms. I don't think anyone would."

The words confirm my thoughts that Brian assaulted him purely based on his sexuality. It irks something in me and I move forward to drag the freshman away before he gets beaten to the point he can barely breathe. I place my hand on the freshman's shoulder to tell him to stop.

"Are you okay?" I ask, he looks to me in confusion but before he can speak Brian does.

"You piece of-"

I barely have time to turn before a fist collides with my face. My ears ring to tune out the noise of the students as I slam into the floor from the impact. I blink a few times as pain erupts in my face but specifically my cheek. A metallic taste swarms my mouth at the same time a sting emits from my tongue.

There's a hand on my shoulder that turns me around but with double vision and ringing ears I can barely make out who it is. I see a pair of heels standing in front while a distorted voice yells out commands to make the hoards of students disappear.

This isn't how I imagined my first day to go, not by a long shot.

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