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Chapter 1

•''Rose's POV''•

I look around the school, same as always I guess.. I kept my head down as my hoodie drooped over my head. My eyes gaze over Andrew, on the ground picking up his books while Drake left laughing.

He's been bullied again.. I went over to Andrew as I helped him pick up his books. I lift up his hoodie as I placed his glasses back to his head. We never actually talk to each other, it's a routine for me to help him up.

Besides, his parents died when he enrolled here and he isn't getting a fresh start. Well, we both aren't. We're just victims being borned to a judgemental world. "T-thank you.." I snapped out of my trance. Did I heard it right?

His voice was a whisper but I still caught it. Did he just.. Speaked to me? "O-oh yeah.." I responded and helped him up. The bell rang and I went to class. I can't believe it! I think he's going to be my first friend..

After 2 years being alone in high school.. I'll have a friend! "Ugh why are you in my seat?" I snapped out of my trance, I looked up to see Hazel, our class president, she's irresponsible and somewhat slutty.

"I'm sorry.." I kept my head down and stood up. I felt two hands push me as I fell down. Laughter echoed in the class as well as the teacher. Just then..a knife pierced through Hazel's head. Silent filled the room.

I looked at her head in my lap, tears streaming down. Two more knifes pierced through two of my classmates head. Then my teacher, and the whole classroom. It was so fast that I didn't knew where the source was.

I looked at the back of the class, two blue glowing eyes looked at me, a universal slapped me as though it showed a sign that I was gonna die. "I don't wanna die, not yet, no.." I mumbled while being in a fetus position.

"Don't be worried Rose." My eyes widen, Andrew? No..no.. He can't be.. No.. "Isn't blood a better color match for roses?" He asked me with a psychotic smile. I don't know what I did to him. I always stay far away, I always did nice things to him. But.. Why is he like this? I looked around, my teacher's body laid down dead, as well as my classmates.. They died.. The same..

"Well? I'm asking you." He repeated as I looked at him, tears welled as I felt the urge to run, but, I know I'm gonna die. "You're very pretty Rose."

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