"So how are you today?" She asked looking at me with sympathy written all over her face. I didn't need her sympathy. All I needed was you but even I knew it wasn't possible.

"I'm fine." I lied without giving it a second thought. I didn't want to be here but I knew they was no way out of this. I brought it upon myself.

"It's fine if you tell me how you feel. That's why I'm here." My therapist said. "Have you been writing lately?"

I nodded.

"That's a good sign. You still don't remember?" She asked writing down something on her notepad.

"I don't." She looked at me trying to analyze if I was lying and I was going to make it difficult for her. That was the first thing you said you liked about me. How difficult I was to read. How much it made you crazy but at the same time made you like me more.

And I was lying. I was lying so much that I wanted to scream. I could remember every single thing from the time I met you. From the time we fought over me climbing trees, to the time I cried in your room. I remember the way your cracked your knuckles when you were in deep thoughts or how you pouted when you thought you were being cute which you were. I remembered everything.

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Three weeks had passed and I was still with my family. School life was becoming bearable. At least that's what I thought. After the fight in school I was totally ignored by everybody. Nobody wanted to talk to me. I hadn't seen that Dummy guy since the second week after he switched classes which I learned later that his parents wanted to sue me and the school but my dad intervened.

Advantages of having rich parents; They never want to be embarrassed so they always pull you out of trouble. Call me spoilt or anything I don't care. At least they were useful for once in my life.

Truth be told, my whole life was torture. School was horrible. I was used to being ignored but the stares I got from people were murderous and the worst thing was my bitch of a sister was their ring leader. In just two weeks in this school, I have visited the principal's office four times and none of them were for good reasons. I tried not let it bother me until things became out of hand.

It started as small as pouring sour yoghurt on my gym clothes, then my class project was stolen until it became unbearable.

The first time was on a crazy fucked up Wednesday- don't forgive my words. I hated Wednesday so much, one of the reasons being it was the day I was born, the other that I had my two worst class on that day. Home management and P.E. I mean why does a class which is literally preparing us to be housewives exist.

So back to what happened that day, I was getting ready for my P.E class when a girl which I suppose was our class president called my name. She was Asian which wasn't a new thing. American International Academy was filled with international students from almost every country of the world. So she called me which was strange since she had not said as much as a word to me ever since I arrived.

"What do you want?" I snarled. I didn't trust any of them. They were all snakes waiting to bite me any chance they got.

"You were picked as a group leader today." She said ignoring my rudeness. Not that I care.

"And why would I do that?" I raised a brow with my patience running out.

"Because you were chosen?" She replied unsure of what to say. Well, since she didn't know what to say I would just help myself by walking out. "No wait! I meant that Mr Tayo wrote your name today as a group leader." She was referring to our home room teacher. "It rotates every week in case you don't know."

"I'm not stupid."

"I never said you are. All I wanted to say was you are supposed to sign out a ball from the sports office. You don't need to be an asshole about it." She walked out without giving me a chance to talk, murmuring something like 'You deserve it'.

Ignoring her, I made my way to the sports office and I'm dumbfounded by what I saw.

Everywhere was destroyed. Literally.

The sport balls were slashed, bats of all kinds were broken. The walls where stained. Everything.

And then I saw it and I knew exactly what it was. Lying in the mist of all this chaos was my class project covered in dripping ink.

I was tranced. I walk towards it with my mind processing what exactly was happening. I picked it up making sure it was mine although the customized book cover gave me the answer already. Looking around me I noticed a bottle of spray paint on the floor. I picked it up without even thinking. Then a taught came to me.

This wasn't what I taught it was, I prayed.

I noticed a writing on the wall which wasn't quite noticeable. Bending down to read it I knew it was a trap immediately I did.

I got u. That's what it said. And I knew who it was. It finally made sense. The stares, that Asian girl, the murmurs, all of it.

"Who could have guessed it was you?" I heard her voice with her obviously sarcastic comment.

"Miss Oliver," I said before realizing exactly how this looks. "This isn't what it looks like."

"This is exactly what it looks like Miss Christina. You are destroying school property." It was then I noticed another teacher was there. I've seen him a couple times but can't remember his name even though he was my teacher.

"It's not and..." for the last time, "my name is Chrisé not Christina."

He looked at me obviously out of words. "Well I hope your name is enough to get you out of this trouble since that's only what you care about." With that he walked out of the room.

"You know where to go." She said with what looked like pity in her eyes. Well I didn't need her pity. She should save it for that son of a bitch when I'm through with him.

I followed her to the principal's office knowing I was gone for sure this time. I was surprised the first time when I found out it wasn't an expulsion letter the first time even though I didn't know what it was but I'm sure he wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

Reaching his office I saw his face with undeniable anger gushing out. Yep. He obviously wouldn't make the same mistake twice .

"Explain." Was the first thing he said.

"I didn't do it."

"Then who did?" He asked. I was surprised he was trying to hear me out. He was supposed to have given me the letter by now. Or maybe he just wanted to torture me.

"I don't know."

"Don't tell me that! You were found red handed in the sports room which was totally destroyed. Explain that."

I wanted to tell him I wasn't found red handed but blue handed due to the color of the paint but the look on his face told me it wasn't a good idea.

"I don't know but I get it. You can expel me now." I said helping him to put me out of my misery.

He raised his brow looking at me with a puzzled expression. "You want to be expelled? Is that the reason for this behavior?"

"Noo!!" I shouted almost immediately. "I just thought that since I was always framed for trouble it was best if I leave."

He looked at me for some seconds before he closed his eyes obviously trying to gain some composure. I wondered what he would say when he opened his eyes. Observing him now I would say I was surprised at his appearance. The first time I was coming here I felt that it would be an old white man who was just so angry at the whole world. I never expected him to be so young.

When he open his eyes he was about to say something when someone knocked.

"Come in."

And what a marvelous coincidence. Or was it?

"Amanda. What brings you here?"

"Oh sorry Principal Landon," she said in her not to sweet voice. "Mrs Afang said I should drop this here." She said referring to a sheet of paper in her hands.

"Fine, you can go."

She nodded and smiled. "Thank you sir," what was that for? "Please is she in trouble?" She asked looking very concerned.

Oh please, spare me this shit.

"I don't know yet but don't worry."

I was shocked by his reply but my sister was drained. Color literally drained from her face. She nodded and looked at me with a fake sweet smile until it turned into a smirk. I wanted to curse at her but I remembered were we where.

She was into this. That witchy bitchy was into this.

"You don't get along well, do you?" Principal Landon asked although I knew he guessed the answer.

If only you knew.

"So here is what you are going to do..." He said when I didn't answer him.

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I was finally done. Today was the last day for me to finish this dreadful punishment. After the incident, Mr Landon gave me two weeks suspension and a three paged speech which was small compared to my supposed crime.

Two weeks at home was torture. I was with my mom every single day and I wished I was told to just drink poison than undergo this treacherous punishment. I almost tried drinking it but I decided that I couldn't give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me dead.

I was locked in my room with my unlimited supply of drinks which I got tired of and the never ending Netflix movies which just bored me as I continued. I couldn't play any game due to my anger issues which made me break my game controller.

I remember the first few days, my mother was angry but not surprised. My dad ignored me and my brother didn't care due to the fact that must of the time he was as high as weed could take you.

My sister on the other case was crazed. She was so annoyed I was not kicked out from school.

"Why were you just suspended?" She asked me immediately she came back from school.

"I wonder." I answered dryly as I sipped my fish pepper soup. "Guess your plan didn't work. You have to try harder and not some cliche prank out of a wattpad novel." I said plainly. I didn't have strength for her games.

"Why are you sounding so pissed? It's not like I did anything except give my assistance. You wanted to leave and I was only helping you make it faster. Aren't you supposed to be thanking me?"

I drank water from my glass choosing not to answer her. I don't feel like visiting a hospital anytime soon even though she will be the patient.

"So it is true then?" She said when she noticed I was ignoring her.

"What Amanda! Can't you just take a hint and get lost." I said exasperated.

"You're sleeping with Principal Landon."

"What?!" I said nearly choking on my soup.

"You heard me." She smirked. "I knew you were many things but an ashewo was not one of it. Looks like I was wrong again."

"Caught it out Mandy." My brother's voice echoed as he came down the stairs. "Give us a break with the drama already. It's a surprise mum has not been called by a Nollywood director." He picked a bottle of Sprite from the fridge as he swallowed the contents.

She rolled her eyes. "Mind your own business."

"And mind yours so can you please get out of here? My friends are coming."

Welcome to my happy family.

"Whatever. I was getting out anyway." She flicked her braids and walked out.

"You want some?" I asked him pointing to my soup. It was my subtle way of saying thank you.

"No I'll pass." I nodded. "And you need to get out of here."

I smiled at him. "Way to spoil the siblings bonding mood Junior."

"Anything for my crazy sis." He returned the smile.

"Which of them?" I raised my brow hiding a smile.

Then he laughed. "You're an idiot. Just go to your room before mum comes out. I'm sure you're tired of the drama too."

I and my brother were not best friends but he was not so bad when he was not high which was almost never and now was one of our few moments.

Coming back to school was a breathe of bad air for me but I didn't care. At least there was air. I didn't have any at home with my family always on my neck.

And also I could get my revenge on those two.

So I was back to school and it was the third day which was on a Wednesday. My favorite day! How much I hated it.

I was supposed to play soccer today. I didn't care so much for soccer or any sports at all, but I was very good at it.

I got into the changing room as I noticed must of the girls where gone. My eyes quickly jammed hers and she quickly shifted her attention. I knew she felt guilty about it but I didn't care. She was just as fucked up as her whole class no wonder she was class president.

I picked my soccer boots walked with my socks towards the field. I noticed Mr Liam our sports master blowing a whistle in the middle of the field. I hurriedly wore my boots and jogged into the field.

Then I noticed a little bump in my shoes making me feel so uncomfortable. I bent down to remove my shoes to find out what was in it when he called me out.

"Chrisé hurry up already. You already have three extra laps to run! Don't make it five!"

I dismissed the idea as I jogged towards him.

"Ouch!" I shrieked as I felt a sharp pain in my legs.

"Can you stop the drama already? You don't want a detention do you?"

I didn't want a detention, especially when I was on probation so I continued with the aching pain in my legs. I jogged and it became worse and worse. It felt like I was being stabbed a million times.

I heard someone shout and I couldn't comprehend any thing as my head just felt heavy. "She's bleeding!" It took me a moment to understand that it was me she was referring to me. I looked at my legs and noticed I was bleeding and my boots were soaked.

I couldn't remember anything else except falling to the ground and people running towards me as I watched my footprints of blood form a pattern on the grass.

See why I hate Wednesdays?