Chapter one

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\=Chapter one\=

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\Amede Briar Vin/

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"Bullshit!"

Not exactly the kind of response that anyone would be pleased to hear, albeit that they have delivered their questions primly. Gawking at this student–nonplussed as if–sending a telepathic note saying 'seriously?' Alas, she just raised a brow with a smug smile pastled across her features, indifferent from the situation that she's dealing with.

"What? These are absolute bullshits! Its logic, I mean c'mon, aren't yah tired of calling me here over and over instead of actually kicking me out?" Her words sounded apathetic, whilst absentmindedly looking at her finger coated nails. This Raven haired student is known to have a very dirty record towards her good moral data; in short, she adds insult to injury. She's been called multiple times in the principal's office, as well as to the guidance counselor, or anyone that can tolerate with this kind of behavior that she has. Unfortunately, none of them have been able to tame her rebellious individuality. Her vulgar words, her obscene actions, her lack of academic performance, none can try and beseech nor lecture her to change. Instead, they've learned something from her, and that is to 'Stay out Of Her Business.'

Many have already witness her rampant state, and no one even dares to see what they've seen once more. Scared of their safety, scared of losing their lives; which is claimed possible for how this student actually does these actions. "Miss Amede, please, you know the reason why we can't do that, and you know well on why we're doing our best to try and talk to you multiple times about this matter." This manager of the guidance counselor, around her mid 50's, said warily though slightly jittering from the student's strong demeanor.

"As a member of the guidance counselor, our duty here is to talk about a student's troubles that affect their behavior towards their academic performances. So please miss Amede Briar Vin, cooperate with us." Trying to be polite, the guidance counselor manager named Flora Scott, gave a curt smile at Amede–the ravenette student–in hopes of her to understand the statement and to accept the offer she's implying. Mrs. Scott was always the one who's faced by this student, for other's who've tried, lost their temper, mainly because of having no control against the situation. The way she offends is not easy to take, not even a dog can eat her words.

Loosing ones temper because of her, isn't a surprise at all, since people with higher ranks than her, all she gave was irreverence towards them. Mrs. Scott is known to have long patience, that's why she's a perfect match to deal with someone as audacious as Amede. Through those days, three months to be precise, Amede is always with Mrs. Scott in every time a complaint is held against her.

Though, no matter how amiable a person can be just to push her to be a modest girl, nothing budged her.

"So what if I'm connected to that old hug? It's not like she's in control of me," the student abruptly stood off of the comfy crimson cushion startling the manager who's sitting behind the polished antic desk.

"Miss Vin, please do be careful with your wor–" Mrs. Scott knows well that if this continues, this student will be out of hand. "Cut the crap, I'm bored staring at your chapped lips and over powdered face," but before the manager can even have a chance to settle her, Amede cut her through it.

"Talking and talking, over and over about this fucking same old lecture," the ravenette approached the guidance counselor's desk, slamming both of her palms on the desk's flat top surface. Mrs. Scott do admit that this student–no higher than her authority by lable–intimidated her by simply staring at Amede's azure hues. But this student is no ordinary student, and Mrs. Scott will always held that respect towards her, since she is higher than her by name.

Amede leaned closer as Mrs. Scott tries to widen the gap between then, but sadly her back hit the wall behind her. This completely trapped the guidance counselor on the raven student's foreboding extent; Mrs. Scott is stiffed from her chair.

"If you can't kick me out and have limited choice towards my so called fucked up intent, then you better just stop and ignore these *** shitting complains and reports regarding me." Amede grinned with an evident spark of ennui through her orbs making Flora unable to speak or calm her frightened nerves.

"In that way, you won't be wasting any of my precious time, and same goes to you. Besides, aren't you fed of seeing my face, Flora Scott? Cause like hell I'm sick of looking at you, middle aged senior." Amede stood straight once more and gave one last look at Mrs. Scott, "so do me a favor and tell that old hug to **** off," before turning her back towards the door, shutting it loudly behind her.

"Amede Briar Vin, heh.... Too much for this given name," she contemplated, thus, laughing at her own thoughts. The way people spoke about her given name, the way they judged her dignity, the way people mock her so called wont towards the ones around her, and she finds it humorous to hear it here and there. "Hard to fucking write on that stupid report paper, tsk! What a waste of ink." Sauntering across the empty hallway, her figure being beamed with rays of sunlight reflected through those exterior facade windows. Her bitter smile doesn't seem to falter as she continues her trip towards her assigned section. Since it was still class hours, it's a waste not to go and finish up her remaining class session before their dismissal.

Although Amede doesn't take education seriously, she–at some point– enjoyed being inside a room where halfling learns. But above all, she just wanted to look at those students having/creating friends and relationships,

slowly shattering apart.

Every step echoes with clicking sound caused by her hard heel tapping the tiled floor. Her rustling clothes from every movement, through this empty hallway, it's clearly heard; at this point, her purview was truly eerie. Like an untouchable bubble surrounding her, that from a small distant, it can be felt by any, a warning for them to move away. The ravenette holds onto the handle sliding the door open, with every eye spotting her figure.

"Miss Vin, are you done with your meeting with the guidance counselor?" Ignoring her teacher's question, she invited herself in and walked pass across some boggled students and sat comfortably on her signature chair. Surely her superior wasn't content by her empty response, but her acknowledgement towards her, this was neutral. Knowing well that if this teacher even dares to sermon Vin, everything will not end well.

"Let's continue..."

Lindsay Gloria,the teacher, turned back at the board and proceeds on her interrupted lecture. Lindsay was used at Vin's actions, being with this student for almost a year, now; she did envisage sparks of what's inside her translucent mask. Lindsay studied phycology as an extracurricular, and with this student of hers, she finds it intriguing to learn about her more. This spectacled teacher does not know why she was attracted by this student's former experience that leaded her to be this way.

By tis famous quote, "curiosity killed the cat." As a nature of humans, we can never get satisfied, and we always get curious. Thinking about her student, always leads her to a question, 'is it by her parents to be at fault or others?' She wanted to know more, but how can a mere teacher like her, interact with someone unapproachable as Amede.

Not because of being a teacher doesn't mean she have all of the knowledge, no body's perfect after all, that's why we're all so unique by one another.

Gloria shook off her thoughts and focused more on her task, surely she'll have that moment to talk to Amede in the future. For now, all she's planning to do, is to observe her more, especially to have more glimpse about her background. Being a creep can be considered as a discrimination towards someone intersecting onto others private business. This teacher is fully aware of her actions, but her urge took the best of her than her conscious. Too late to even think of the aftermath once she started it,

But what good will it do to know of someone that isn't even related to her?

She doesn't know the answer either, but her resolution is set, and she have no plans on turning back. Something so unusual and something seemingly inutile to even do is what Lindsay views reversely. It satisfy her to learn more about different personalities by these people she encounters, and Vin was the most enthralling for her so far.

"And for your assignment, make a short anecdote about your life, don't forget to add vocabularies and write it's meaning at the back of a letter sized bond paper." The teacher's final statement as the bell rang.

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At last, by any student's desire is for them to finally head home, or probably slack elsewhere with some people they prefer to. As for a certain someone, she was, supposed to go back at her so called 'home' But again, like any other afternoon of their dismissal, a group of friends always came and stop Amede from her tracks. Staring at her with that naive yet confident spark in their eyes, something that Amede always ignore all throughout out this same old routine.

"Boss!!" One blonde exclaimed excitedly as he smiled warmly at this unfazed ravenette. This student eagerly followed her every step along with his other five companions. This has been going for about a week or so, since if there are haters, there will always be the others who are in favor. They are close of being called, fans of Amede, something that most don't understand and discriminate. They know who she is–barely– by her record and through rumors, but yet, there are still others who looks up at her.

To think of such a woman having such high power among men is rare to witness. Even if she is a very outrageous female, it is truly surprising on how a mere girl beat someone that is double sized as she is. Most to be precise, something that is an offense towards a man's pride, for she is, just a girl. As so, a reason for some to look up, and even dreamed to be like her in the future. Just like these six students who have been doing their best to befriend Amede for some time now. Vin slowly turned to faced him, at least one foot taller than her, with a smirk playing at her plump lips.

This blonde can't help but feel his blood boil from his face as he stares at Amede's eyes. Such a shame this boy can't quite figure out on what she was emphasizing rather than being happy for this was the first time that she have finally noticed their call to her. 'stupid twats' Amede rolled her eyes and turned to look at his other companions whilst clicking her tongue. The others sweat dropped knowing that they might've annoyed her since they've been bothering her every time she's about to go home. But yet again, this was a big opportunity since their known heroine has finally noticed them. Even if they are scared to face her and ask what they always wanted to ask.

"Please boss, make us your minions or even your slaves, we promise we won't judge you nor forsaken you. We'll be loyal, and if ever we broke this vow of ours, you're free to do whatever you pleased to us as our punishment." They all looked at her stiffed in fear, with thick lump forming through their throats that wasn't easy to swallow. Her cold sharp eyes examined every single one's features, like a driller screwing through their souls, or a demon ready to devour their whole being.

"Interesting..." The ravenette student smiled, with other student's attention being drawn by these group of fans of hers, practically begging for their initiation to be her slave.

"Are they serious?"

"**** they're dead, I mean... Why her?"

"Is it a death wish?" "Damn, they have guts..."

"That damn bitch is truly the queen of Machiavellian..."

It goes on and on, nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to their judgment about her. Different comments, different contents, different perview, it was something interesting to watch. And for Amede, it was just entertaining, she waved her hand and bid them goodbye with an answer that gave them something different from what they have expected. They didn't follow her or even stopped her, they just stared at each other in disbelief. But the Xander Holthon Bren-the blond male student-had a small smile, whispering;

"didn't expect that, but at least...." Amede walked ahead thinking about what those idiots' faces looked like when they heard her answer. She laughed on how they reacted, but this was something entertaining, far from boring and she wanted to play along. Sauntering through streets filled with people wasn't her thing, and with her thoughts being set, she took a sharp turn and proceeded on an unknown alley. Her azure hues looking straight ahead, familiarizing the path she took for hundredth time. Empty, isolated and a bit dim, smelled a bit smoky yet it's something she wanted; nothing. But little does she knows, this small-unknown territory of hers, will be the complete opposite.

"****!" An impact slammed onto Vin causing her to loose balance, but with the help of her instincts, she regained her balance, luckily standing still. She lets out colorful vocabularies as her twitching eye looked at the person who bumped onto her. Looking down, seeing a disheveled hair before her, the corner tip of her lip turned upwards as she approached the person. She took a handful of the person's–surprisingly– soft hair and forcefully made them look at her.

Amede crouched down a bit to have a better view of this person's face. "Hoh? Did your short excuse of a mom ever tell you to fucking look at where you're going?" She flinged as those emerald orbs darted to her blue ones. The person didn't say anything, just stayed still, just looked at her.... But for the first time... Someone looked at her with no tint of fear through their eyes; instead, it was something she can't point out what.

"You've got my interest... Boy...." Her peeved smile turned to a wide beam, as she pressed her fingers on the boys cheeks and pulled his face closer to hers, to the point that their nose were touching.

This was the start, of something that both didn't expect as a change....

[To Be Continued]

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