"Don't ask me to drop your school anymore, I got to..." And he droned on and on. Honestly, if I did not have to clean and feed pigs every morning, I would be on time, but I did, so I never had time.

Well, seems I have to be up early to catch the bus to be at school on time.

Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath surprised that not even a flicker of anger surfaced, then reopened them seemingly normal.

Closing the door careful not to slam it. After all, my father was not afraid to slap me across my head. If he did that, would it not make me the school laughingstock?

I definitely had no desire to be slapped in front of the school or become the school's laughingstock. So I pursed my lips slightly and opened my mouth and said in a soft almost trembling tone; "Bye dah'ay."

He grunted his reply speeding off. In composed rage, I shrugged, trying not to shake my head in disdain.

No wonder the previous owner was crazy. The father is like a psycho and the mother?

She should get her head checked and see if it is OK.

Looking at my cheap phone, I noted I still had half an hour before the bell rang.

"Hey, Kruel,"

A nasal voice called. I froze a moment, but it was so quickly done it was easily covered. This name...

My name is Kruella Kassandra Krystalis. This name was nothing like a normal name on this island. It was foreign and the name my dad gave us in this case me.

My mom was Krella, my sister Kelly, brother Kristophere, the last Kyle. All K names like seriously mom why did all of my siblings have a normal name except me?

I suspected she wanted a boy and messed up my name matter of a fact scratch that.

I think my ancestors were on crack when they decided on that last name and my mom was high as a kite when she wrote my name down at the registration centre.

"Morning Sharice," I replied smiling, walking towards her. She was sipping some nasty red soft drink.

I twisted my face at her choice of drink while she laughed, hooking her arm with mines.

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While many children hated school — but then again, they had friends at home, played and relaxed, I loved it because it gave me a chance to be a kid. A real kid, even if I am already eighteen.

Around us some children ate, others sat around chatting and laughing, entering the inner section on the school grounds we walked the long path and immediately we took the stairs going straight to the top slipping past the principal office heading directly to our class where I placed my bag in my seat.

Immediately Shanice began to gossip.

"I heard we have a new student transfers they are spending their extra year here, older by a year so they are going with the second upper fifths." I like gossip. I mean, which female didn't?

But presently I was not interested as she handed me a slice of pizza that she baked, honestly the girl can bake. She always brought me food each morning since I never got a chance to eat breakfast bla bla ...you know the rest.

"So...you have nothing to say?"

I paused, making sure my mouth was cleared before replying

"I have not seen the new transfer student, so... what do you want me to say? As per usual I will say my interest is completing school here so I can get a job where we can at least share a place as we planned and later when we are twenty-five look for brothers or whatever to become potential boyfriends for a year, get married get pregnant twice so we can have a boy and a girl, by then we should be rich, we wouldn't need our husband's money or them we will get a divorce at twenty-eight-"

"Uh, sha-"

"I'm trying to refresh your memory—right now at twenty-eight we will have..."

My voice trailed off at the guy that stood in the doorway of our classroom. I blinked, squinted and my mind seem to explode.

How didn't I realise that he was there?

The guy was tall, maybe six, seven feet tall or more.

I mean just look at this!

He kind of had to duck his head every time he entered the classroom. He was broad shoulder perhaps from some sport?

Also, his shirt probably was a triple extra-large or custom made. Since it didn't seem so baggy on him, God, but what did he eat?

I felt horror begin to build as my mind travelled down a path of inward torture.

The last thing that had me staring more, was that he looked so pale; as if he had not seen the sun in like forever.

I had seen white people obviously on television and some customers who came to the nursery, but they had 'redskin' or it was pink.

I didn't go out enough to see one like him, in real life not since moving with my dad but not one like him he was-

Gorgeous with the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen, an extremely low hair cut so I could not tell what colour his hair colour was. It seemed as though he was aiming to be a skinhead, but not quite there.

Normally that would not be attractive in my book, but this boy his features were handsome at least for someone like his kind.

This is the transfer student?

Why would someone like this who can go to the higher ranked schools choose this one?

He will become immediately like an exotic animal on display simply because of this.

This...

I squinted, feeling some vague familiarity but could not remember for the life of me,

he looked rather familiar like I knew him.

There was a vague memory but I could not no matter what grasp it so instead, since I was annoyed I turned away from him and glared at my so-called best friend.