THE CENTER

CHAPTER THREE

There was a reason I didn't want to go to this school, it reminded me of a cage, like I was some animal who was trapped and couldn't escape, it reminded me of the time when I was weak minded and I counted the day till I meet my dead mother in heaven or even better hell, where I could blame the devil for all the bad things that had happened to me in my life.

The most important thing that made my shiver and my skin to have goosebumps was him.

As I found my dorm room I noticed that it was locked, so I used my key and opened it. The room was a small space with a blank wall, a bunk bed, wardrobe and a bathroom. It was nothing special.

I decided to unpack my things.

My torturer, my tormentor, my demon.

The school reminded me of him, eyes constantly watching you and waiting for your mistake. I shook my head to remove the thought of him from my head so that I could unpack my things.

I stayed in my room all day unpacking my things and wondering who my roommate was.

I almost searched my roommate's things so I could know more about the type of person I would be staying with but I knew it was a bad and stupid idea.

By thirty minutes past four my roommate walked in and she did not look happy. She had purple hair and the typical black mascara, eye shadow and nail polish and I almost scoffed when I saw that she had piercings on each of her ears and nose, and let me tell you I almost laughed when I saw a tattoo on her shoulder. This was the typical wannabe bad girl who thought she had it bad.

SO f*****g CLICHÉ

As I stared at her I started to compare myself to her. I mean, I had red hair, a nose without any piercing, I had green eyes that was experienced and knew to much, while she had gold contact lenses, her lips panted with a black lipstick, while mine was clear of anything, her body with tattoos while mine was full of scars from been beaten to the pulp by him, her cloths all black while I had all of my cloths colourful.

Overall with my type of cloths and scars covered I looked like a f*****g child.

So while I looked at her probably for a long time she was angry and if looks could kill I would probably be greeting the devil.

"Who the f**k are you?" She practically growled out looking furious like she would eat me.

I looked at her for a long time contemplating whether I should pick a fight with her because she looked like she would be fun to fight.

"I am new here, this is suppose to be my dorm" I answered her calmly smirking at her because I knew if she wanted to fight me I will fight her and beat her till she is black and blue.

She looked at me confused maybe wondering if I was lying to her.

"I didn't know I was getting a new roommate after what happened to the last one and worst of all a beginner" she muttered to herself but I could hear her.

She did not know anything about me and I was going to keep it that way.

"So what is your name?" I asked her pretending like I did not hear what she was muttering.

She looked at me with her eyes narrowed suspiciously and finally said her name.

"They call me the devil's lollipop"

OK, at first I was confused before I realised that they don't like saying real names here, then I was choking on my laughter after I realised the type of nickname she got here.

She looked at me annoyed that I was laughing at her ridiculous nickname. After a while I stopped laughing because of her glares.

"OK, I will call you lollipop, you can call me kings"

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