Silver's Revenge

I walk into my new school with a soft smile, that shows off my dimples and keep replaying the plan in my head. First, I have to act like a normal teenage girl and catch his attention. Befriend him. that's the first step, and I'm going to consider the next steps when I complete this task. I keep my head high with a giant smile on my lips, as I turn to the main corridor. I'm gonna be everyone's favourite by being the nice girl. I considered being the nice girl and not the egotistical queen bee, because not everyone likes them. but the nice girl is adored by everyone. And I'm genetically a nice girl. of course, who doesn't like a girl with dimples? I smile genuinely at anyone who spares me and my modest clothes a look. whether they're of admiration or Flirt-session.  finally finding the principal's office, I knock the polite three knocks and enter when I here an eager 'come in'. I make my way to Mr Whitaker--- typical principal surname--- to collect my schedule. "Ah, you're the new student. I heard about your parents. I'm sorry about them, dear. I'm sure you'll be a model student with how you struggled out of foster care at the age of 10 and lived independently." was his typical way of greeting.  Yes, you heard it correctly. My parents died when I was 9, and I was transferred to foster care, where I struggled to be free of the grey food they gave me there, as I was used to luxuries back at home. And aside from my mission, my grades matter a lot, and I'm not willing to sacrifice them for a specific person. "Thank you, sir. That means a lot. And about the model student, I'll be the best number one student, sir." I reply with a polite nod of the head and offer him a grin when he dismisses me. That's the first thing I've spoken in a long time. When I leave the homey room of the principal and wander around to find my first class, Advanced Calculus, I wonder about the files I read at home-- one of them being the principal's file. I remember every detail.  Name: Thomas Whitaker Age: 43 years Family: Meredith ( wife:39 years )- Dean ( son:23 years )- Isabella (  Daughter:12 years )-Felix ( son: 15 years ) phone number: XXX-XXX-XXX Hair colour: Brown (light) Eye colour: hazel (dark) Personality: Sociable- good with kids- easy going- Hard-working- checked temper- and so much more I wouldn't mention because it's extra info I know you won't like. like blood type, fingerprint scan, and genetical issue-- THUD! Wow, great! I bumped into a specific class's door and kicked it open. with my head. Yes, with my head. My eyes roam around the class, passing a certain someone, and fall on the teacher smiling at my clumsiness. I smile at my stupidity, cheeks burning, and move my feet to the professor, waving a hand at my classmates. You won't believe me if I say I've made a file of them all. all.  "Welcome, sweetie. You're the new student?" I nod vigorously, while I'm still looking around. My attention's back on the Professor, when I hear a few snickers from the class.  Typical teenagers. " Would you like to Introduce yourself properly? " " Sure" I turn to the class with a racing heart and state confidently. " I'm silver. I'm new to this school as you already know, and I'm honoured to study at Saviour's high. And... I don't think you're interested in knowing me, so I'll keep it short. My third favourite hobby is sleeping. Second favourite's reading. And the first's of course, Eating. I won't bother you any further, thanks. " I am placed in the middle row, two chairs behind him. The first rule to be nice to someone is to not bore them. And be the kind they want you to be. after the first period, I came to know two things: A specific someone didn't recognize me and That I grabbed a good amount of attention. Everyone loves me. And I discovered bonus info. Samuel Farvale is the mysterious guy of the school. Yep, you got it. He's my target. My face burns–not with shame. With utter rage and fury. I'm never going to forget how he betrayed me. I scowl internally at the thought and keep my temper at check.  Not now, I mutter to myself I take a look at my schedule and move to the cafeteria, which is my next spot to be. But you know what, dang my luck. this place is too big. although I have etched the place in the depth of my mind, I'm lost.  So I do what A sane person does. Ask. I spot a blonde--- Who I learned was named Indiana, Indie for short--- leaned on the wall and go to her for help. "Um, hello? Do you happen to know which way is the cafeteria? I'm a new student, and I'm kinda lost." I rub the back of my neck while averting my eyes when I catch the girl's attention. "oh, hey! yeah, I know you're the hot newbie. Silver, am I right? And I do happen to be heading that way. I can accompany you if you don't mind." "yes, I'm Silver and I'm the hot newbie," I roll my eyes at the last part. Here goes my barely made reputation," But you know what, I think food is more important than people's opinion. So, let's get going." I wave my hand dismissively. " And just so you know, I like your outfit," she says, pointing at my attire. "Thanks," I blush, "I like yours too" Gesturing towards her clothes, I nod at her, with a replaced shy smile. we both walk side by side, Indie talks most of the time, not that I mind though. She mostly tells me the current hot topic of high school going around, which wasn't on my watch list. There wasn't any gossip that picked my interest to accept one, which she told me when we were being seated with some of her friends, somewhat near to the centre table. The popular crew sat there at that table, which included him. "I've heard that Samuel Farvale had been in a gang. " A girl named Tiara, which was probably the most common sensed girl at the table—aside from me—snorted at the lame-sounding rumour. "I don't know how people come up with those shits, honestly. This is beyond reality, India, that only happens in stories and fiction. A boy joined a gang," Tiara scoffed looking away. I, being the food-driven-crazy girl I was, zoned out, knowing no one would take these rumours seriously. If they have a brain here, and call the police, First, they have no proof, and second, the 'gang' would shoot them in the head, not giving a care. "Anyways, guys, this is silver... Silver?" the last part was directed at me. When I hum in response, she continues " Silver, what's your last name?" At this point, my shoulders tense. I can't lie to them. Even if I do, they're going to find out and things will go bad. I decide to take a deep breath and see if I can trust them with the truth. I won't tell them the whole truth—just the last name. I take a deep breath again and look at each of them separately. I smile for reassuring. "Tiara, Indie, Kay, I need you to trust me, okay. I'll tell you my last name, you have to keep it a secret, and I'll tell you my plan. Just... Promise me you won't freak out, okay? They all give me confused and already freaked-out looks, but I continue anyway, "I'm Silver... Silver Farvale". #### 1329 words #### Forgiving is the best revenge. But sometimes, pure torture is enough.  – Silver Farvale