The Black Panther

*CHAPTER:1*

I reached the school ten minutes before the actual timing. I waited outside the school for the first student to come. By the time it was 8:40 most of the school was full. The hallways were rushy, with students standing with their backs to the lockers, some listening to music wearing ear phones, some were with their girlfriends, which weren't even their real dates.

They were players, playing with girls' hearts and then cheating on them, breaking their heart in the process of their fun. I hated those guys. I won't particularly say that everything was guys' fault, some guys do such things because they had been through the same pain when some girl cheated on them. I hated to even think about it.

The group of the popular students was across from me. The badboys of our highschool haven't yet arrived. I didn't even know why they had the title of 'badboy' since they weren't players.

Bang!

Think of the devil and devil is there. Welcome the handsome badboys of our highschool, in other words 'go to hell freaking handsome devils'. I really hated the popular group of students specially the guys group other than the handsome devil group.

The badboys hadn't bullied me....yet. But the other popular guys, who are the wish of every single girl of our school, had bullied me multiple times, but thanks to God I always managed to get out of their grasp. They didn't hurt me physically but it was emotional abuse.

I opened my locker and kept my things inside. I sensed someone's stare boring holes in my back. I hated people's attention and what I hated more than that is people who peeked in my locker. 'cause I am a very mysterious girl' that's what they say. You might be thinking that I hate particularly everything, the list can go on and on. I wasn't like this at all but certain incidents had completely changed me.

I slammed my locker door, by mistake, catching everyone's attention. I really wanted to shout at them to mind their own freaking business. The popular group was glaring at me, well mostly Rosalind was glaring, while the badboys standing next to her were looking at me with amused smiles but Adrian Wayne, the most handsome boy of our school, had a smirk on his face.

Ugh! I mentally groaned. I had the strange urge to slap it of his face.

I roughly turned around and walked to my first class which was probably going to be with Mr. Marvin, our English Literature teacher. The bell rang half way to my class and I had to literally run. I didn't know who Mr.Marvin was and whether he was strict or not, I definitely did not want to take the chance.

I raced across the hall ways and reached the door to the class. I waited outside and composed my self. I looked at my watch and gaped at my stupid-ness, I was so lost in thinking about god-knows-what that I didn't even know that this was the warning bell.

I went into the class, luckily, the teacher hadn't yet arrived. I sat at the last seat. It's really quiet here and it gives me time to think about certain things.The class started to fill with the rest of the lazy students and then Mr.Marvin came in.

He greeted us and everyone greeted back except me. He was a slender man, his height looked like he was 5'10, he had black hair and black beady eyes with a pointed nose. He was a middle-aged man. He was handsome. Not my thought, the other girls probably thought that.

The way the looked at him made me think that they were unusually sick. I mean what did they see in him. I agree he was handsome but he looked quite strict. He told the class to take their seats in a soft voice. He might be a kind person after all.

'First impression is the last impression.'

The girls were probably trying to put in their kindness so that they could use it later to raise their pathetic grades.

The door opened and Adrian came in with a lost b***h named Rosalind. I meant it, she was literally following him like a lost puppy. I rolled my eyes though no one could see it. The only seats that were empty were the two seats at the last row, which means they were sitting with me.

I groaned in annoyance and slumped in my seat. The whole class stared at them like they were aliens from planet Mars. I can assume why. The way Mr.Marvin's face twisted into a scowl, his soft smile long gone.

"Where were you?" he asked them in a way that could possibly make someone cower in fear.

Adrian shrugged. It was surprising how he had the guts to do just that. It looked like Mr.Marvin was trying to hold his anger in. To be honest, it looked like he was going to explode like 'Bomb' in angry bird. But his face was an exact copy of 'Terence'.

Mr.Marvin scolded them for what looked like half the period. Adrian stood there without a care in the world. It was as if he wasn't even listening to Mr.Marvin. He looked like he was bored out of his mind and wanted it to get over as soon as possible.

When it looked like Mr.Marvin's criticizing was over, he told Adrian and Rosalind to sit in the seats next to me. Adrian walked towards the last row in such a laid-back way as if he owned the school. Rosalind trailed behind him aimlessly.

The class snickered at them while the other girls glared daggers at her. Adrian stopped infront of the row but before he could sit in the seat next to me Rosalind stopped him.

"Adrian, can I sit there?" Rosalind smiled sweetly at me making me sick at her fake sweetness.

"Silence!" Mr.Marvin demanded.

Adrian being the gentleman he was, let her sit next to me and sat in the seat next to her. She send me a harsh glare {When is glare known to be kind ;) }. It held a warning that said, 'Stay away from Adrian.'

I was sooo scared. Note the sarcasm.

My eyes around wandered the class and finally stopped on Adrian. He must've felt my stare because he glanced my way and smirked at me. Rosalind looked between us and kicked me under the table inflaming my hatred at her.

I looked at her, more like glared at her causing her to smirk. She knew she was getting on my nerves. I really wanted to kick her.

"Mr.Marvin, Sareena kicked me on my ankle," She screeched in a pained voice.

He looked at me and asked,"Ms.Roy, is it true that you kicked Ms.Smith?"

I shrugged and shook my head. I wasn't lying about it, although I would've preferred kicking her. I would've been truly and utterly proud of myself. How unfortunate.

"She's lying, Mr.Marvin," she teared up infront of the whole class.

'Hey girl!You are going to ruin your makeup,' I thought.

'But there's something known as waterproof make-up. i***t!' My conscience replied back.

"Ms.Roy apologize to Ms.Smith right now," he ordered in a stern voice.

I shook my head as a no.

"You have detention after school," Mr.Marvin declared.

Listening to those words of injustice caused my anger to flare up. I didn't nod, I didn't apologize instead I stood up, grabbed my things and walked to the door. Everyone was shocked at what I was doing. I, myself didn't think this through.

"Ms.Roy sit down on your seat right now," he raised his voice making me stop.

But it didn't last long. I was just adding suspense to this boring class. Since I didn't want to wait here any longer, I opened the door and left the class, slamming the door behind me.

'This is going to be my worst year ever. First day and I have detention. Wow what a progress?' I thought.

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The bell rang indicating the end of my Calculus class. And fortunately, it was lunch break so I had time to compose my fuming self. I walked out of the class, which was now empty because the students were to keen on going for lunch.

Why wouldn't they be, they had a large group of friends to tend to, unlike me. They wanted to spend times with their friends, because they just aren't me.

I opened my locker and put my books in and grabbed the one's I would need for the next classes. I adjusted my backpack and went out into the field.

The sun was shining brightly, making the grass glimmer under its dazzling rays. I sat under an old shady tree and sanitized my hands before eating my apple. I thought about my day and sighed. It was just not going according to my expectations.

What I hoped was that I would keep low this year and get it over with. But some people just didn't want it to happen. For example in English Literature class, I did nothing but Rosalind just wanted to create a scene and put a bad impression on Mr.Marvin.

It's not like I wanted him to like me. I mean, I wanted him to like him but not in that kind of way. Eww! Just for the record, I am not a gerontophile. Now Mr.Marvin's gonna hate me and I'm going to be on the top of his hit-list.

I heard footsteps coming my way. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as the thought passed my mind. Why would anyone come here when nobody's sitting here? Since I was sitting in a far off corner of the field, no-one was around me.

'Pfft!It's not like anyone's going to come here and talk to me.' I thought to myself.

I looked up as I saw someone's shadow towering over me. My jaw literally fell to the ground as I saw who it was. Robert was standing there with his friends supporting a smirk on his face. I looked around and saw that no-one else was around.

"Can I join your company?" He asked and sat down his friends followed suit.

We sat there in silence, me ignoring him and he probably thinking ways to bully me. If you hadn't guessed yet than let me introduce him. He is my all time bully. Not physically as I said before but emotionally.

"So, how's it going with you're dad?" he mocked me.

'Wrong move!'

'How dare he bring my dad into this!'

I literally wanted to rip his head off his body. The whole school knew about my dad and they sure as hell know that it is a really sensitive topic for me.

"I know he must've been thankful that he died since he couldn't get rid of you," he said in a serious tone.

I clenched my hands into fists trying to control my bubbling anger.

'May be he's right,' my conscience said.

'May be he's not,' I mentally snapped at myself.

"He hated you, Sareena. He.Hated.You!" he said emphasizing each word.

He had a way to tell everyone what they didn't want to hear. The way he says things make you believe that its the truth. And it was working on me. How hard I tried I couldn't fight against my conscience.

I clenched my fist digging my nails in my skin. I took in a deep breath and loosened my grip again. He knew that he was getting on my nerves and he was enjoying it.

"Is it possible that Sareena killed her own father?" he asked his friend.

"It is," his friend replied to him playing along.

The words made my body go rigid. I clenched my fists again.

'He did not just say that,' my conscience said.

It just encouraged me to kill him. I raised my fist and threw it at his face. My fist made contact with his nose and a sickening crack was heard.

The boys jumped up in surprise and gaped at his bleeding, now broken nose.

"How dare you, b***h!" he seethed at me, clutching his bleeding nose.

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A/N:

Q:  What do you think about Sareena's reaction to Robert's humiliation?

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