The Story I Wrote Back in Highschool

Chapter 1

The next thing I knew we were in full rumble. She scratched me, so I scratched her too. Strands of my hair were being pulled, so I pulled chunks of her extensions. I had never been involved in a catfight before, but I never thought this would be such a stress relief, all the yelling and my anger being put on her, it was like the rage room. I know fighting and violence is wrong, but I hope I can be like this whenever I am stressed.

This girl that I am in a catfight with, is saying something, but I cannot hear her from all the yelling that was not even from us. When I looked around, dozens of teenagers surrounded us, saying something that could be fueling my adrenaline and anger toward this girl. Honestly, I did not know what went into this girl and started attacking me, but I am glad she did because I am getting stressed from this dream, I did not finish school so I could have a dream of going back to high school.

But wait, do dreams hurt when you get hurt?

I stopped pulling on this girl's hair, just because of that question. Do dreams hurt?

Dreams are just part of the brain, right? They won’t hurt.

“Move! Move!” A much older voice pulled me out of my trance.

Someone pulled me up, and the girl I’m in a catfight with was pulled away from me. The pain in my head was gone but my scalp still hurt.

“Are you okay?” I couldn’t answer, I don’t know why but I can’t get over the fact that my dream hurts, or maybe this is a nightmare, but they also don’t hurt right? Dreams and nightmares are just the same, just positive and negative.

“I think she is in shock.” Somebody said. “I mean, who wouldn’t go in shock, when on their first day of school you get attacked by a crazy girl.” They added. Honestly, at this point, I can’t comprehend whether the person who is talking is a man or a woman, I’m so dizzy from the pain I accumulated, from my hair being pulled and thinking too much about whether this is a dream or reality.

And I am starting to think this is reality, which is a tally to my list that I am going crazy.

Someone shook me up and I blacked out.

3rd POV

After Zyanneth blacked out, the teachers who came to stop the fight yelled at Jessica; the girl who Zyanneth had a catfight with.

“You crazy girl.” A woman who’s older than most of the teachers in the hallway yelled. “You have done this so many times, attacking girls for no right reason!” The old woman's veins on the forehead almost popped from her anger towards the crazy girl.

“What is happening here?” A voice boomed throughout the hallway and saw a lying unconscious girl and another girl who had hair that look like a nest for birds. After she saw the face of the girls, he immediately went into beast mode. “Jessica!”

The girl named Jessica flinched.

“What have you done?!” The man is the principal of the school, and he was enraged when he saw the familiar face of his niece, Jessica.

And he knew by the looks of it, she was once again involved in the fight, most importantly the daughter of the major stakeholder of the school. He knew that if the fight won’t be resolved the school is done.

With her family so influential, he knew not only the school is done but it will also bring their family down.

“Sh-she kicked A-ace down, ri-right Ace?” Jessica looked and smiled like she is convincing the boy who Zyanneth kicked.

“No, she did not.” Though his head and back hurt like hell, he lied and wanted Jessica to get in trouble, she didn’t like the girl ever since he started to go to this school, and it is because she was the niece of the principal and would get away with anything.

“Why are you lying?! I clearly saw you flying and hit you back on the wall, we can check the cameras!” Jessica demanded, not wanting to get ridiculed.

“Shut up. I am tired of your s**t, always involving me in shits I’m not in.” that was an honest thought. He was tired of always getting involved with Jessica.

Ace walked away and immediately texted his friend to hack into the security cameras of the school and delete the hallway video where he got kicked by a girl.

Back into the hallway, Jessica is almost on the verge of tears and Zyanneth was nowhere in sight, she was brought to the infirmary to take care of the wounds she accumulated from Jessica's fake nails.

“Jessica, go to my office, and I will tell you what to do if you don’t want to disappoint your parents.” The principal said to his niece and lead the way.

A tear left Jessica’s eyes because she didn’t want her parents to be involved.

Zyanneth’s POV

‘What happened?’ My head is throbbing.

I guess dreams can hurt.

But when I opened my eyes...

“Where the f**k am I?” I whispered.

“You're in the infirmary.” A woman in a blue nurse uniform said. “Jessica beat you up.” so her name is Jessica, it is clear she is not wanted by her parents, just by listening to her name.

“Since you are awake now, let me do a secondary survey. Just to make sure you are okay.” She started her job and started to question me.

***

“You are all done. You won’t be able to be approached by Jessica for a while now, but remember what I said, stay away from Ace, Jessica like Ace, like crazy love... no more than that psychotic love. You know I won’t be surprised if one day, Jessica will kill a girl, just because of Ace.” This nurse seems to be the head of the gossip club, ever since she treated all she talked about is gossip, from the inside of the school to the outside lives of the students and the faculties.

And because of that, I knew that Jessica is the niece of the principal, and because of this she has the highest position in the school, even the teachers are afraid of her, other than her, there is also Ace, who is the son of the owner of one of the most successful, multi-billion cost company. Rumors also said that his father is a powerful mafia don, that’s why he is respected in school, and most of the kids are afraid of him, that's what the nurse told me, though I already knew him. Other than that, he is the guy that I kicked, I’m pretty sure of that, he is the only guy I talked to before the catfight.

The orientation is done, so I'm going to my classroom, and I am glad it is done. It is mostly packed with immature teenagers; based on my experience from earlier, I can think about how to wake up from this nightmare.

And I haven’t thought about anything because all I have done today was; have a catfight with someone, then pass out and sleep, then gossip with the nurse. It is just like any other day in my life, nothing productive is done.

Anyways, like I said I’m going to my classroom, but currently I’m going to the rooftop to think, a quiet place would help me think.

I opened the door, and the breeze instantly welcomed me. It felt relaxing after being inside a stuffy hallway, full of teenagers who looked at me in different ways.

To be honest, I felt so anxious and I’ve never felt this ever since I left high school. And high school is the place where your insecurity started to grow and it is where it ends, since in college you have no time to think about your appearance, it is a fact.

In high school, you can have fun and at the same time study, projects can be done with procrastination and cramming, while in college, you can also have fun and study but you can’t cram your assignments or it will affect your grade that determines on whether we can do the job or not.

And here I am, in a nightmare where I am back in high school, supposedly thinking about how to wake up in this double nightmare, but my ADHD a*s couldn’t think straight.

*SLAP

That was the sound of my cheeks and hands having contact by force, and it hurt. I have never experienced this before, I don’t usually remember any of my dreams, only fragments of them, but they usually don’t hurt like this.

What if this isn’t a dream? Am I being pranked?

I looked around to find a camera but there isn’t one, not even a goddamn surveillance camera.

At this point, I am so frustrated and want to hurt myself even more.

I pulled my hair, pinched, and smacked myself. I did everything that could make my body wake up from pain and nothing worked.

The only thing that comes through my mind is, if this is not a normal dream, what if this is a lucid dream, I can control myself, unlike any other dream. My ADHD a*s could never concentrate this much.

Lucid dreaming needs so much concentration and I am sure that I could never concentrate this much. So, we are gonna rule that out.

I continued to hurt myself, and somebody talked.

“You are crazy, are you?”