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These conversations make me feel that this closet is haunted. Haunted? Olivia, wake up; they're just playing you.

At the same time, but slightly away from Olivia, a group of hot young men are talking about Olivia.

“Are you sure you can do that?” asked Jeremy

"Oh please, no girl can stand in front of me for a second," said Jackson, lifting a lock of his hair in a proud gesture.

"She looks strong; it's going to be a big challenge," William said.

"This is Gary's turn... Are you ready?" said Jackson, asking Gary

"I'm always ready," Gary said with a sinister smile.

Gary stood in front of Olivia Road, and when she turned right, he stood in front of her, and when she turned left, he stood in front of her too, and all the students looked on without interfering because they knew what was going to happen.

I found one of the big kids getting close to me, and it looks like he's looking for trouble. Oh my god, can't I just get through this hateful day? Here we go.

“Get out of my way, you sack of potatoes,” I said impatiently as I looked at him.

“What did you just say, loser?” Gary said angrily.

"Here we are," Jackson said with a laugh.

“You heard me, a loser,” I said boringly as I imitated him.

Gary got angry at Olivia's words and extended his hand to take Olivia's headphones and break them, but with a quick movement she removed his hand forcefully and grabbed his head and hit it hard on one of the cupboards, leaving traces of his head on the cupboard and some blood from his ear also on the cupboard...

"Oh my God," Jeremy said.

“That was great,” one of the boys said excitedly.

"Don't you dare do that again," I said as I positioned the headphones.

“Manager,” said one of the boys, and everyone ran away, leaving Jackson, Gary, William, Jeremy, and Olivia.

“To my office now,” the manager said angrily.

I and the group of idiots stumbled into the principal's office. I quickly caught a glimpse of someone. He's very sexy. He's like a moving flame. He has dark black hair, frighteningly sexy green eyes, a wheatish complexion, and provocatively prominent cheekbones. He's perfect, but alas, he's an unworthy villain.

Come on, Olivia, he's a bastard; don't give him any attention...

We were all sitting outside the principal's office because he was talking to the girl called Melissa, who specializes in student affairs and their problems and all those other things...they're looking at me with fiery looks.

A few minutes later we saw my brother and four others, which I think were the brothers of the idiots sitting next to me....

"Olivia, what happened?" Chris said worriedly.

“Nothing important,” I said without expression.

“Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson, please follow me,” said Professor Melissa, as she walked in front of us.

As we followed her, we saw the sexy bastard boy. I know I call him like this; I don't know what his name is, and also this name suits him, whoever he is.

"Come on, Chris, they're not worth it," I said, and we went after the gynecologist.

See what will happen in Professor Melissa's office?

We followed Mrs. Melissa into her own study room, and the other boys and their brothers sat outside on chairs, and we were the first to go in. I hate it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson, I am sure you all know why you are here,” Professor Melissa said with a smile, placing her hands on the desk.

"About this what happened?" Chris said as he looked at me, trying to figure out what had happened from my body language.

"Miss Michaelson hit a classmate, and she broke his nose," said Professor Melissa, looking at

Is there a reason for this meeting? I said it bored.

"Olivia, you hit a classmate on your first day. That's not good at all," said Professor Melissa.

"Good for me," I said disinterestedly.

"Olivia," Chris said.

"Miss Michaelson, I'm afraid I will have to hold you for three hours in the next two days," said Professor Melissa.

“Good, and you can also warn him that if he does this again, I can break something else for him.” I said, After standing up and putting my bag on my shoulder, I walked out of the room without looking at anyone.

"I'm really sorry, but Olivia has anger management issues, and we're working to fix this," Kris said.

"I expect that from you, Mr. Michaelson, or we will have to do something I wouldn't be happy to do," said Professor Melissa.

Chris walked out of the room to find Olivia and turned his head left and right in the hallway.

"If you're looking for her, I've gone to the playground," said a pretty girl with short black hair, brown eyes, and wheatish skin, and almost rolled her eyes at Chris.

"Thank you," Chris said, then went to the field and found Olivia sitting in the stands with headphones on, looking forward.

"Are you fine?" Chris said after sitting next to her.

“This place is disgusting,” I said disgustedly without removing my headphones.

"What happened?" Chris said after putting his hand on my shoulder.

“These teens here are psychos,” I said angrily.

"You want to talk about this?" Chris said it.

"No, I'm in custody now; I have to go," I said and went away until I got to a line, knocked a few ways, and walked in.

“Miss Michaelson, please take a seat,” said the professor, who will be sitting with us until the confinement is over.

I went and sat in a chair and put on my headphones and pulled a book out of my bag. It's one of the best kinds of horrors.

After a few minutes the boys came in with angry looks at me, as if they had never been held before. I think one day I will have to kill them all; believe me, I will do the world a favor.

“What a good start,” I said sarcastically and continued reading the book.

After the longest three hours of my life had passed, the detention was over, and I headed home, hoping from the bottom of my heart that they were out of the house.

I opened the door with my key and found the lights were off, and I guessed they were tired, and then I fell asleep, and then I crept very slowly until I reached the kitchen, and suddenly the lights came on, and I closed my eyes hoping it was a deranged killer and not my parents....

"Olivia Michaelson," said my father, sitting at the head of the dining table.

"Yeah," I said, looking him in the eyes, because my dad doesn't like when he talks to someone and he doesn't look him in the eyes.

"What happened at school today?" My father said it softly.

“Nothing,” I said, not caring.

“Why did you get detained today, Olivia?” My mom said,

"Oh my God, did you tell them?" I said angrily while looking at Chris.

"Olivia, I..." Chris said, but I interrupted him.

“I don’t want to hear any fucking words from you. I thought I could trust you, Chris.” I said angrily.

"Olivia Criss isn't the one who told me," Dad said softly.

"So now you put someone in school to watch me?" I said it with anger and sarcasm.

"Olivia..." Dad said, but I also interrupted him because I didn't want to hear more.

"Oh, you know what? Keep your words," I said angrily, shouting at them all, and headed to my room. 7

I went up to my room and locked the door with the key and changed my clothes into comfortable clothes and sat down a little, thinking about what I was so upset about with what my father and mother did, and I was also upset that I accused Chris of something like this.

I wanted to put those thoughts out of my head, so I sat at my own desk and studied a little until it was half past eight. I sat on the bed and continued reading the book until I fell asleep without feeling anything around me....

It's half past six now. I slowly get up, go to the toilet, take a warm bath, brush my teeth, then put on my favorite Chanel N°5 L'EAU perfume and let my hair hang down my back.

It's half past six now. I slowly get up, go to the toilet, take a warm bath, brush my teeth, then put on my favorite Chanel N°5 L'EAU perfume and let my hair hang down my back.