School day 1 First Half Oreo

I walked in on day one my bag pulling my body straight as my muscles stretched and my bones popped. I scanned over the people around me and thought about how amazing their blood would feel running over me; a shudder ran down my spine at the thought. Man, how amazing that would be! The porcelain walls shone in my eyes reflecting the brightness of the sun back on me. My ears rang but i kept putting my feet one in front of the other. I bumped into someone in the halls; the sheets i was carrying falling around us on the floor. The person apologised and started picking up the sheets. She was average height had endearing crystal blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. She wore a pair of ripped jeans, a yellow polo shirt and a leather jacket accompanied by a pair of green trainers. She scooped up all the papers and looked up at me, "Damn your hot."

Disgust washed over me in waves. She was pretty cute, wait what? No; liking the same gender is disgusting. I snatched my papers from the girl's hands and shoved past her to my class. The doors swung open as i banged into it as my shoes clicked against the floor tiles. I had English and the corridors were already empty as i strode through. I came into English class to see everyone already seated with only one empty desk that has nobody sat in the other seat. I let out a sigh of relief and sat in the seat until the same girl from the corridor barged in apologising loudly for being late as she sat in the seat beside me. I glared over at her as she settled in. She slowly turned to say hi to me but froze when she saw it was me, "What the fuck? You're that girl in the hall. Why did you look so disgusted with me?"

The class went on before i looked over and said, "You're a lesbian, that's why."

She looked appalled, "You're homophobic?"

I glanced back, "Yes."

"You just haven't met the right person. I'll introduce you to my friends."

I attempted to protest but she pulled me along anyway. She dragged me down the corridors until we came to the courtyard everyone was gathered there in the same uniform of black trousers, black polo shirts and a white zip up hoodie. The girl pulled me over to a group of men and women. One of the men sparked my interest he was tall with really dark skin and the uniform he wore was finely pressed but on his wrist i saw a bracelet. Oh she was trans. I turned my back on her until I heard her voice it was deep and gravely, "What's up with this one Blair?"

The girl responded, "She's homophobic Brian."

Brian nodded as a shorter girl with the same looks as Brian came over to me, "I'm Bonnie and you are?"

"None of your business tranny."

They both flinched and looked hurt but i didn't care. One of the taller men approached me and stared down at me. His skin was pale and he wore a one piece black dress; a femboy great. Why am i surrounded by such people? Ah well they'll be fun to kill later on. The girl who dragged me over looked at me before saying, "I'm Blair and these are some of my friends."

"I don't care."

"And why not?"

"Because you're all disgusting and shouldn't be allowed to live amongst normal people."

"And what is normal?"

"Not you."

"Why are you even here? This place is meant to break and reform our ideals and attractions. You sound like the people who sent us here so why are you here?"

"My family wants me to be LGBTQIA and a crook with them."

I could see the evident surprise on their faces as Blair asked, "What do you want to be then?"

I laughed the sound coming out cold, harsh and sharp, "I want to kill people. See the blood running down their bodies watch the life leaving their eyes. Oh and I don't want to be gay or accept those kind of people."

They all froze starring at me before Blair spoke, "So it's a fetish?"

I froze and my face flushed before i shouted, "It is not one of those!"

They all laughed and i felt embarrassed. How could they talk so openly of such sinful and sexual things?