"So, you ready to go, Miss Ivanston?"

I wanted to scream and say "NO!" but what would happen if my mother would ever hear that?!! Would she think I'm crazy?!! Some daughter of a bitch?!! HAHA! NO WAY! Well, that is if she doesn't hear me talk that loud.

I wished to keep this all a secret. As far as being cute and shy, I'm also pretty sassy and violent at times if I be a brat to other people who were just trying to do their job that is just not done. EVER. AT ALL.

With a quiet sigh, I spoke out with my eyes closed, "Okay, okay. I'm coming," in a not so respective and rather annoyed or disgusted tone. At least I knew that crying wouldn't help it at the last second. My mom would then kick me out of her house. But I thought her house was made out of gingerbread like in the story of Hansel and Gretel where the wicked witch lives in this cute cottage made out of candy. I loved candy. And I blushed ever so commonly. So what if I told you all that my nickname was later Candy Ivanston?

Hmm. You are interested, my sweetie? Well. Fret not because I'll show the bullies how it's really done! I can. And I will. By killing them.

The taxi service was out of order so I had to walk with Dani. He was annoying yet he never changed his attitude like me. Life in Dreamland was better than life in Earth. I thought in a hushed tone that I'd be better off as a candy cloud. Moving homes and getting adopted by my mother was fine but school? Ugh. Not even a one star would be granted to this awful, horrible, terrible shitty place.

We were there in about five minutes and I was already getting tired from all that walking. I turned my head towards the building, shaking and shivering. What if there were bullies?!! Would everyone think I'm crazy?!! I let out a loud groan and whispered to myself.

"Well, hello school. Fuck my trash life."