When the bell rung, I was the first one out. Mad patted me on the back and told me that everything will be fine as we marched with the crowd that was heading to one place. The Lunch Hall. I told him “yes everything will be fine with her face caved in by my fist”.

     When I stepped into the hall, my eyes gawked at the sections of food that looked appealing and smelled amazing and was gathered on several long stretch tables that went from one wall to the other. However, I was too busy rubbernecking to see this tall asshole stopped in front of me and so I ended up crashing face first into his back.

     He turned and grabbed me by the shoulders, digging his fingers into my skin, “Watch where you’re going, bitch.” He sneered, turning away from me.

Instantly that boiled my blood.

     “What the hell did you say?” I cracked my fingers.

Dressing the part wasn’t the only thing that’s known for on the first day. Acting tough was the second main part when it came to the first day.

     “I said watch where you’re going!” He turned back around and yelled.

     Without thinking, I threw a punch, aiming right for his face, thinking that I was going to hit him. However, he caught my first within his hands and squeezed tightly around my fist and I could’ve sworn I heard my bones shattering underneath his strength.

He smiled, “Think you’re a badass huh?”

     “Hell yeah, I do.” I grinned, “And I’ll wipe that smile right off your face.”

     I jumped, head-butting him in the nose. Blood gushed from his wide nostrils and that was it. Fist were thrown, tables flipped, Verses dodged out of the way, mash potatoes were splattered on my face and his and suddenly we found ourselves, who were beaten up from head to toe, inside the Guidance Office.

    “What is the matter with you too?” She raised her pointy masquerade glasses. Edina Sterling glared down at us with her thin pupils and her long tongue hissed.

     “You think it’s funny to fight on the first day? The first day!” She slammed her reptile skinned hands down, scraping her off white nails against the wooden desk.

     “Thunderbird, Ninety-One, I am very disappointed in you!” She seethed.

     “Wait your name is Thunderbird?” I nearly cackled.

     “Shut the hell up! Your name is a fucking number for shit's sake!” He snipped.

     “Quiet!” She roared and I swore I saw flames coming from her mouth but it was only just for a second.

     “Now. What should I do with the two of you? Send you to C0NTR0L?” She questioned and I groaned. C0NTR0L is one of the programs at an institute that monitors your behavior and forces you to check-in with your advisor four times out of the week. 

    Not only that, you have to attend a class plus your regular classes. There’s a teacher there that makes you write five hundred sentences of “I Will Not Disobey”. However, being the person that I am, I wrote I will not disobey myself. The teacher didn’t approve.

     “I think you should let us off with a warning card.” I spoke up.

     “You think that’ll be good enough?” She crossed her fingers together.

     “Yes. I mean, it’s the first day. Thunderbird here is a Brute” And when I say a Brute, I really mean it. No one else can fight against me without being something so extraordinaire in strength. “And I’m just some hot-tempered girl with a record of fighting, disobedience, and other stuff. I’m sure that if you’ll let us off, we will never cross paths. If we do, I’ll avoid him.” I promised.

    I said that then, and probably meant it but later within the first five days of The Last I would have fought this motherfucker at least eighteen times. One in which he broke my ribs but luckily, and I broke both of his legs. We were healed the next day. I was thankful that Jund brought Marilyn around when he did otherwise I would have never gone to The Last the next day.

     But that wasn’t all that went down during the first week. Other Verses decided to try and fight me and boy did I give them a fight that didn’t last any more than five minutes. It was then I heard the nicknames and titles fly around whenever I stepped foot into a corridor. I don’t know what those names were because I was more interested in something else.

There were rumors going around about the Pernal I had met.

     “Their name is Maybe.” I overheard a Smitten tell their cliché before my World Living Class, “And this is the first time they’ve been in an Institute and they are so…fucking…weird.”