(please pardon all the grammatical mistakes.)


    (this was originally planed as a comic on webtoon and the first 5 episodes are there under the name hungry for violence)


    (you can also find this story on wattpad and webnovel)


    Today takes forever to end. All the clocks seem broken. Their hands barely move. I mean most of them are really old so I wouldn''t be surprised. They hang over the chalk boards that are around the same age.


    It isn''t even Friday. I sit in the last class of today, my hand holding my head, fingers drumming on the desk. The history teacher says everything in a bored tone. Short and wrinkled I don''t know why she''s not retired.


    The desk is wooden making the drumming louder then id like. My friend, Zoya sits next to me. Looking out the window her eyes remind me of the sky. She doesn''t seem to be paying attention. Neither am I.


    I''m feeling very agitated lately. Which is wierd. Why amIagitated? Everything is fine. Great even. I have good grades, I''m the captain of the basketball team, part of the student council, I''ve got friends... All the reasons to be happy.


    And yet... all I can think about is... how much I want to rip someone''s heart out. The way the blood would feel on my hands. The flesh of it touching my own. Agitated isn''t the right word to describe it.


    The bell rings, signaling the end of class and interrupting my thoughts. I stand up and pack my thing, slinging my bag over a shoulder.


    The school cafeteria probably doesn''t have anything good. Never mind. I''ll just eat my lunch and then I can go home- but I cant, I realise. I''ve got basketball practice after school.


    There is a long line before the lunch hall.


    "Hey Lenna over here!"


    Zoya calls me over. She is standing a bit up ahead with Bridget and Daria, my other friends. The teacher doesn''t notice when I cut the line.


    "Did you hear what Emmanuil did during break?"


    They start to gossip about him. Usually I have a lot to say. Today I''m not feeling it.


    "Lenna are you feeling okay?"


    I don''t like it when Daria asks me things like that. I nod.


    "Yeah. Why wouldn''t I be"


    Lunch was bad. I ate some but left most on the plate. Zoya continued to talk about what happened it was becoming a bit boring.


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    After eating my lunch as fast as possible I go to the bathroom to change. The basketball dress is yellow with the blue digit 6 printed on it.


    I make my way to the basketball court. It is in a separate building from the school.The February weather is dreadfully cold. Clouds cover all the blue in the sky. Its not like I''m not used to it though.


    As I enter the sent of sweat hits me. The walls and floor are different shades of the same brown. The lines on the ground of the court are barely visible.


    There is some space around the basketball court for people to watch, but during matches its often not enough. I tie my hair up into a pony tail so it wont get in the way and get ready to play.


    We start with the warm up. Daria is overdoing it. Again. Zoya is talking to some other teamates. Bridget is putting effort into it. She''s doing it incorrectly though. I don''t correct her.


    Coach divides us into 2 teams to play against each other. And then she leaves claiming to have important matters to attend to.


    Bridgit has the ball. She''s the least physically fit of the team which is why she mostly seated on the bench during matches. Her limbs are long and thin. So is her torso. She probably only joined because our friend group all plays. She''s good in strategy.


    I try to take the ball from her. She raises it above her head ready to through it. I shove my elbow into her stomach.


    She falls back onto the ground. We look at her for a while. Bridgit has never been one to show her emotions. Her dark blue eyes look back at me.


    I''m not sure what I should do. I didn''tintendfor her to fall. Besides I didn''t even shove herthat hard.She probably had poor balance. Yeah that''s most likely. I tisk and roll my eyes.


    "Hey Lenna, you should apologize"


    I don''t need to turn around to know who that is. Daria, my co-captain has a tendency to order people around.


    She''s probably standing there with a look of self importance on her face. Looking like a princess washed of most colour. Except her bright turquoise eyes. Her porcelain clear skin matches her miss perfect attitude.


    "Its nothing she''ll be fine" I snap back at her not bothering to look at her. Daria is over reacting again. Getting herself into things that don''t concern her.


    "Its not nothing! You pushed her now apologize"


    She really cant let it go. Who is she to boss me around?


    I feel the anger bubble in me. I do stupid things when angry. Maybe I am being unreasonable. Its one dumb word. Pushing through my pride I say it.


    "Sorry"


    I say in a raised voice turning my head to look at Daria. There is no look of self-importance on her face. It''s worry. Why is she worried? Does she seriously think Bridget is hurt?


    "Lenna... you''ve been distant lately. What''s wrong?"


    Soft and caring is her voice. I don''t like it when people talk to me like that.


    "Nothing I feel fine"


    I am fine. Why wouldn''t I be?


    "I just feel concerned that-"


    "I don''t need your concern"


    I turn to leave.


    "I''m going home"


    I announce walking out. Basketball practice hasn''t ended but no one comes to stop me.


    I sigh entering the locker room. There is a mirror with my reflection in it. My eyes seem to be purple. They''re usually midnight blue.


    Shrugging it off as just the light I start to get dressed. I wrap my trench coat around me. It used to be my aunt''s and is a bit shorter. I should probably go grocery shopping. Mom either forgets or doesn''t have time.


    [Thank you for reading the first chapter.


    It''s quite short but the next ones are longer.


    I know the writing quality isn''t the greatest but the whole point of this story is to improve


    so I am open to constructive criticism.


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