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It all started with a carton of milk.
During the first month or so of kindergarden, at lunchtime. She had just received her plate of food from the nice lunch lady. A chicken sandwich, canned peaches, a small cookie, and a carton of chocolate milk. She held the plate carefully, shaking her long blonde hair off her shoulders so it wouldn't get into her food, and began to walk towards the table where her class was sitting.
A boy, handsome for his age, started to walk in her direction, having forgotten a spork for his peaches. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Their eyes met, and suddenly, her foot slipped.
They say to not cry over spilled milk, but as she lost her footing and went down, she bit her tongue in the process. As tears filled up in her blue eyes, her vision went blurry. She let go of the plate of food, accidentally tossing it at him as she fought to resume her balance. The peaches soaked into his white shirt and splattered into his handsome green eyes, the sandwich flying open, a piece of lettuce dangling from his tousled brown hair.
He snapped, losing control on his anger. He snatched up the nearest plate of food and tossed it at her, despite her shrill apology. It soaked into her tangled hair and stained her jeans, making it look like she wet her pants. Everyone was laughing but the girl and the boy. Their gazes met, infuriated and burning with hate.
The girl dashed forward and tackled him into a trash can. Eventually, they were pulled apart and sent to the principal, but not before she had given him a bloody nose and he had delivered a black bruise to her arm.
And thus the war of Lizzy Redmon and Harvey Amos began.
That was about sixteen years ago. By first grade, everyone, even the teachers, knew to keep these two seperate. Their hate for each other was inevitable. In second grade, Lizzy slid a live spider into his back pack; in third, Harvey locked her in the boys restroom. Fifth year saw them throwing mud at each other, which earned them both a weeks' suspension. Seventh, when she started first started to dye her hair its signature color, he compared her to a Smurf, a lollipop, a freak, so on and so forth. So she shoved three pieces of gum into her mouth and spat them into his chocolate brown hair, making him have to get a buzz cut.
Freshman year, he managed to get three classes with her. Two weeks later had the teachers literally begging Guidance office to change their schedules so they weren't together anymore.
Things seemed to settle down after that; with classes, anyways. They still had a burning hatred for each other, so bad that everytime Lizzy saw him, her lips automatically titled up into a sneer. He would snarl cruel words at her under his breath everytime he passed her in the halls. She would trip him, he would shove into her shoulder. It was pretty mild compared to things they could be doing to each other.
Lizzy had a terrible childhood. Her parents were killed in a car accident when she was three years old, orphaning her and her little sister, Sam. Since they had no other living relative, they were sent to live with their father's aunt, who was a cruel woman. She often lost control of her temper and would beat the girls until they were black and blue, for no reason at all.
When Lizzy was ten, the bitch finally died, so they were sent to live in an orphanage. But their Mother was no different, and was just as cruel, but they endured it, until Sam was raped by Mother's drunkard friend. That act, and their attempt to try and rape Lizzy as well, got them arrested and the attention of a wealthy man who lived on the outskirts of town, in the country. He came, he paid for the girls' doctor bills, and he took them in.
Naturally, they were wary of him, and Lizzy went so far as to threaten him. He chuckled, introduced himself as Simon, and simply stroked Sam's long blonde curls, asking if the angel was okay. She was, but she had just learned that she was unable to have children, so she was sad. Lizzy watched as the man's eyes filled with pain and he simply pressed Sam's head to his chest, holding her close. That was when she knew they had finally found a home.
That was seven years ago. She no longer gets beaten with a belt when she gets expelled for shoving Harvey into a gutter, just a loud chortle and no dessert for the night. Despite Amos' shit, she was finally happy, a soft smile on her face as she parked her truck into the student parking lot.
Senior year, she thought gleefully. One more year and she never had to see him again. One more year and Harvey Amos would be gone from her life for good.
She shook her colored locks off her shoulder, tightened the straps on her black backpack, and started to walk up the steps, pushing open the front doors. They collided with a steel toed boot, and her gaze slowly lifted to meet those cool green hues, a slow smirk forming on his lips as Harvey faced off with her.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." He said, his voice a sneer.
"Get out of my way, shitface." Lizzy hissed, squaring her shoulders and facing him down. Their bodies were only an inch or two apart, their gazes locked, a deep hatred, and something more, evident to everyone watching as they waited for his reaction.
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