Second Chance's and the blank period's truth
A girl scratched at the paper in an attempt to get the pen to work. Finally she gave up and put the pen down. Reaching down she began to sift through her bags many layers of trash to find a working pen. After what seemed like an age she finally found a pen and sat up in order to get on with her work. Only as she sat up she found herself starring into the furious eyes of her science teacher.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "This isn't your living room."
One of her classmates sniggered. The girl lowered her head and looked at the table in front of her with a look of resignation. She had come to believe what everyone had told her. That she was useless, a waste of space, not fit to walk this planet. The girl was relatively short and clumsy. With short, bobbed, mouse brown hair and matching brown eyes, one couldn't call her pretty either. Her features, with age could be called beautiful but at present simply looked out of place on the girls small face and figure. She didn't have a talent for any lessons either. She did, however, possess a rare kindness, an ability to put other in front of herself. But children are cruel creatures and instead of seeing her kindness they only saw her weakness. Tormented by bully's in class and barely glanced at save for when she was being told off, the girl was in a constant state of misery.
She got no happiness from home. Her mother a high up, style conscious and a woman constantly dieting, socialite, charity planners saw more of her mother then the girl did. Her father saw her even less. A ruthless businessman, her father did anything for money. He had married her mother for her business connections and used every link he had. And to top it all off they weren't even her real parents. Adopted to improve their reputations she lived in world who cared not a single thing about her. How she felt, what pained her, and you might wonder why she didn't just end it then. In truth, she wasn't sure herself anymore.
Her name was Breeze Trinity. She was 14. Then her life changed. A fire brought a whole new world to her. It was during her science class.
The teacher had continued to berate her. All around her students snickered and commented on her. All of them failed to notice the rising temperature until smoke began to fill the classroom. A scream interrupted the teachers rant. Looking up she realised that smoke had come to cover the entire ceiling. She rushed to the door and tried to force it open. She grabbed the fire hatchet she kept in her draw and attempted to bust the door down. Hit after hit the teacher tried to break down the door. Each time she failed. The door refused to buckle.
The room was now so hot it was painful to touch the floor. Smoke made breathing next to impossible to breathe. Breeze in her moment of near death noticed something. A small crack appeared in the window. Big enough for smoke to escape but not as such it could be noticed. She half dragged half willed herself over to the hatchet and began to hit the window. Over and over with every piece of energy and will in her body when suddenly the window smashed. Out her head went and she screamed. The smoke billowing out of the window and Breezes screams were enough to alert the firemen of her classes location. Within minutes a huge canopy was laid out for her to jump onto. But instead of jumping she went back and helped others to get to safety. Once she felt that she had gotten everyone out Breeze stepped towards the window only to stop as she heard a faint moan. Even though her lungs were screaming for air and she could darkness creeping in on her she still went back. She pulled the body over to the window and shoved her out. Medics rushed over in swarm and hurriedly took the body into awaiting ambulances.
And with that final effort Breeze trinity collapsed. She gave into the creeping darkness and let it take a hold of her. As the last remnants of light began to seep out of her eyes, the door smashed open and the soot-ridden fire fighter finally found the last student.
They quickly threw her out the window into the awaiting arms of the nurses and medics. Once on the ground Breeze was quickly filled with thousands of needles and tubes. The medics tried desperately to keep her in the realm of the living but three hours after arriving in hospital she had slipped into a coma and was pronounced brain dead.
For the weeks to follow Breeze Trinity remained in the front of everyone's minds, named a martyr and hero she was the talk of thousands. A fire prevention and rescue trust was set up in her name. She was praised by the leaders of the world and was even named a saint by the pope. She also haunted the thoughts of those she saved, every day. Not once could any of those in that room could remember being kind to her. It took months of counselling by experts before they could operate in normal society but they new that Breeze Trinities dying face would be the thing the remembered for years to come.
Many would ask questions of her fate, they would ask why her father could dare to profit off her death. How could her mother appear on an indecent amount of talk shows. But one thing never varied. On that day fourteen year old Breeze Trinity died.
But the truth? The truth is never so simple.