The tall curly haired man watches the girl from the side line his coat collar pulled up around his neck to shield him from the wind and rain. His flatmate said he did this to 'look cool', but the man was to smart to worry about looking good. He deducted the girl was young about 16 however she could be younger. She was small for her age, but instead of moaning she used it to her advantage, just like now as she dodged punches from the overweight man who had obvious difficulties keeping up with his victim. There was something about the girl she was smart, he thought, not as smart as him at his age, but smart enough to get noticed and unwanted attention. And smart enought to have been sort out by his enemy. She needed protection and tutoring, and that's just what he would give her.
I duck as the man's fat fist swerves at my head. He misses. I stay low swaying to the side as his right hook attacks thin air. My fist connects with his abdomen. He kneels over in pain, his head beaded with sweat. I circle round to his back, both arms in the air I drop them down using gravity to my advantage. His back cracks as he finds himself on the floor. Two swift kicks to the head and he's out cold. The men surrounding us stop cheering. After all you were expected to loose. I flick my coat and turn the collar up against the wind, the rain runs down my face. I turn and leave the vultures as they run in to aid their fallen pack member.
"Cara get the hell up." My head pounds as my mother yells up the stairs. Turns out some of them late night punches did connect. Memories piece together as I remember the past six hours of 'sleep' I hadn't gotten. I looked like hell; black bags under my eyes, pale as Satan himself. As I stepped out of bed my coat shuffled under me. Shit. I was fully dressed in black jeans and jumper and my long duffel coat that ran down past my knees and had a collar that hid my face from view. The stairs creaked. Double shit. "Dont make me come in their young lady." I ran to my wardrobe pulling off my coat and jumper while attaching myself to a green lace tank top and hoodie; my mum burst through the door not paying any attention to my personal privacy. "Cara" she crys in horror. Oh no not like this cruel world. "what have I told you about wearing your shoes in the house" I look down in relief Seeing my black biker boot. Thank god all mighty. "Get them off now and get out of my sight" she wimpered, her cream carpets ruined by a mass of brown smudges. I leave the house quickly, not wanting anymore family confrontations.
I head for school using the bus. I loath public transport with all its people and noise. But I'm to young to drive, at only 14 many would call me one of the smartest people they know and often believe me to be much older then I am. My class mates are not impressed with my imperial intellect and often judge me on the way I talk or act around them, jeering at me and taunting me. Pricks. I hate them all. When I arive at school I go to the bathroom to relieve my boredom. Taking out my pen knife I make a incision just above a faint white scar and wait as the gooey red leaves me. I clean up and head for my form room my tutor greets with the normal 'hello, how are you' I nod my hello but never answer the question. Opening up means sharing emotions. I don't have any. Normally this behaviour of mine is tolerated and she goes about her daily buisness, unfortunately today everything changed. I hate change.
"Cara please come talk outside" she asked rather then told me. I ignored her setteling down at my seat. The room was almost empty only a few early male students were hanging around in a corner chatting. They had looked over when miss had asked for me to go outside. Noisey buggers. She came over kneeling next to me so her face was next to mine. "Please Cara. Outside." Her arm reached out to touch my shoulder. I flinched. She stood back desperate. Before leaving. I sighed remembering the blood, before overhearing the boys whispers. Apparently she planned to talk to me whether I wanted to or not. Shit.
A/N: Hope you like this new story, will be posting new stuff every Monday. Don't worry Elm 13 will be updated on Saturday as per normal-ish time.