"Miss Roderick. Do you know why I asked you to stay after school?" The principal said as I leaned back in the chair and watched her fiddle with her fingers. Another day in school and another day in the principal's office. Great. Mom's going to be so happy. I thought to myself as I stood up, slung my bag messenger bag over my shoulder.
"For punching Kevin in the stomach and kicking him in the-" I said as the principal's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, that and the fact that this is the tenth time this month that you've gotten into a fight. You're a wonderful student, Vivian. But you've got to stay out of trouble." She said as I sighed "I also want you to know that you'll be getting a substitute teacher and I want you to behave." I rolled my eyes then left the office knowing I had another week's worth of detention. Wonderful. Simply marvelous. I quickly ducked into the girls bathroom to take a look at my eye. I dropped my bag next to the sink and looked in the mirror.
A girl with ebony colored hair and red highlights looked back at me, but what stuck out the most was her eyes. Red. Blood, ruby red. I hated it. And I liked it. I never wore contacts, strangely they were natural. And so were the highlights. I had no clue how I got them or why. Around my neck was a silver chain necklace with a charm on it, the funny part was that it looked just like Shadow the hedgehog's insignia. And as you might have noticed I said 'mom', I don't have a dad. Or at least, I never knew him. And frankly I don't care to, he left mom and me when I was a baby. He ran off and never came back. I don't want to see him, I could care less about what happened to him. The only connection to him was the necklace, mom said he gave it to me when I was born. I was going to throw it away until I saw it was similar to Shadow's symbol. So I kept it, not because I wanted something of my dad's. I don't need him, although my mom thinks I do because of all the fights. But I didn't start fights, I just …instigated them. But most of the time, it was because of a bully picking on somebody or me. And most of the time I won. I didn't gloat or boast but somehow, I'm the loner of the school.
"Great. Mom's going to flip. Annoying punks." I muttered as I looked at my bruised eye, it was a beautiful purple and my lip was a bright red, stained from my torn lip. Wonderful. I sighed then tried to find my makeup foundation, it was the only kind of make up I carried and only used it when I got black eyes or some other kind of tell-tale bruise. Once applied I left the bathroom and tried to avoid the throng of oncoming teenagers leaving school. I took the back entrance and was about to head for home when a cocky voice spoke up.
"So what'd you get? Detention? How about from now on you just carry the form yourself? Since you have it every other day." I clenched my fists as I turned around to Kevin Jason. He stood there, his blond hair a mess, lip swollen, one eye bruised and his arm in a sling. He still had the gall to bug me again.
"Oh? Then why don't you save the police some time and just send yourself to prison. Since you go there every other year." I said with a light smirk as he glared at me, I might have pushed it there but he deserved it.
"Watch it, Roderick. You might get suspended this time for messing with me." He said as he walked towards me, he was a good five inches taller than me, of course I couldn't care less about height.
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing." I said popping my knuckles as round two began…
An hour and a half later, I was walking out of the school again, but this time with my mom. And from the looks of it, she wasn't at all happy. Since I was kinda hoping I could forage her signature for the slip. It wasn't that I was trying to hide it from her, its just that she's always so busy taking care of us and I don't want to bother her with my stuff.
"I can't believe you, Vivian! Getting into a fight! I thought you knew better than that!" She said in a hushed voice, meaning that she was extremely mad and the only reason she wasn't yelling was because she didn't want to embarrass me or her.
"Sorry. I'll try not to do it again." I said keeping my head down as we slid into the car. She sighed as she sat in the car, her long blond hair cascading over her shoulders, I knew her sky blue eyes were fighting off tears. Making me feel horrible, I tried not to get into fights, but they always somehow find me. My mom and I were complete opposites, while she had blond hair and sweet personality, I had jet black hair and had a tendency to get upset easily. But we got along great. She's the best mother anyone could ask for, she's not perfect, but who is?
"I'm really sorry, mom. Honest. I know you had to get off work and I'm extremely sorry for that. The fault is mine." I said as my mom looked up and stared at me for a moment, then I knew she was thinking about my dad. Before she used to tell me that I was just like him, that is… until I begged her not to tell me anymore. I hated hearing that I was just like him, I never wanted to be anything close to him. He left his family, I'd never do that. Ever. I tried my best to not do anything that would remind her of him, most of the time I spent was playing Sonic the hedgehog video games. My personal favorite character? Shadow the hedgehog. He was almost my hero, I loved his stern, brave, silent personality. What ever trouble he faced, he could do it on his own, without any help. We pulled into the garage, we both were silent as we got out of the car and walked into the house. I had a chill in my spine as I entered the house, something wasn't right. I left my bag in the back hallway and quietly slipped down the hall towards the living room. Then I saw the reason why I was uncomfortable.
There was a man in the house. He had black hair and red highlights like mine, he was standing in front of my trophy cabinet. I balled up my fists, and took a breath. Making a quick dash across the room, I kicked my foot up in the air knocking the intruder to the floor. To my surprise he grabbed my ankle yanking me down, I twisted then kicked my free foot, hitting him directly in the face. He jumped to his feet all the while grabbing my arm, I clenched my teeth, twisting my arm I spun around and landed another kick then a punch to the stomach. I quickly did another spin kick sending him flat against the wall. I don't know how, but one second he was leaning against the wall then the next he had my wrist in his hand. We both had our hands clenched ready to punch the other when my mom walked in and gasped at me.
"Mom! Run! Get the police!" I shouted about to let my fist fly when she walked up to us, the intruder stared at her in surprise then looked at me and back at my mom.
"Christine?" He said staring at her, as she nodded.
"Sha- Shawn? Is that really you…it is you isn't it?" She said as they stared at each other, leaving me out of the loop. My palms were sweating as they just stared at each other, finally my mom looked at me.
"Shawn, could you release my daughter." She said as she began to laugh, that was something I hadn't heard in years. I missed her laugh so much. The intruder or rather Shawn looked me in shock then let go of my wrist, I yanked my arm close to me as he stared.
"Y-your daughter? This her? H-how? She's- she's grown." He said just staring at me as I glared back at him. I didn't like the way he stared at me or mom, he needed to leave. Now.
"After sixteen years people usually grow, Shawn." She chided him as he continued to stare at me, I crossed my arms and stared back.
"Sixteen years? But its only been-" He began to say when I decided to ask a question.
"How do you two know each other?" I asked wondering what the connection was, mom's face flushed as Shawn's head snapped toward her.
"You never told her about me?" He said accusingly as I moved away from him and over to my mom.
"No. I didn't. Vivian, this is a friend of your father's. We knew each other during my singing career." She said giving Shawn a meaningful glance, she was keeping something from me. But I couldn't think about that much, because the words ' friend of your father's' still rang in my head.
"You're a friend of my father?" I said skeptically as he stared at me then my mom.
"Yes… you could say that. I can't believe how much you've grown." He said again as I sighed in disgust, my mom lightly laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"She looks just like her father, and lately she's been acting like him too." She said her voice getting a touch bit sterner, Shawn looked at me with a curious look on his face. Then his face paled as he finally noticed my second black eye.
"What happened?" He asked as I rolled my eyes and sat myself on the couch.
"I got into one little fight-"
"And she's been in, how many this month? Ten?" She said as Shawn began to smirk then lightly chuckle.
"Well, it seems to me that she's been in more than one today." He said as mom frowned and my heart sank. How'd the heck could he tell?
"Vivian, what is he talking about?" She asked as she lightly touched my eye and her finger came off covered in foundation make-up.
"Vivian Maria Roderick!" I grimaced, it was never good when she used my full name. Ever. Shawn watched us bemused at the action.
"Mom, I can explain. See Kevin was picking on me and I wasn't about to-" I said as she glared at me impatiently, the decided to cut in.
"Vivian! You're never supposed to fight, if they hit you first then you may, but only then and an other thing-"
"Did you win?" Shawn asked braking my mom's sentence, Mom gave him a sharp glare as I lightly smirked.
"Duh." I said as mom's eyes narrowed.
"Don't you dare encourage this!" She said snapping at him as I bit back a snicker, Shawn rolled his eyes then looked at me again.
" How often?" He asked as I put my hands behind my head and watched for his reaction.
"All of them. Well, I lost once but that was because the kid I was defending was about to get hurt by the third kid and-"
"How many were you even fighting?" He asked sitting beside me, I was in shock. He actually wanted to hear it? My suspicions grew. I moved to the other side of the couch as far from him as possible.
"Hmm…about five or four. I don't remember, it was a few years back." I said as my mom gasped for breath at the news. And there went all that hiding for nothing.
"Vivian, I'm giving you to the count of ten to go to your room. You are grounded for the next month, start marching." My mom growled as I sighed and slowly got up
"1.2..3.4.5-"I made a mad dash for the stairs know if I wasn't upstairs then I would get worse than a grounding. Glancing back I saw Shawn watching me leave then I noticed something I hadn't seen before. He had red eyes, like mine.
Nooo! I have to stop writing more stories when I have more than I cna handle, but I just had to post it. I won't update till I get at least, one story down...unless I get persuaded by lots of reviews...(bangs head against table) Why! Ugh. Emerald Kisses by Kat the Echidna gave me the inspiration for this, but trust me this is nothing like hers. God...I can't believe I started this...It's yall's fault, you know. I keep wanting to write more stuff for my dear readers, its only because of you all that I even continued to write. So thanks for the support to continue...and now you've got me hooked...Thanks. ~God Bless!~