To Aim at a Hawk
White walls with educational posters that are supposed to be cute and funny. Six by five rows of desks, and each one exactly the same. The gray tile floor with small scratches on the tile for a supposedly pretty effect, and a big desk at the left hand corner across from the door and beside the chalkboard. A closet stood at the back of the classroom filled with more educational stuff that no one except teachers cared for.
I sat beside a young man by the name of Marcus LeBeau, but everyone knew him because of his cousin Remy. Marcus had green eyes, and longish brown hair that fell to his shoulders. He had fair skin, and nice tint to his emerald eyes.
I watched the round clock on top of the wall, and waited for it to say 1;58 p.m. so the bell would ring and I could go to Track practice. I looked over to the other side of the room at Clint Barton. His blonde hair fell almost right over his deep blue eyes. His strong arms laid by his sides as he talked to a girl by the name of Ryley.
Ryley knew I liked Clint Barton, and she knew I was too stubborn to do a thing about it. I almost wanted to hate him just because I liked him so much, but that would be beside the point. Just the way his blue eyes sparkled when he smiled… I love his eyes, his hair, his skin, and his cute little nos- Aimee! SHUT UP!
I shook my head out of my daze to see Clint staring at me, and I met his gaze for a moment until the bell rung loudly. I instinctively grabbed my backpack instead of jumping like Clint did. My backpack seemed to fly and attach to my back as I walked out of the classroom. Out of the corner of my eye Clint rushed out looking for me, but I was as usual, too quick for him.
I glided through the halls siftly passing and not bumping into anyone, or talking for that matter. I didn't like talking to people in the hallway, because it caused traffic, and it gave me a chance of being late to class which I hadn't ever done. I passed the blur of people to the very end of the hall to the huge black double doors.
I walked out the double doors into the cool spring air, and it smelled fresh and sweet. The wind blew my hair back and I felt the windy day swirl around me. I continued walking towards the field house where all the dressing rooms and equipment were located. I walked in to see Mariah Doom putting on her track shoes. She smiled up at me, and ran past me to the track. I walked in to the girl's dressing room and tried to ignore the smell of burnt hair for the preps who had to look good at all times.
I made my way to the back where my locker was located and grabbed the metal lock in my hand. The lock was black and a pretty purple. I put in my combination "23-13-07" The lock clicked open and I took it off. I swung open my locker to find a water balloon shoot out at me. It hit me in the face and I braced myself as I got covered in water. I saw a note in my locker, along with none of my clothes.
I spun around covered in water and I didn't need the note to know who took my clothes, and planted the water balloon. I screamed out in a rage "BARTON!" I ran out of the locker room soaking wet and the coaches ignored me, as I walked past them to the boys stretching, I glared as I saw Clint stretching and he saw me at the same moment and started laughing.
"Wow Aimee, nice look. Fall in the fountain, again?" Clint said laughing. He was referring to the previous time he had pushed me in the fountain and made it look like an accident. I was soaking and I had to get new clothes from the nurse, and I was stuck in a tie dye shirt, and men's jeans. I was embarrassed for the rest of the day, and when I went to practice Clint had somehow got my clothes on top of one of the field goals.
"Think this is funny, Barton?" I said in a very calm voice. I was way too mad to just walk away. He had pissed me off for the last time, and I was gonna make sure he never did it again.
He moved his head around as if stretching his neck and said "Uhhhh N-Yeah. I though it was hilarious actually." He said in a matter-of-fact voice. He was pushing me to be angry. He wanted me to get mad, so he could have all his friend laugh when I laugh. They weren't gonna be laughing at me this time.
"You're going to say your sorry and then give me clothes or I will be forced to take serious action." I hissed at him. In unison him and his friends went "Oooooooo…" He laughed in my face and said "I don't think so." I warned him, and his friends are witnesses.
My fist jumped up and flew straight into his nose, and he fell backwards. I tackled him and punched him as hard and fast as I could. There was so much noise around me, and I heard a whistle blowing furiously. I felt two sets of arms wrap around me and pull me off of him. He was knocked unconscious on the ground, and his nose was very bloody, so I broke it. Good.
I was dragged a few feet away from him, and a couple of the coaches were kneeling beside him with a first aid kit. Coach Howlett came over and grabbed my arm "You know I'm gonna have to write you up, right?" I nodded, but with a grin across my face. I was perfectly fine with being written up and stuck in detention, because it was completely worth it.
