I sat at my desk while Mr. Simmons babbled about what our next
assignment was going to be. How very exciting...not. I sat at the back
of the classroom pretending to take notes like a good student. Me? Good
student? Nah. My pink diary was opened to a new clean page I had just
started to fill.
To look at thy,
Is to see a caring soul,
A soul you could only have,
In this wretched world,
Full of pain and sorrow.
You are my love,
You are my hope,
You are my destiny,
You are the reason I live.
I took my pencil off the paper and looked over to Arnold. My eyes
softened while my heart fluttered, and that's just when I look at him.
Imagine how my heart feels when I bump into him in the hallways? My
mind comes back to me when I hear the bell ring. The class scattered to
the door in a hurry to escape school for the weekend.
I grabbed my book bag that was on the floor. I stuffed my homework and
a couple of books in my bag and headed off to find Phoebe. Phoebe is my
best friend at PS.118. Well, actually she's the only one I can call
'friend' in my class. I'm more of a bully, so most of the other kids do
their best to avoid me in any possible way.
I went onto the playground, where I found most of the other kids in my
class. For some reason they were huddled near the wall of the school. I
could hear a voice but I could make out what was being said. So, I
casually walked over to get a closer look. I spotted the person that
was talking. It was a girl! But, she was a girl I never saw at this
school before.
I saw Phoebe and I walked over to her and whispered, "Who's the girl?"
Phoebe stared at me with a confused look.
"I can't believe you don't know! She's a visitor in our class from
England. Her family might move here if she likes this school." I
mouthed out an 'oh' and I looked back at the new girl. There was
something about her I didn't like. It wasn't because of her popularity
or of her clothes or anything she had. There was some kind of thing
around her I just didn't like. It's more of an instinct. Sometimes you
can feel things like that and know instantly if you like the person or
not. It gives you a feeling inside that I can't explain but you know
that the person isn't nice inside and that it's just an act she's
putting on to fool the mentally blind who can't see past the barriers.
Gee, maybe I should stop watching horror shows on TV. I'm starting to
sound like a person that can feel bad aurors and good aurors in people.
Hmm, maybe I've got to watch more TV. Sometimes it's good to know these
things. It may help me right now.
She had ocean blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing a
royal blue shirt that looked like it had been iron a bit too many
times. Her short black skirt was down to her knees. She wore skin color
panty hose with black dress shoes that matched a bit too much for my
taste.
Then I looked over to Arnold and he was staring at her like she was
everything special in this world. Anger grew inside of me. First Lila,
now her! How can I stop this madness?
I listened to what she was saying. It was something about me that I
knew. I heard her making fun of me. She said something about the way I
dress, how I do things, and something I could not make out. How could
Phoebe listen to this?
A noise brought my attention to the buses behind me. Everyone was
gathering towards his or her buses in a hurry to get home. The new girl
started walking towards the bus, but then she stopped. I was in her
way. She waited for me to move, but I'm not going to move to the side
for that little rich brat can get to the bus. If she wants to get to
the bus then she better move around me.
"Would you move? I have riding lessons in 20 minutes and I can't have
an interruption like you make me miss my lessons," She spoke. Me? An
interruption? Mentally I laughed. A richy England girl speaks to me
like I'm just supposed to move so she doesn't have to walk around me.
Ha. Now, I'm actually wondering how come people actually hang around
her.
I smiled sweetly and spoke one word, "No." She frowned at me. Her blue
eyes glared at me with anger. Yet, I still smiled. Annoying people like
her brightens my day.
"Don't you know who I am? I am Riska Sanla of the Rose Sanla family,"
she yelled practically in my ear.
I smiled again, "I don't care." I spoke blandly. Now, this was fun.
Then within a matter of moments I was hit. Her fist came in contact
with my stomach. While I was trying to breathe I brought my fist to her
face. I hit her squarely in the jaw. She stumbled a lot. When I finally
could breathe I stood up. My fists were ready if she tried another blow
like that.
Then Arnold went over to Riska. He helped her get off the ground. Then
Riska glared at me and then she dropped to the ground and swung her
foot around. I easily jumped over her foot and sent my left foot to her
face. The face always hurts the most. Riska hit the ground hard. Then
when I was too giddy to even notice that her foot had come back around
again, she had already tripped me.
I fell on my back hard. My head hit the ground first. Not a good way to
fall. When I spun my head around all I saw was a blurry vision. When I
could see, I saw Arnold and Brainy helping her up. Then I saw a part of
her face had a cut and Riska was bleeding. I bet there'll be a nice big
blue bruise on her perfect brat face.
I got dirty glares from the rest of the kids from my class. Even Phoebe
gave me a mean look. Then they took Riska to the buses. No one even
helped me. The bus started to leave and I tried to stand up, but I fell
immediately to the ground. Then I tried to sit up. That I could do. My
head was pounding and I had a headache that seemed unbearable. I
reached my hand around to the back of my head. I felt something and I
brought my hand back. Dark red blood shown on my hand. I looked to the
place where I fell. There was a little pool of blood. My blood. I
started to feel raindrops from the sky. Then the rain started to pour.
I was helpless and bleeding and cold but there was no one around to
help me. Oh, crap.
I tried my best to stand again but fell again. So, I tried to crawl but
I was too weak. My vision was disappearing again. I was loosing too
much blood. Again, I was lying on the ground. I started to feel sleepy.
Then I closed my eyes, trying to save energy and I never noticed I
drifted off to sleep…
assignment was going to be. How very exciting...not. I sat at the back
of the classroom pretending to take notes like a good student. Me? Good
student? Nah. My pink diary was opened to a new clean page I had just
started to fill.
To look at thy,
Is to see a caring soul,
A soul you could only have,
In this wretched world,
Full of pain and sorrow.
You are my love,
You are my hope,
You are my destiny,
You are the reason I live.
I took my pencil off the paper and looked over to Arnold. My eyes
softened while my heart fluttered, and that's just when I look at him.
Imagine how my heart feels when I bump into him in the hallways? My
mind comes back to me when I hear the bell ring. The class scattered to
the door in a hurry to escape school for the weekend.
I grabbed my book bag that was on the floor. I stuffed my homework and
a couple of books in my bag and headed off to find Phoebe. Phoebe is my
best friend at PS.118. Well, actually she's the only one I can call
'friend' in my class. I'm more of a bully, so most of the other kids do
their best to avoid me in any possible way.
I went onto the playground, where I found most of the other kids in my
class. For some reason they were huddled near the wall of the school. I
could hear a voice but I could make out what was being said. So, I
casually walked over to get a closer look. I spotted the person that
was talking. It was a girl! But, she was a girl I never saw at this
school before.
I saw Phoebe and I walked over to her and whispered, "Who's the girl?"
Phoebe stared at me with a confused look.
"I can't believe you don't know! She's a visitor in our class from
England. Her family might move here if she likes this school." I
mouthed out an 'oh' and I looked back at the new girl. There was
something about her I didn't like. It wasn't because of her popularity
or of her clothes or anything she had. There was some kind of thing
around her I just didn't like. It's more of an instinct. Sometimes you
can feel things like that and know instantly if you like the person or
not. It gives you a feeling inside that I can't explain but you know
that the person isn't nice inside and that it's just an act she's
putting on to fool the mentally blind who can't see past the barriers.
Gee, maybe I should stop watching horror shows on TV. I'm starting to
sound like a person that can feel bad aurors and good aurors in people.
Hmm, maybe I've got to watch more TV. Sometimes it's good to know these
things. It may help me right now.
She had ocean blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing a
royal blue shirt that looked like it had been iron a bit too many
times. Her short black skirt was down to her knees. She wore skin color
panty hose with black dress shoes that matched a bit too much for my
taste.
Then I looked over to Arnold and he was staring at her like she was
everything special in this world. Anger grew inside of me. First Lila,
now her! How can I stop this madness?
I listened to what she was saying. It was something about me that I
knew. I heard her making fun of me. She said something about the way I
dress, how I do things, and something I could not make out. How could
Phoebe listen to this?
A noise brought my attention to the buses behind me. Everyone was
gathering towards his or her buses in a hurry to get home. The new girl
started walking towards the bus, but then she stopped. I was in her
way. She waited for me to move, but I'm not going to move to the side
for that little rich brat can get to the bus. If she wants to get to
the bus then she better move around me.
"Would you move? I have riding lessons in 20 minutes and I can't have
an interruption like you make me miss my lessons," She spoke. Me? An
interruption? Mentally I laughed. A richy England girl speaks to me
like I'm just supposed to move so she doesn't have to walk around me.
Ha. Now, I'm actually wondering how come people actually hang around
her.
I smiled sweetly and spoke one word, "No." She frowned at me. Her blue
eyes glared at me with anger. Yet, I still smiled. Annoying people like
her brightens my day.
"Don't you know who I am? I am Riska Sanla of the Rose Sanla family,"
she yelled practically in my ear.
I smiled again, "I don't care." I spoke blandly. Now, this was fun.
Then within a matter of moments I was hit. Her fist came in contact
with my stomach. While I was trying to breathe I brought my fist to her
face. I hit her squarely in the jaw. She stumbled a lot. When I finally
could breathe I stood up. My fists were ready if she tried another blow
like that.
Then Arnold went over to Riska. He helped her get off the ground. Then
Riska glared at me and then she dropped to the ground and swung her
foot around. I easily jumped over her foot and sent my left foot to her
face. The face always hurts the most. Riska hit the ground hard. Then
when I was too giddy to even notice that her foot had come back around
again, she had already tripped me.
I fell on my back hard. My head hit the ground first. Not a good way to
fall. When I spun my head around all I saw was a blurry vision. When I
could see, I saw Arnold and Brainy helping her up. Then I saw a part of
her face had a cut and Riska was bleeding. I bet there'll be a nice big
blue bruise on her perfect brat face.
I got dirty glares from the rest of the kids from my class. Even Phoebe
gave me a mean look. Then they took Riska to the buses. No one even
helped me. The bus started to leave and I tried to stand up, but I fell
immediately to the ground. Then I tried to sit up. That I could do. My
head was pounding and I had a headache that seemed unbearable. I
reached my hand around to the back of my head. I felt something and I
brought my hand back. Dark red blood shown on my hand. I looked to the
place where I fell. There was a little pool of blood. My blood. I
started to feel raindrops from the sky. Then the rain started to pour.
I was helpless and bleeding and cold but there was no one around to
help me. Oh, crap.
I tried my best to stand again but fell again. So, I tried to crawl but
I was too weak. My vision was disappearing again. I was loosing too
much blood. Again, I was lying on the ground. I started to feel sleepy.
Then I closed my eyes, trying to save energy and I never noticed I
drifted off to sleep…
