Prologue
A/N This is my first try with a marauder story, and I'm going to need a lot of help! I do not play jokes on people, so if you think of any good ones, please tell me. Also, PLEASE REVIEW! I would really love some positive feedback for my hard work! If you find any Grammar problems, please tell me so I can fix them!
I am different. Not the weird goth kind of different, but just... different. Sometimes weird things happen around me, like glass exploding when I'm angry, or changing the weather when I'm feeling very strongly of something.
Even when the adults tell me it wasn't my fault, I know that they are wrong. I can still remember what happened that made me so sure. It was terrible.
I had just left my second-to-last class of the day on Friday, and was heading to my locker. It was hard to distinguish the difference of my locker from all the others, as they were all the same Grayish-metallic color. I could see the end of the row, and knew I would be there soon.
My locker was the fourth down from the end. It was right next to a classroom, and right across from the stairs leading down to the first floor. The teacher of the class was the worst teacher in the school. His name was Jeremy Wolf. Not only was he very mean, he was also a pervert. He stared down girls' shirts, and touched people, both boys and girls, whenever he could,
I was not one of his targets, but my one friend was. Emily was his main target. She was very pretty, but didn't admit it, and she was extremely kind. Apparently, Mr. Wolf realized what she had, and was very set on having it.
Emily Jackson and I are the best of friends. I have her, and she has me. We were lucky enough to have lockers next to each other, so we barely left each others side. Neither of us minded though.
We were both coming from Language Arts, and we were both going to Math. With Mr. Wolf. I know it happens every day, but I still felt queasy walking into his classroom. Nothing good ever happens in his classroom.
As we entered the room, and took are seats, as usual. I knew that if I left Emily alone with Mr. Wolf, then he would try to keep her after class, and do unthinkable things. It was just my luck that we had to pair up with someone not at our table, and we couldn't sit near each other.
I might make it sound like we are both weak and cowardly, because we need each other, but we weren't. I only trusted Emily, and she only trusted me. By sticking together, we could trust each other to have our backs, and not leave to be with other friends when we need them the most.
Today's class took forever, and I couldn't wait for the day to be over, and just go home and sleep. I knew that it wouldn't be that easy when I saw Mr. Wolf walk towards Emily ad whisper in her ear. I couldn't hear what he said, but I saw Emily's face get pale. She wasn't exactly naive, but in 5th grade, she didn't think much would happen.
After an eternity, the bell finally rang, and the students scrambled up to leave. I dawdled as much as I could while Emily went to stand at Mr. Wolf's desk. After a few minutes of me standing at the door, he finally spoke.
"Jake, you may leave now. I have some private business to attend with Emily." That didn't sound good, but I had no choice but to listen. Stepping out of the room, I only saw a few stragglers in the halls. I guess I missed the bus, I thought. I'll just get a ride home or something.
Inside the classroom, I could hear voices talking. I wasn't sure what was said, but after about five minutes, the talking got louder, and I could distinctly hear Emily yelling something that sounded like "No!", and then all sound was cut off. I was a bit curious as to what was going on, so I cracked open the door to look inside.
He was kissing her. Full-on french kissing. I could see her trying to push him back, but he was so much stronger than her. I became so enraged, that all of the windows and lights in the room shattered, and shot glass everywhere.
Mr. Wolf broke the kiss in surprise, and spun around. His eyes widened, and he dropped to the ground in a dead faint. Emily was still sitting on the desk Mr. Wolf had pushed her up against, and she looked shocked.
I ran over to her, and lifted her face to look into mine. I could see tears running down her cheeks, and silently brushed them away. "Are you alright?" I whispered, and the only response was a slight nod of her head. Finally looking around, I noticed that their was a lot of glass on the ground, and the windows were broken.
Huh, I thought. I wonder how that happened.
After the incident, Emily got transferred out of Mr. Wolf's class. We had found our principal walking outside when we got downstairs, and had immediately asked for his help. All he needed was Emily's side of the story, and he immediately went up to Mr. Wolf's classroom. The glass was still all over the floor, but Mr. Wolf had picked himself up, and sat down at his desk.
The principal, Mr. Rivera, had asked him if they kissed, but he refused. I think that Mr. Rivera knew that he was lying, but didn't say anything. When we got to school, Mr. Rivera was waiting for Emily with a new schedule.
Neither of us forgot what happened, but we both tried to move on. At least Mr. Wolf wasn't in the same room as Emily ever again.
A/N PLEASE REVIEW! I would love your feedback on my story!
