A/N: So this is my first fanfiction posted on this site. I'm open to any reviews. Read, and enjoy!
Jump City, in the beginning of summer. The glaring sun beat down on the peaceful city, the air lightly stirred by warm breezes. As if to defy the perfect weather, Jump City High School went on, coming to a close on the last day of the school year.
Despite, or perhaps because of, the fact that the students would be leaving for the next few months, a certain blond girl was performing her routine act. During the 8th period study hall, 2:25 pm sharp when the teacher left early, she began as she had each time.
"What a bitch."
The remark stung Julia's back like a wasp, causing her to clench her jaw for a moment, then release it. Hearing muffled sniggers from behind her back, she bent her head over her book and attempted to ignore the noise.
It's the last day, she told herself with forced patience. You can deal with this for one more day. Then summer will come, and-
"She thinks she's all that," the snobby girl continued, casting a contemptuous glance over at the Asian girl. "I mean, look at her. Acting as if she's better than the rest of us."
Julia closed her eyes and tried to block it all out. She could practically see her enemy, standing in the middle of a circle of admirers, flicking her blond hair over her shoulder with practiced ease. This taunting had happened almost every day for half the school year, ever since Julia had lost her temper and told the blond exactly what she thought about her attitude.
Keep calm, the Asian girl repeated to herself. Don't think about the fact that she's all but ruled the school with an iron fist, her father's money, and a container of hair gel. After today, you won't have to worry about her harassing other students, or pushing others around to get her way.
Outside the large glass windows of the classroom, the wind picked up, rustling the tops of the trees and grass in shimmering swells. The rich green grass rippled like waves in an ocean, the grass stems bending to reveal their glossy sides.
"You know, for someone who's in so many smart classes, she clearly doesn't have the brains to pick up friends," the snobby blond went on obnoxiously. "You'd think that she wasn't capable to make friends. Or maybe everyone just hates her." This time, there was louder laughter.
"At least I would earn friends, not buy them."
The room fell silent as Julia's voice whipped through the empty space. As soon as she'd spoken, however, the girl instantly wished she hadn't. Her words were as good as a challenge for an all-out brawl. But as soon as she wished that she hadn't spoken, Julia's anger surged again. She had the right to talk back to the blond, to resist backing down. It was only a result of the snob's influence on the student body that gave the impression that no one was to fight her. Taking a deep breath, Julia faced the inevitable conflict that was to come.
The wind outside blew harder, snatching green leaves from the trees and racing away with them. Flower petals were claimed from their flowers, the clouds of multicolored swirls spinning upwards in tight spirals, then falling back down the ground again.
Unaware of this, the blond girl stiffened at her opponent's remark. Turning around slowly, she faced Julia coldly, heavily-lined eyes meeting the other girl's bare violet ones.
"Who asked you, freak?" the blond snapped, perfectly made-up eyes narrowing.
In response, Julia glared back.
"Unlike the rest of the student body, I don't need to submit to your rules. Unlike everyone else, I don't obey your every need or surrender whenever you look down your fake nose at me."
The wind rattled the glass windows loudly, but nobody seemed to notice. All eyes were fixed on the two teen girls as the sky outside darkened to a heavy gray.
At Julia's comment on her false nose, the blond girl gave a sharp gasp, one hand automatically flying to her nose – a sore spot for her (metaphorically). Jumping to her feet, she lifted her chin challengingly.
"Oh, so you're going to stand against me? You and what army?"
It was at that moment that Julia abruptly realized that no one stood behind her. Half the room was currently standing with the blond girl, with the other half of the students watching avidly from the sidelines. She was alone in her fight.
With a giant clap of thunder, there was suddenly the sound of pounding on the roof and sides of the school, as hail as large as fists began to fall from the dark storm clouds. The windows shook alarmingly, the glass shaken against their frames as if alive.
Heedless of the commotion outside, Julia rose to her feet, standing as tall as her petite frame would allow her. She was far past the point where she could've left the room. At this point, if she did, the action would've made her look as if she had given up.
"I'm starting to think that I don't need my own army to back myself up," the girl retorted icily. "Unlike you, who needs to have twenty people behind your back before you can say anything that's vicious."
The blond's eyes were narrowed to slits. There was a tense, strained feeling in the air around them, sharp and taut like a bowstring pulled to its limits. All the students were paying attention by now, waiting for each retort to be delivered.
"At least I belong here," the blond snapped. "Go back to your own country, Asian bitch. Or don't you have any family left there?"
With a deafening crash, gusts of wind punched through the glass windows, sending shards of glass everywhere. The students, including the blond girl, screamed and ducked under desks and behind tables, frantically avoiding the pieces of glass. Most of them sported cuts as they cowered on the ground, hiding.
Everyone except Julia.
The Asian girl stood in the middle of the room, fists clenched and eyes blazing. She had not moved as the window had been broken, even as shards had pierced her skin. Long black hair mussed and clothes rumpled from the wind, she seemed to be in a state of shock. For a moment, her body wavered, her knees buckled, and she sank onto the glass-laden floor.
Before she hit the ground, however, a huge black hand of power suddenly reached down from above and enveloped Julia completely. It withdrew back into the ceiling, then disappeared.
A/N: This actually a rewritten version. Well, this and chapter 2. I was never satisfied with the first few chapters of the story, so I went and rewrote the first two chapters. Hopefully they're better than the originals.