Chapter Two: Gossiping
AN: Sorry about the wait, and sorry about the shortness. More to come soon.
Ebony Renee Wilkins was trouble with a capital T when provoked.
It was a couple days before school ended for summer recess, and Ebony had overheard her teacher talking evil to another woman about her mother. Aunt Dawn had told her that it was called gossiping, and gossiping was bad.
"Seriously Maria, I feel bad for poor little Ebony and Brianna having a mother like that. Both have two different last names, and they're American to boot! That tells us she definitely is a hussy!" Miss. Springs exclaimed, waving her hands about.
Ebony's brown eyes narrowed, as she glared at her teacher. Quietly, she stepped back into the classroom daring anyone to cross her path.
It just so happened someone did.
"Ebby, look at what I made! It's a duck," a nearby girl shouted cheerfully. She was holding a colored picture of a deformed blue duck.
Susan's grin faltered when she saw the look of anger etched on Ebony's face.
"Didya know that the Indians loved their bows and arrows?" Ebony asked, and her eyes sparkled as she thought of how nice it would be to bring weapons to show and tell.
Susan was confused but nodded anyway.
"Well, little Indians would be taken by their mommies and daddies to rivers and…" Ebony continued. "They were told to hunt. One day a little boy shot a duck, and it quacked. Blood poured from its side and the ducks hatchlings came out defor…"
"EBONY WILIKINS!" a female voice shouted.
Ebony turned from the crying Susan to the voice. It was a very mad Miss Springs.
She blinked up innocently.
"Ebony, please go sit down quietly next to your sister." the teacher directed calmly, although her eyes were flashing with anger.
Ebony obeyed, walking over to her sister who was watching the scene.
"What happened Ebb?" Bree asked, her sharp blue eyes settling over her sister's brooding expression. "You look like Uncle Peaches when you frown like that, you know!"
A smile settled onto Ebony's face. She loved her Uncle Angel; he always let them play weapons.
Ebony cupped her hand to her sister's ear, bending down to whisper. "I heard Miss. Springs gosspin' and she called Mommy a bad name!"
An expression of anger crossed Brianna's face.
How dare Miss. Springs call their Mum a bad name? Sure she wasn't like that chit Martha Stewart that Grandpa Giles thought about when he thought that Ebbs and her were asleep. Still, could Ms. Martha Stewart slay a demon, blindfolded with both hands tied behind her back? As far as she was concerned, her Mum was the best mum you could ever have.
"Revenge?" she questioned, setting down the red colored crayon that she held from before.
"Revenge!" Ebony agreed.
The two sisters exchanged a look, smirks on their faces.
Oh yes, Miss Springs would live to regret talking bad about their Mum.
TBC