Marcellines P.O.V.
I drew my right fist back and swung as hard as I could, throwing my weight into the mix, my knuckles made direct contact with that stupid bitchs left cheek. She let out a pained yelp as she dropped flat on her ass. She scrambled pathetically to try and get up, so I humored myself by allowing her to get to her feet. She was rather off balance as she tried to swing at me. I caught her fist and twisted her arm, making her yelp loudly. I giggled as I squeezed her fist tighter and pushed her arm as hard as I could into her shoulder, pushing her elbow inward keeping her arm straight with my other hand.
She screamed out in pain and a teacher burst through a door and begam to yell at us to break it up. I let the bitch go and she dropped down on her knees, and the male math teacher, Mr. Gene, ran to her, acting oh so very concerned for the poor little princess, and he told her very sweetly to go see the nurse. I have a busted lip, black eye and bloodied nose, and he turned to me and screeched for me to go to the principal immediately. That skank was just as messed up as me, no actually, I beat her ass, but I should have seen the nurse too! This is bullshit, but what's new in life? I let out an obnoxiously loud sigh as I sluggishly made my way down the hall, body aching now that my adrenaline high is dying, and entered the so very familiar scene of the principal office.
"Well well McMavis, what did you do this time? Oh wait, I can tell from your appearance, you got yourself into yet another physical altercation with a fellow student yes?" Miss Jones, the principal to this hell hole, stated in a very disgusted tone.
"Wow, you can tell you have a great school here Miss Jones, you know your students so fucking well," I spat out as I cocked my head to the side with a wide smile on my face.
"I've heard more than enough out of you Marcelline! You have one week of O.S.S! Now I want you out of my school right now!" She howeled like a rabid coyote.
"It would be my pleasure," I sang out as I swung her office door open loudly and strolled down the hall, swinging my pentagram necklace around. I took it off before I started to swing on that dumb chick. I kicked the front door to the school open, my heavy black combat boots slamming on the glass made a loud clunk, and I thought it shattered. Not like I would care or anything, but it didn't shatter. I started the long walk to the trailer that I call home. A wave of dispare washed over me as I thought about my home life situation, but I sucked it up and stored it to the back of my mind and I put on a happy face. A ice cold wind gushed through the air and it stung my face. I pulled the sleeves on the over sized, black and light blue Korn sweater I was wearing over my hands. I was wearing a hat black with a red mario mushrsome, it was Avery's, he gave it to me today for my 15th birthday, and black skinny jeans with torn out knees and some black and purple DC sneakers that are a few sizes too big on me.
I just let my mind wonder to my practice as I slowly made my way to the small trailer park just right outside of town, that just so happened to be on the opposite side of town that the highschool was on. But soon, my mind wondered back to the events that just went down at that school. That girl, I barely remember what her name is, just yanked my long wavy black hair back as I walked past her, on my way to the water fountain, and I just started to lay into her, swinging as hard and fast as I could. I gave a small giggle thinking about the pained cries she let out every time my fist made contact with her face. When I zoned back in, I noticed I was near the highway near my trailer park.
What a convenience that this miserable town I dwell in is so tiny, it takes no time to walk from one side of town to another. I was soon walking down the god awful, rugged, rocky driveway that leads to my trailer park. I swear, I have no idea how Avery gets his car up the driveway without destroying the tires every other month. Avery is my very best friend I suppose. He and Liam are some of the main reasons I have a place to call my home. Don't get me wrong, Gabby, the owner of the trailer and a roommate of mine is amazing and she loves me, she and I are good friends now, but if it had not been for Avery and Liam, she wouldn't have initial allowed me to stay there, she told me that herself.
I ended up living this way because about a year and a half ago, me parents had died in a car crash. Some meth head was coming down and falling asleep behind the wheel and swerved into them and they ended up going off into an eight foot deep ditch. They died on impact with the ground, and let's just say, their funeral was a closed coffin one. I was supposed to go to my father's younger brother, that was who they wanted me to go in their will, for what reason, I will never know. Perhaps it was their way of saying they never truly cared for me? Anyhow, my uncle was a major pillhead, and he didn't want me around, so he tossed me to the curb. I spent a few months being homeless. I occasionally stayed with Avery and Liam, they didn't know I didn't have anywhere else to go for a while, until Avery found me sleeping sleeping on a slide at the town park. That was a favored place to sleep, it was rather peaceful other than the occasional drug deals that happen around the third of the month, when the hill Billy welfare checks hit. I couldn't believe I forgot that it was the third, I usually slept in the abandoned sawmill on the outskirts of town on the third, to avoid Avery or Liam finding out I was homeless.
Once Avery finished his deal, he waited til his buyer drove off, then he rushed out of his silver Dodge Neon and rushed over to me, shaking me out of my sleep. He demanded I grab my black hello kitty suitcase and get in his car. It was then he brought me to Gabby's, where he stayed the night almost every night, and I ended up staying there for over a year now. I walked up the wobbly wooden front porch of our trailer, the second to last one in this four trailer trailer park, and took note that only Avery's car was outside. I went inside to be met by the pleasurable scent of weed.
"Marci, you're home early, Avery stated without completely looking up from the T.V that he was currently playing Skyrim on.
I had my hair covering my right eyes, which was bruised black as I flopped down on the pile of couch cusions that he ha making a sitting area big enough to fit the two of us comfortably.
"I got O.S.S for one week," I replied in a bored tone.
This snagged his attention enough for him to pause his game, and he rarely does that for anything. He looked up to me and gave me a sad look.
"I'm guessing you got in another fight?" He asked.
"Like always," I said in an overly cheery tune.
Avery shook his long shaggy brown hair, his bangs nearly cover his bright hazel eyes, which are slightly bloodshot from the looks of it. Well he's either been smoking a shit ton or he's forgetting to blink while he's been gaming, most likely both though honestly. Avery is a good 7 or so inches taller than me, and I stand at a hard 5'2 and a half, and he weighs a good 50 or 60 pounds more than me, and I weigh a solid 130. He's like my personal life sized teddy bear, I thought gleefully. His skin is a nice pale tone, but he is a bit darker complexion than I am, whom he and Liam joke about me being as white as bones. My eyes are a brilliant shade of green, resembling the color of an emerald. My hair is a bit past my shoulders in the front with bangs that frame my face, and in the back it's cut to the end of my neck.
"Well, I know what will make this better," Avery stated as he pulled out his black, six inch long glass pipe that has a white spider web design on it; we call it the black widow.
I glanced up over his shoulder at it like a small child trying to see over the counter of a restaurant. My eyes went wide like my smile when I seen that Black Widow was fully packed.
"Yay! You do love me," I squealed out happily.
As I said that, Avery was taking a hit but he started to cough when I said "love". That was a big thing of his, he doesn't ever tell anyone he loves them, so I use the word against him for fun.
"Yeah yeah, jus take this," he said through his coughing fit.
I gladly did as he asked, and as I inhaled the smoke, I blew out and it was like all my worries were being blown out with it. See that's why I smoke, because it makes me calm and worry free. Yeah it doesn't last forever, but when that feeling of pure bliss disappears, all I have to do is load another bowl.
"So," Avery took a hit, "tell me about the fight. You kicked their ass right?"
So I went on and explained the fight to Avery as we killed the bowl, all without him un-pausing his game, which really tickled me. I love when I grab his attention away from his game, it makes me feel special. So when I finished my little tale of ass whooping, Avery had put black widow aside and he was reaching behind him. What he pulled out was probably the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. He had a beautiful black and purple swirled glass bong, and he handed it over to me.
"Well I was going to wait until tonight to give this to you, but I think you deserve it right now Marci, happy birthday," he said awkwardly.
Avery isn't a very touchy feely type of guy, hell, even his voice is somewhat like a low key high pitched monotone. He kind of sounds like a higher pitched version of the lead singer in Blink 182. He usually doesn't even get people things for their birthday, but he made exceptions with me. In all honesty though, all the guys here are rather nice to me, everyone, whether they'll admit it or not, kind of babies me, not that I mind. Anywho, Avery giving me not just one but two presents today, kind of made me want to tear up.
"Oh my god thank you Avery," I said as I examined the bong.
It's about eight inches tall, not too big but honestly, it's the perfect size for me. The stem was very lightly twisted, giving it a really cool design look, which I loved, it made it unique.
"Yeah, you're welcome. And don't tip that over, I put some EverClear in it for ya," he stated as he dug into his black shoulder bag he always carries around. "Oh, and one last thing."
He tossed me something and I caught it in my hand. I looked at it to find that it was weed! Bright green, fluffy and it even had little hairs on it! I would say it's about a q, that's what it feels like.
"Holy shit dude, thank you so much. Is this medical?"
"Yes ma'am."
After we had about an hour long smoke session, Avery just decided to save his game because I asked him if he could give me a ride out to the walking park in town, which is right by a heavily wooded Forrest. I like to practice out there. I'm a Wiccan, just my deceased mother was, and her mother before her and so on. My point being, I come from a long line of Wiccans. I usually come out here and either meditate or practice new spells. Tonight I wanted to meditate, I've been trying to open my third eye.
Over this past year, I almost always have this feeling of being watched, even when it was an impossibility. And here in these past few months, weird things have been happening, like a window will fog up, or I will hear breathing or something that sounds like bones popping and I really think a spirit might be following me. And if one is, I want to see it, which I can't until I open my third eye. So every chance I have gotten for the past few months, I come out here to my own personal sanctuary and meditate.
So Avery and I loaded up into his car and he drove me out there. He parked and as I was getting out, he gently grabbed my hand.
"You want me to wait for you?"
"You don't have to Avery, I might be out here a while.." I began.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed it to me.
"I have Pokémon Go, I can wait."
I gave him a smile, then leaned over to him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, which cause him to blush madly.
"Alright then, I'll see ya in a bit."
And with that, I was off on my way. I trotted happily through heavy branches, thorns, brush and all kinds of other difficulties until a small clearing came into play. Once I got to the clearing, I walked up to a giant, old dark oak tree that had a hole in it. I got up to the hole and pulled out a white candle, then I went to the center of the clearing and I sat down crisscrossed. I set the candle about two feet in front of me, then I pulled a lighter out of my pocket and lite it.
I sat there for a good hour, focusing my energy into the flame. I cleared my mind completely, just trying to have my energy flow to my third eye. The third eye lies in the center of your forehead, and it gives you the ability to see and hear and feel things that you normally could not. My body began to feel as if it were being lifted, like I was on a carnival ride, and I felt a tingle begin where my third eye was. I continued to do so until the tingle faded, but the feeling of awareness that was associated with the tingle remained.
I opened up my eyes and looked around. I didn't see anything out of the usual at first, but then I heard some rustling in the tree above me, and I looked up. I seen a boy, whom only looked to be a year or two older than me sitting on a branch above me. I opened my mouth to let out a scream or a noise of being startled, but nothing came out. This boy was not here before, he has to be apart of the supernatural world. A small feeling of sadness washed over me when I thought that he could possibly be what's been following, not my mother, like I had hoped.
He didn't say anything at all, he just watched me curiously. He has long, shaggy black hair. He's extremely thin, like if he didn't have that Marilyn Manson hoodie on, I would guarantee that you would be able to see all of his bones. He seems to be pretty tall too. His eyes though are really what have my attention right now. They're a brilliant shade of silver that I've never seem before. He had me nearly hypnotized with those eyes, but then, I heard another noise down near the base of the tree, close to where I hide my belongings, and I seen that made my blood run cold.
It was an extremely mutilated horse, and I let out a blood curdling scream right before I began to run back to Avery. When I made it back, Every wasn't even in his car, he was right in the beginning of the wood line.
"Marcelline, are you alright?" He questioned as I practically tackled myself into his arms.
I just nodded as I buried my face into his chest.
"What happened?"
"Let's get back to the car and I'll tell you," I insisted.
