I walked into homeroom –late, willing to start this year off with some attitude.
"Miss Evens, am I correct? Might I ask, how do you come late to homeroom if you take a bus?" asked a middle-aged, tall, brown-haired man.
I was silent for a second. Was it me, or did this guy look a lot like Dad? I pushed away the thought. It can't be him. He's dead now…nobody can change that.
"Miss Evens? Why did you come to homeroom late, even though you take a bus?"
"'Cause, I can." I said. That's me, suave Emma. I walked over to an empty desk at the back of the classroom and sat down. Then, pushed my feet onto the desk and waited for his reaction.
"You look quite relaxed." he smiled, as he towered over my desk.
Wow! His eyes crinkle and light up when he smiles….just like dad's used to. "I feel relaxed." I said coldly.
"Feet. Off. The. Table." He instructed. The teacher was no longer smiling.
"No thanks, Mr. Whatsyourname."
"Might I remind you that this is a school, not your living room."
"Really? I don't feel a difference."
All of a sudden, he took one big, bulky binder from his desk, and shoved my feet off the table. "That's much better. I don't understand what parents teach ungrateful, rude, idiotic children like you. I'll be seeing you afterschool for detention!"
By now, all of the other students were staring at us, as though we were live entertainment. Wait…we were live entertainment!
"I don't think so." With that, I stood up, picked up that bulky binder and slammed it onto the dude's nose.
Out of nowhere, I watched the dark blood drip down his nose, I could feel my stomach growling, no begging for a lick of that luscious blood. Then, I remembered. As I watched the blood fall from my teacher's nose, I recognized that hazy flashback of me standing over my father's dead body - the dark cherry red blood scattered around the kitchen floor, outlining my father's limp, dead body.
I looked back down at the blood-stained binder at my hands and then at the bloody face of that poor man.
What have I done? I thought as I ran out of the classroom.
"You broke your teacher's nose?" Maya cried, her eyes filled with astonishment. It was evening, my sister and Sally (who was eating upstairs) were just finishing dinner when the terrible news of my acting up in class arrived with my Board of Ed. hearing letter. "It was your first day at school! How in the world did you already manage to break forty year old man's nose?"
"He was annoying me and I found a big binder!" I said, trying hard to not laugh at my sister's reaction.
"This is definitely not funny. This is your second…no, third expulsion letter from three different schools. If you keep this up, we're gonna run out of places to send you!"
"Maybe, I don't want to get sent anywhere!"
"Don't be silly, you have to get an education!" Maya scolded.
"That's not what I need." all of a sudden I felt anger and resentment boiling in my body. Waves of ravenous hunger ran through my stomach. I glared at Maya. Only one thought crossed my mind, I must have food! I walked closer to where my sister was washing dishes. Although I was about two inches shorter than her, I could easily lift her with my fists. "What I need is blood!"
I bared my teeth closer and closer to where Maya's pulse was beating rapidly. I could already smell her. Yes! Finally….I thought as I opened my mouth wider to devour the only meal I had in three long years!
"Emma, please." She cowered in fear.
That was when the world started to come back to me. The nightmare that haunted my nights almost came true: I looked back down at her face, her fear flooding her face, the face that protected me against everything I feared. Silent tears formed around her dark green eyes, the eyes that had reassured me during rough times.
"Emma, please." She whispered.
I scrunched my eyebrows together, and let go of my sister's surprised
frail body. I closed my eyes, as I felt water trickling in the corners. I heard my throat choke up, and covered my mouth with my murderous hands and ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room.
I almost killed my sister