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During math Quatre is sitting next to me again, Duo luckily didn't get the chance. One of the coolest girls in class, at least she thinks she is, dragged him with her. She probably doesn't want him to get under my bad influence or something. Or she wants to talk to him too, well, listen to him, you don't get much chance to talk to him, I noticed. He looks really good, so that's probably the main reason. But the other counts as well. They never let new students talk to me more than once, they can't start soon enough explaining them I'm crazy and should be left alone. Have I mentioned I don't like math? It sucks. It really does. I usually don't understand it at all, it takes hours for me to get ready for tests. 'Because you can't just learn it, you have to practice' my teacher told me. Sure. I can practice as much as I like or dislike, it doesn't help. So here I am, reading the paragraph for the fifth time already, trying to understand what they are saying. Quatre, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have problems with it at all. He just finished this paragraph, a few minutes ago. Life just isn't fair. "Shall I help you?" I glance up, looking at Quatre. He sounds kind really friendly, though kind of nervous. I usually am pretty good in guessing what people are feeling, because they get really nervous while talking to me, while I ain't talking back to them. They go showing emotions. Quatre's face is a perfect mask though, not showing any emotion besides friendliness. I'm getting annoyed on the other hand. Is it 'feel sorry for Lance so help her' day today or something?! First Wufei, now this guy. It's really getting on my nerves. Quatre looks at me strangely, and clinches his shirt. Kind of freaking, really, like he's having a heartattack. I look at him, worried. It isn't good to have a dying person next to you, you know? He swallows. "I sometimes have pains in my breast, nothing seriously according to my fathers medical staff." I'm still staring at him. His father has his own medical staff?! He quickly changes the subject. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I shrug, this is not a question at which I can evade talking though with just face-expressions, unfortunately. "Big brother, 22 years. Still lives at home." I probably am the reason for this, you know. He is the only one I talk to, like normal people talk, not the 2-word-sentences I usually use. So, he doesn't want to leave, and my parents don't want him too. "I have 29 sisters." I look up, and stare unbelievingly at him, hoping it is a joke. He isn't laughing, not even smiling. He just looks damnd proud. "You have 29 sisters?" whispering, I look at him. "Are you all 6tets or something?" He shakes his head. Alright, this guy is definitely getting weird. 29 sisters, his father has his own medical staff, and he has some kind of heart decease that isn't serious? . "Is your father a Sheikh?" curiously I check his face. It would explain a lot. He shrugs. "No." Hm, seems like he doesn't likes to talk about this part of his family. And why am I trying to talk to him?
Alright, math has passed and I survived. Strangely enough, I'm still talking to Quatre. Don't know why. We aren't talking about our families anymore, we're talking about religion now. Yeah, strange subject, I know. But it's pretty cool. I believe in multiple gods, or actually, al kinds of demons and spirits, that serve one higher being. Don't know if it could be called a god. He believes in Allah. And we're talking about it. Damnd, weird. Pretty strange, he isn't asking much, like Duo, but still I'm talking to him, and not to Duo. Pretty funny too, you just have to see the faces of my classmates. They're obviously wondering why the heck Quatre is talking to me, and why I am talking back. Really really funny. Mwahahahahah, think they are jealous, because Quatre is like, super cute? With huge blue eyes and stuff, think if he flirts with a girl, she will just melt. My science-teacher is looking at us funny. Don't think I've ever said a word to the guy. Or maybe once hello, or something. Not much more. I check the clock, to see how long it will take till the brake. I only do this because I want to know how long I have to live before the goon-squad turns up again. Five minutes left before they'll kick my ass, because Wufei kicked theirs. I just know they'll want revenge. Well, so far the conversation, don't feel like it anymore. Talked too much today already. Anxiously I start scribbling in my notebook. Maybe I can hide in one of the free classrooms, while making my homework. I've got a bigger chance to escape that way. But if they'll find me, I'll be only in bigger trouble because no one will be near to stop them. Darn, decisions, decisions. Two minutes. Maybe the library? Don't think they've ever been in there, so there is a big chance they don't even know it exists. But again, there won't be anybody else if they find me. Break-sign. Grumbling I start packing my bag. The auditorium, it is.
As I'm packing my bag at my locker, I see two of the goons in the corner of my eye. Quickly I throw in the last book, hoping I'll be fast enough. I have to get out of here. They locked me inside one of the lockers once, and believe me, it ain't fun. The stupid thing stank like hell, and of course my claustrophobia had to come up. I yelled ok, I yelled. And I never want to experience that again. Someone plants a hand next to me. A big, hairy arm. fuck. Here we go again. I swallow, and look up as indifferent as possible when a huge ugly strong imbecile is looking dirty at you. Not really indifferent if you catch me. "Watcha doing, smart-ass?" Geez, what does it look like I'm doing? Is he blind or just plain stupid? Don't answer that. I suppress the urge to wave one of my books in front of his eyes, and just keep looking indifferent. "You still don't want to talk, huh, but this time, when we beat you, you're little friend can't help you!" he snarls. He tries to look confident, but I guess Wufei really scared him, he's glaring around all of the time. He normally doesn't do that. And, unfortunately, what he sees, all of the students in our neighbourhood trying to get as far away in as less time as possible, secures him. "Now then, what will we do with you? Hey Will!" he yells to one of the other goons. "You got ideas?" "Maybe she has anything nice with her?" Oh no, not my bag, not my drawings! I try to dive to my backpack, but ugly-guy is faster than me and grabs my arm. "Why do you think you can move?" he growls, sounding amused. Damnd damnd DAMND! Why is this always happening to me, can't they leave me alone for just one time?! I get pushed against my locker again. "I said, why do you think you can move?" I just glare at him. No way I'm going to talk to him. For the second time today he hits me in my face. I'd almost think he likes that. I keep on glaring at him, not showing emotions, while trying to ignore the Will-guy going trough my stuff. The last of the three goons, a dark-haired guy, picks up my glasses, and put them up his nose. "Look at me, I'm the little smart silent kid. Ain't I special?" The other two grin. They are distracted now, if only I could grab my bag and run faster then them. yeah right. The first goon turns back to me, grinning an evil smile. He pinches my arms a little harder. "Wonder how a scared little girl tastes like." No. He wouldn't! He brings his face closer to mine, and I start to struggle again, and try to kick him. The pinching gets harder and harder as his face comes closer to mine. Alright, this is gonna hurt you more than me, I hope. I kick him as hard as I can between his legs. Instantly I fall back through the sudden release. Taking my chance, ugly is to busy having pain to pay attention, I dive again towards my bag. Only to be punched away by the Will- guy. Damnd, my face hurts. "You fucking bitch!" The biggest one grunts. Well, guess I'm really screwed now, aren't I? I try to get up, and kind of get helped with that. In other words, the third loon hauls me up by my shirt. That ripping didn't sound good. Like, damnd. This time I try to evade the blasts, but most of their punches still reach their goal. Maybe now is a good time to faint? Body, please? As I start tasting more and more blood, I hear someone cry out. Don't think it was my voice, though I'm not sure. Think it was someone else, it gets nearer. "Leave her alone, assholes!" Suddenly, fresh air around me. I dare opening one of my eyes, to see a couple of Quatre's hovering above me, and flurry movements behind him. "Lance, are you alright?" Hm, my throat doesn't want to cooperate, so I try to nod. Wow, what do you mean, nausea? The Quatres, only 4 left, seem to pale, but around us everything darkens. Damnd, late reply body. Couldn't you've done that any sooner or something. Damnd.
During math Quatre is sitting next to me again, Duo luckily didn't get the chance. One of the coolest girls in class, at least she thinks she is, dragged him with her. She probably doesn't want him to get under my bad influence or something. Or she wants to talk to him too, well, listen to him, you don't get much chance to talk to him, I noticed. He looks really good, so that's probably the main reason. But the other counts as well. They never let new students talk to me more than once, they can't start soon enough explaining them I'm crazy and should be left alone. Have I mentioned I don't like math? It sucks. It really does. I usually don't understand it at all, it takes hours for me to get ready for tests. 'Because you can't just learn it, you have to practice' my teacher told me. Sure. I can practice as much as I like or dislike, it doesn't help. So here I am, reading the paragraph for the fifth time already, trying to understand what they are saying. Quatre, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have problems with it at all. He just finished this paragraph, a few minutes ago. Life just isn't fair. "Shall I help you?" I glance up, looking at Quatre. He sounds kind really friendly, though kind of nervous. I usually am pretty good in guessing what people are feeling, because they get really nervous while talking to me, while I ain't talking back to them. They go showing emotions. Quatre's face is a perfect mask though, not showing any emotion besides friendliness. I'm getting annoyed on the other hand. Is it 'feel sorry for Lance so help her' day today or something?! First Wufei, now this guy. It's really getting on my nerves. Quatre looks at me strangely, and clinches his shirt. Kind of freaking, really, like he's having a heartattack. I look at him, worried. It isn't good to have a dying person next to you, you know? He swallows. "I sometimes have pains in my breast, nothing seriously according to my fathers medical staff." I'm still staring at him. His father has his own medical staff?! He quickly changes the subject. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I shrug, this is not a question at which I can evade talking though with just face-expressions, unfortunately. "Big brother, 22 years. Still lives at home." I probably am the reason for this, you know. He is the only one I talk to, like normal people talk, not the 2-word-sentences I usually use. So, he doesn't want to leave, and my parents don't want him too. "I have 29 sisters." I look up, and stare unbelievingly at him, hoping it is a joke. He isn't laughing, not even smiling. He just looks damnd proud. "You have 29 sisters?" whispering, I look at him. "Are you all 6tets or something?" He shakes his head. Alright, this guy is definitely getting weird. 29 sisters, his father has his own medical staff, and he has some kind of heart decease that isn't serious? . "Is your father a Sheikh?" curiously I check his face. It would explain a lot. He shrugs. "No." Hm, seems like he doesn't likes to talk about this part of his family. And why am I trying to talk to him?
Alright, math has passed and I survived. Strangely enough, I'm still talking to Quatre. Don't know why. We aren't talking about our families anymore, we're talking about religion now. Yeah, strange subject, I know. But it's pretty cool. I believe in multiple gods, or actually, al kinds of demons and spirits, that serve one higher being. Don't know if it could be called a god. He believes in Allah. And we're talking about it. Damnd, weird. Pretty strange, he isn't asking much, like Duo, but still I'm talking to him, and not to Duo. Pretty funny too, you just have to see the faces of my classmates. They're obviously wondering why the heck Quatre is talking to me, and why I am talking back. Really really funny. Mwahahahahah, think they are jealous, because Quatre is like, super cute? With huge blue eyes and stuff, think if he flirts with a girl, she will just melt. My science-teacher is looking at us funny. Don't think I've ever said a word to the guy. Or maybe once hello, or something. Not much more. I check the clock, to see how long it will take till the brake. I only do this because I want to know how long I have to live before the goon-squad turns up again. Five minutes left before they'll kick my ass, because Wufei kicked theirs. I just know they'll want revenge. Well, so far the conversation, don't feel like it anymore. Talked too much today already. Anxiously I start scribbling in my notebook. Maybe I can hide in one of the free classrooms, while making my homework. I've got a bigger chance to escape that way. But if they'll find me, I'll be only in bigger trouble because no one will be near to stop them. Darn, decisions, decisions. Two minutes. Maybe the library? Don't think they've ever been in there, so there is a big chance they don't even know it exists. But again, there won't be anybody else if they find me. Break-sign. Grumbling I start packing my bag. The auditorium, it is.
As I'm packing my bag at my locker, I see two of the goons in the corner of my eye. Quickly I throw in the last book, hoping I'll be fast enough. I have to get out of here. They locked me inside one of the lockers once, and believe me, it ain't fun. The stupid thing stank like hell, and of course my claustrophobia had to come up. I yelled ok, I yelled. And I never want to experience that again. Someone plants a hand next to me. A big, hairy arm. fuck. Here we go again. I swallow, and look up as indifferent as possible when a huge ugly strong imbecile is looking dirty at you. Not really indifferent if you catch me. "Watcha doing, smart-ass?" Geez, what does it look like I'm doing? Is he blind or just plain stupid? Don't answer that. I suppress the urge to wave one of my books in front of his eyes, and just keep looking indifferent. "You still don't want to talk, huh, but this time, when we beat you, you're little friend can't help you!" he snarls. He tries to look confident, but I guess Wufei really scared him, he's glaring around all of the time. He normally doesn't do that. And, unfortunately, what he sees, all of the students in our neighbourhood trying to get as far away in as less time as possible, secures him. "Now then, what will we do with you? Hey Will!" he yells to one of the other goons. "You got ideas?" "Maybe she has anything nice with her?" Oh no, not my bag, not my drawings! I try to dive to my backpack, but ugly-guy is faster than me and grabs my arm. "Why do you think you can move?" he growls, sounding amused. Damnd damnd DAMND! Why is this always happening to me, can't they leave me alone for just one time?! I get pushed against my locker again. "I said, why do you think you can move?" I just glare at him. No way I'm going to talk to him. For the second time today he hits me in my face. I'd almost think he likes that. I keep on glaring at him, not showing emotions, while trying to ignore the Will-guy going trough my stuff. The last of the three goons, a dark-haired guy, picks up my glasses, and put them up his nose. "Look at me, I'm the little smart silent kid. Ain't I special?" The other two grin. They are distracted now, if only I could grab my bag and run faster then them. yeah right. The first goon turns back to me, grinning an evil smile. He pinches my arms a little harder. "Wonder how a scared little girl tastes like." No. He wouldn't! He brings his face closer to mine, and I start to struggle again, and try to kick him. The pinching gets harder and harder as his face comes closer to mine. Alright, this is gonna hurt you more than me, I hope. I kick him as hard as I can between his legs. Instantly I fall back through the sudden release. Taking my chance, ugly is to busy having pain to pay attention, I dive again towards my bag. Only to be punched away by the Will- guy. Damnd, my face hurts. "You fucking bitch!" The biggest one grunts. Well, guess I'm really screwed now, aren't I? I try to get up, and kind of get helped with that. In other words, the third loon hauls me up by my shirt. That ripping didn't sound good. Like, damnd. This time I try to evade the blasts, but most of their punches still reach their goal. Maybe now is a good time to faint? Body, please? As I start tasting more and more blood, I hear someone cry out. Don't think it was my voice, though I'm not sure. Think it was someone else, it gets nearer. "Leave her alone, assholes!" Suddenly, fresh air around me. I dare opening one of my eyes, to see a couple of Quatre's hovering above me, and flurry movements behind him. "Lance, are you alright?" Hm, my throat doesn't want to cooperate, so I try to nod. Wow, what do you mean, nausea? The Quatres, only 4 left, seem to pale, but around us everything darkens. Damnd, late reply body. Couldn't you've done that any sooner or something. Damnd.