Legend of Fire
* ssp47's Corner * Ok for those of you who haven't read my work this is my corner where I thank reviewers or explain what's going on and other stuff like that. Basically it's a clipboard. I'm flexible person and accept any kind of feedback. Please feel free to send me flames, constructive criticism, or things you want to see in the story. Like Lloyd coming back or something. And if you feel like I need to post my Character bios, review and tell me so. And an important note, there will be some religion that concerns with my beliefs and standards of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. But I will not preach to my readers. If this subjects or content or if the church offends you I do not suggest reading this work that I have written for the pleasure of L.O.D. fellow fans. OK I'm done! Songs or poems are in ~ 's. Thoughts are in *'s which are also used to separate different scenes, my notes are in, ('s and flash backs will be, if they show up right, in italic letters.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Legend of Dragoon. Most of the characters you will meet here in this fiction are MINE and cannot be used without my consent. Too bad though.I got lots of ideas for sequels.-_-
CHAPTER 1: "Unforgotten Memories"
~ They will never rest nor sleep. There will never be a time when we are without them. They will always be needed. We will always need them. Fire, Wind, Darkness, Light, Thunder, Water, Earth. A Legend is a dream that never dies. ~
"Are you proud of me dad?"
"Christa, I couldn't be more proud of you. You're a black belt now after all those years of training. You gave an excellent performance tonight. I was very pleased."
"You looked so strong out there, in your karate uniform. " Her mother chimed in with a smile from the front seat of their hunter green Honda Accord. "And yet very beautiful."
"Mother!" Christa objected. "You know I-"
"I know, I know. Don't want to be called a 'pretty girl'. But that's what you are dear."
"In karate it doesn't matter what you look like but how you perform." Christa Farrah explained for the tenth time. Her mother rolled her eyes.
"Of course dear." Her father chuckled. Christa smiled, satisfied with her parent's approval. She rested her head on the car window. A loud car horn blew into her ears and her head jerked up.
"What the?!" Her father swore while swerving around a driver that had intercepted them at a low speed. There was silence for the deaf and then came the scream. The last breath her mother would take.
"DAN!!" There was a screech of tires and a slam on the breaks but it was no use. The breaks locked and the car lost control. Without slowing down at seventy miles an hour the vehicle went straight for the nearest thing, another car. They collided in the front with eachother on highway sixty- eight. Christa's body lunged forward but was held to the seat by the seat belt over her chest. Her mother hit the dashboard and was killed instantly. An airbag burst from the driver's side and cushioned the father. They kept going, both engines erupting into flames. They were finally stopped by an SUV that was able to take the force of the two vehicles. The second car's engine blew killing everyone inside in a heartbeat. The car looked like a burning inferno, a trapped flaming prison. Christa's head lay over her chest and she was breathing hard.
"Daddy?" She whispered. Her eyes went to her mother and she knew she was dead. She saw the damage to her head, a cracked skull. She gasped at the sight and her insides churned. She looked at her father and saw blood dripping from the air bag. The windshield had shattered into deadly pieces that cut like knives and two pierced her father's head. She couldn't breath. Just looking and hearing only her breath was enough. Into her nose came the deadly smell of smoke. Fire spread over the dashboard and flooded over to her father. She put a shaking hand to her seat belt and undid it and tried to open the door. It didn't move.
"HELP ME!!" She screamed louder with more fear in her voice than she ever had in her life. "SOMEBODY! FIRE!!!" Luckily there were more people involved in the accident that weren't hurt that came to her assistance. Her door pulled and pushed on while a spark of flame came to the seat that she sat on. She screamed afraid to die, afraid of ending up the way her parents did.
"HELP ME PLEASE!!!" She screamed. The fire spread over to her side of the seat. She pushed herself against the car door as much as she could. Her eyes were starting to see only blurs and the smoke was very thick. It thickened as the fire spread. She found herself coughing more then she was breathing. In her mind she couldn't think and in her blurry vision came a small sparkle of red light. It was warm and comforting and seemed to save her soul. Her breath came back and she no longer smelled the smoke in her lungs and the fire that was almost touching her cloths went out. Suddenly her door was jerked open and she was pulled from the car and rushed away. And then a noise louder than anything came to her ears. The engine gave and the car exploded. Tears gushed down her face as she shook violently.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" A man ordered to one woman. Christa looked up at him and her eyes went black.
*~*
"Christa." Rita put her hands on the shaking girl that was in her sleeping bag. "Christa please, wake up." Her eyes were moving violently under her lids and with a final sudden gush of air into her lungs; the brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Christa didn't say anything because it wasn't the first time she had that nightmare, the visions of her parents dying and the final moments that could've ended in her death as well.
"You ok?" Rita asked unaware of her best friend's dream.
"Yeah." Came the sturdy response. "Sorry bout that. I.had a nightmare."
"I can tell. It bothered you?"
"No." She lied. She had that dream, relived the night of the accident all her life. At least every two months the dream came back to haunt her. And it all happened, her life ended five years ago. Christa was twelve-years- old when it happened and she was now seventeen, a senior in Fredrick High. After she was orphaned she moved into her own apartment paid for by the government. She had an interesting time learning how to care for herself "food" wise but it was a step no sooner taken. Christa glanced at the purple cat clock that sat on the white dresser in her friend's room. * Five A.M. * She thought.
"I gotta go, Rita." She said gathering her leather backpack.
"Why?" Rita asked supprised. Her hazel eyes and straight hair was down to her chin.
"I just need to." Christa hurriedly wrapped her sleeping bag up and tied the rope around the green bundle. She tossed it in a heap with her pillow by the door.
"At five A.M.?" Christa knew Rita was hurt, but the young girl wasn't good at explaining herself. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing." She lied again.
"Christa. We've been friends for two years and I feel like I know a stranger that just slept in my house that came right off the streets. I know nothing about you. Why don't you trust me?"
"You know one thing." Christa said putting her pack around her shoulder.
"What?" Rita asked standing.
"I'm not a stranger from the streets." Her bedroom door closed softly and a body limply fell on the star covered purple bed.
*~*
No, it did bother her. Infact it nearly scared her. She didn't want to see her parents dead and bleeding infront of her eyes or relive the force of the car as it crashed into the victim. Every two months like a bad horror movie. Horror and pain brought her shaking her in her own bed. Maybe it was the fact that she still lived on the same street that it happened. It wasn't her choice it was either the "way" or the "highway". Christa would've chosen herself, except she was too young. And yet it was almost as if one force wanted to force her to remember. * Remember what?! * Christa asked herself. She shook her head violently trying with every muscle to forget it already. There was nothing to remember. No. Nothing! * Nothing! * Christa thought angrily. Her head was down on the pavement and following had led her into the park that was outside the apartment complex. There were never runners out on this cold a morning and Christa had been walking for eleven minutes and she was still freezing, still dressed in dark blue flannel pajama pants and a thick cotton tank and blue slippers. Maybe she was walking to slowly for her body to warm up.
"Ooof!" She coughed walking into a running force. She didn't move but felt arms around her keep her from falling. She looked up into the strong blue eyes of Logan Keith; a young man who was in many of her classes and one of her few so called "friends".
"I'm sorry I ran into you." Christa said quickly. Her teeth chattered a bit but she bit her lip to keep from shivering.
"Christa you're as cold as ice." Logan said in a worried voice.
"I'm fine." She said backing away. Logan had raised eyebrows and Christa nodded toward his soaked chest. "I have limited funds to even wash my cloths."
"Ah. Of course." Logan said with a sly smile. "I apologize. Why don't I wash that for you?" Christa made one her gesticulated gestures.
"I don't think your parents would approve of me around in your house with nothing else on." Logan blushed.
"Oh. Well I wouldn't mind that." Christa gave him the death look. Logan was a nice guy and what he just said was meant to be a harmless playful remark. "Ok, I was kiddin!" Logan said laughing at the look on her face. "I'm glad to see you've kept you standards."
"So you were testing me?"
"I didn't know. With what's happened to you."
"It hasn't effected my standards. I still have a testimony." "I'm glad to hear that." A cold breeze couldn't move his beautiful short army cut hazel hair but it made the hair stand up on Christa's back. Logan's face became stern. "Where's your jacket young lady?"
"At home in my closet."
"You wanna catch a cold? I'll have to feed you some of that nasty medicine."
"Do and you die." Christa said holding up her fist.
"Yes ma'am!" Logan did a quick salute with a grin. "But seriously, you'll catch a cold. Do you want to go over to my house for a cup of hot chocolate?" Christa suddenly remembered why she was walking home to her apartment.
"Sorry but I was just on my way home."
"Are you sure?" Logan asked but Christa had already made her way out of the park.
*~*
The alarm clock went off and the shower water ran. Two hours later Christa got what little sleep she could get and prepared herself for another day at school. She fried herself some eggs and toasted some toast and ate it quickly and washed it down with a glass of grapefruit juice. She pulled on a good pair of low hip in-style jeans and a jade colored long sleeved T-shirt that had a tin slit at the top and the number thirty-five on it in bronze yellow. She slipped on some tennis shoes grabbed her books and car keys and was out the door. Christa owned an emerald green Honda Jeep that she paid for with her salary from working at a Sally-Mart. She hopped into the front seat and slammed the door shut. The car roared and briskly turned out of the parking lot and drove off in a hurry. No, you can guess she wasn't concerned about getting to school on time but she didn't want to end up in the traffic that was always waiting for her like a dreaded curse on 465. She was at the intersection that flowed into the highway but decided that for once she'd take a break. She changed her coarse and fled down an open road that was behind a video store and followed that road till she was above the highway and crossed many roads and finally ended up at the high school parking lot ten minutes late. The young girl didn't care and entered 11th grade Lit/Comp and the first thing on her desk was a detention. Logan sat behind her and watched her fill out the slip and returned to her seat. The teacher, Miss Wig, was the most boring thing that lived on this planet. Her lessons put everyone to sleep in heartbeats and the only one who was getting A's was Logan. Whenever he got a good mark on a test he'd torment Christa till she slapped him upside his head. He didn't mind. He liked to get on her nerves when it came to showing off his A's and at the same time effacing the C's on her report cards. Christa couldn't stand him and hated him for his brilliant mind and good Lit skills.
"Ha! Made another A on that cumulative test."
"Show that 90 and above mark and I'll shove that A down your throat." Christa growled. Logan chuckled with his great smile on his thin strong face.
"Awwwww! What did you make Chris?" Christa shoved her paper into his face and Logan smoothed the gathered paper. He gasped when he saw the score. Infact, he let his jaw drop a couple of inches. "Ouch that's one bad grade. Worst one you've ever had." Christa didn't say anything and scribbled on her paper. "Hey you can make it up. You got A's all over the place in honors two years ago when you took this class. It's not like this coarse is any harder."
"But I failed Honors and now I'm taking the same coarse again. I'm lucky to be passing Algebra 2 with a C."
"If you put in effort you'd pass above me and everyone else in this class." Logan said sharply. "I remember back when we were in Elementary School. The teachers saw you as a genius; you could've become the next Albert Einstein. And C's were things you didn't know about. You got straight high A's all through your life and now here you are, failing badly in a freaking Literature class!" Christa fumed in her seat.
"Who are YOU to tell me what I can or can't do?!" She demanded quietly. "I've chosen the road and I'm living a life. That should be enough for you."
"Its not when I know you can do better." Christa didn't say anything. The teacher scribbled on the board with chalk and ran off some English composition for her students to do and then the bell rang. Luckily they weren't assigned any homework. Christa ran through another day of teacher lectures, piles of homework and the garbage the cafeteria dared to call school food. Fourth period was Algebra 2 and Mister Diaz was never in a good mood for math. He had tried to pass for science but the Board of Education rejected the idea because his students were the best at math in whole state of Georgia. Mister Diaz could care less if he let his entire room of students fail math. He just wanted to teach science but unfortunately for Christa and many students, were piled with problems every night. But luckily the torture only lasted one hour and then came the bell.
"Miss Farrah, can I have a word?" Mister Diaz asked from his desk.
"Yeah?" Christa said slouching in the chair that was beside his desk. "Another detention?"
"You're about to get one with that attitude of disrespect." He returned sharply. "I wanted to talk to you about your efforts." Christa rolled her eyes. * Another lecture coming up on the two o'clock train. * She thought.
"Mister Diaz, I would think that you of all people would be aware of my efforts."
"Well congratulations Miss Farrah. You're the worst student in this school. We are all very aware of your efforts."
"Really. You and what army?"
"Don't get on my nerves girl. It's bad enough putting up with your scores in my grade book."
"Just gets better doesn't it?"
"For me in this case yes. You're suspended."
"Wow."
"You have one day to clean up your acts and your effort and maybe, we won't expel you which is what, I first put on the table in the first place."
"Hmmm. Too bad.."
"If you don't care about education then why do you bothering coming to school?" Christa stared at him and then looked away.
"My parents wanted the best for me."
"Then lord save them if they found out what a slut you've become." He said with a strong hatred that only came out around her. "Get out of my classroom." Christa stood up and left with a slam of the door. Failing.That's what Christa was now good at. It shouldn't have supprised herself that Diaz finally came off at her about her grades but it seemed to have impacted her like a heavy burden that was always on her shoulders that she could never relieve. A burden that Christa put on herself. * Why didn't they take me with them?! * She angrily asked in her self- conscious mind. * Why did they leave me here? Alone? With no support or love from anyone? I am nothing without them. I gave up everything when they left me hoping my day of leave would come.but it hasn't.I'm stuck here alone.all alone.there's nothing for me, no one who understands me, no one who can help me. All alone. * An angered fist broke out and slammed into the girl's bathroom stall. She had skipped her last class because all the pains of being alone without love came down on her like bricks. * If life won't take me away.then I'll leave myself. * Christa held her breath at the thought. Her own hand taking her own life.but what was left for her? She had no meaning in this world and no one cared. But.suicide.? She cupped her hands and imagined a weapon or gun closed tightly in her grasp. She would be killing herself and then her own blood would be stained on her soul when she returned to God. Was she prepared to face that consequence? To stand infront of him at that moment when the judgement day would come?
Christa shook her head slowly and filled the empty space in her hands with her face. The fourth period bell rang and Christa left the bathroom and went to her car and drove back to her apartment.
* ssp47's Corner * Ok for those of you who haven't read my work this is my corner where I thank reviewers or explain what's going on and other stuff like that. Basically it's a clipboard. I'm flexible person and accept any kind of feedback. Please feel free to send me flames, constructive criticism, or things you want to see in the story. Like Lloyd coming back or something. And if you feel like I need to post my Character bios, review and tell me so. And an important note, there will be some religion that concerns with my beliefs and standards of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. But I will not preach to my readers. If this subjects or content or if the church offends you I do not suggest reading this work that I have written for the pleasure of L.O.D. fellow fans. OK I'm done! Songs or poems are in ~ 's. Thoughts are in *'s which are also used to separate different scenes, my notes are in, ('s and flash backs will be, if they show up right, in italic letters.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Legend of Dragoon. Most of the characters you will meet here in this fiction are MINE and cannot be used without my consent. Too bad though.I got lots of ideas for sequels.-_-
CHAPTER 1: "Unforgotten Memories"
~ They will never rest nor sleep. There will never be a time when we are without them. They will always be needed. We will always need them. Fire, Wind, Darkness, Light, Thunder, Water, Earth. A Legend is a dream that never dies. ~
"Are you proud of me dad?"
"Christa, I couldn't be more proud of you. You're a black belt now after all those years of training. You gave an excellent performance tonight. I was very pleased."
"You looked so strong out there, in your karate uniform. " Her mother chimed in with a smile from the front seat of their hunter green Honda Accord. "And yet very beautiful."
"Mother!" Christa objected. "You know I-"
"I know, I know. Don't want to be called a 'pretty girl'. But that's what you are dear."
"In karate it doesn't matter what you look like but how you perform." Christa Farrah explained for the tenth time. Her mother rolled her eyes.
"Of course dear." Her father chuckled. Christa smiled, satisfied with her parent's approval. She rested her head on the car window. A loud car horn blew into her ears and her head jerked up.
"What the?!" Her father swore while swerving around a driver that had intercepted them at a low speed. There was silence for the deaf and then came the scream. The last breath her mother would take.
"DAN!!" There was a screech of tires and a slam on the breaks but it was no use. The breaks locked and the car lost control. Without slowing down at seventy miles an hour the vehicle went straight for the nearest thing, another car. They collided in the front with eachother on highway sixty- eight. Christa's body lunged forward but was held to the seat by the seat belt over her chest. Her mother hit the dashboard and was killed instantly. An airbag burst from the driver's side and cushioned the father. They kept going, both engines erupting into flames. They were finally stopped by an SUV that was able to take the force of the two vehicles. The second car's engine blew killing everyone inside in a heartbeat. The car looked like a burning inferno, a trapped flaming prison. Christa's head lay over her chest and she was breathing hard.
"Daddy?" She whispered. Her eyes went to her mother and she knew she was dead. She saw the damage to her head, a cracked skull. She gasped at the sight and her insides churned. She looked at her father and saw blood dripping from the air bag. The windshield had shattered into deadly pieces that cut like knives and two pierced her father's head. She couldn't breath. Just looking and hearing only her breath was enough. Into her nose came the deadly smell of smoke. Fire spread over the dashboard and flooded over to her father. She put a shaking hand to her seat belt and undid it and tried to open the door. It didn't move.
"HELP ME!!" She screamed louder with more fear in her voice than she ever had in her life. "SOMEBODY! FIRE!!!" Luckily there were more people involved in the accident that weren't hurt that came to her assistance. Her door pulled and pushed on while a spark of flame came to the seat that she sat on. She screamed afraid to die, afraid of ending up the way her parents did.
"HELP ME PLEASE!!!" She screamed. The fire spread over to her side of the seat. She pushed herself against the car door as much as she could. Her eyes were starting to see only blurs and the smoke was very thick. It thickened as the fire spread. She found herself coughing more then she was breathing. In her mind she couldn't think and in her blurry vision came a small sparkle of red light. It was warm and comforting and seemed to save her soul. Her breath came back and she no longer smelled the smoke in her lungs and the fire that was almost touching her cloths went out. Suddenly her door was jerked open and she was pulled from the car and rushed away. And then a noise louder than anything came to her ears. The engine gave and the car exploded. Tears gushed down her face as she shook violently.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" A man ordered to one woman. Christa looked up at him and her eyes went black.
*~*
"Christa." Rita put her hands on the shaking girl that was in her sleeping bag. "Christa please, wake up." Her eyes were moving violently under her lids and with a final sudden gush of air into her lungs; the brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Christa didn't say anything because it wasn't the first time she had that nightmare, the visions of her parents dying and the final moments that could've ended in her death as well.
"You ok?" Rita asked unaware of her best friend's dream.
"Yeah." Came the sturdy response. "Sorry bout that. I.had a nightmare."
"I can tell. It bothered you?"
"No." She lied. She had that dream, relived the night of the accident all her life. At least every two months the dream came back to haunt her. And it all happened, her life ended five years ago. Christa was twelve-years- old when it happened and she was now seventeen, a senior in Fredrick High. After she was orphaned she moved into her own apartment paid for by the government. She had an interesting time learning how to care for herself "food" wise but it was a step no sooner taken. Christa glanced at the purple cat clock that sat on the white dresser in her friend's room. * Five A.M. * She thought.
"I gotta go, Rita." She said gathering her leather backpack.
"Why?" Rita asked supprised. Her hazel eyes and straight hair was down to her chin.
"I just need to." Christa hurriedly wrapped her sleeping bag up and tied the rope around the green bundle. She tossed it in a heap with her pillow by the door.
"At five A.M.?" Christa knew Rita was hurt, but the young girl wasn't good at explaining herself. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing." She lied again.
"Christa. We've been friends for two years and I feel like I know a stranger that just slept in my house that came right off the streets. I know nothing about you. Why don't you trust me?"
"You know one thing." Christa said putting her pack around her shoulder.
"What?" Rita asked standing.
"I'm not a stranger from the streets." Her bedroom door closed softly and a body limply fell on the star covered purple bed.
*~*
No, it did bother her. Infact it nearly scared her. She didn't want to see her parents dead and bleeding infront of her eyes or relive the force of the car as it crashed into the victim. Every two months like a bad horror movie. Horror and pain brought her shaking her in her own bed. Maybe it was the fact that she still lived on the same street that it happened. It wasn't her choice it was either the "way" or the "highway". Christa would've chosen herself, except she was too young. And yet it was almost as if one force wanted to force her to remember. * Remember what?! * Christa asked herself. She shook her head violently trying with every muscle to forget it already. There was nothing to remember. No. Nothing! * Nothing! * Christa thought angrily. Her head was down on the pavement and following had led her into the park that was outside the apartment complex. There were never runners out on this cold a morning and Christa had been walking for eleven minutes and she was still freezing, still dressed in dark blue flannel pajama pants and a thick cotton tank and blue slippers. Maybe she was walking to slowly for her body to warm up.
"Ooof!" She coughed walking into a running force. She didn't move but felt arms around her keep her from falling. She looked up into the strong blue eyes of Logan Keith; a young man who was in many of her classes and one of her few so called "friends".
"I'm sorry I ran into you." Christa said quickly. Her teeth chattered a bit but she bit her lip to keep from shivering.
"Christa you're as cold as ice." Logan said in a worried voice.
"I'm fine." She said backing away. Logan had raised eyebrows and Christa nodded toward his soaked chest. "I have limited funds to even wash my cloths."
"Ah. Of course." Logan said with a sly smile. "I apologize. Why don't I wash that for you?" Christa made one her gesticulated gestures.
"I don't think your parents would approve of me around in your house with nothing else on." Logan blushed.
"Oh. Well I wouldn't mind that." Christa gave him the death look. Logan was a nice guy and what he just said was meant to be a harmless playful remark. "Ok, I was kiddin!" Logan said laughing at the look on her face. "I'm glad to see you've kept you standards."
"So you were testing me?"
"I didn't know. With what's happened to you."
"It hasn't effected my standards. I still have a testimony." "I'm glad to hear that." A cold breeze couldn't move his beautiful short army cut hazel hair but it made the hair stand up on Christa's back. Logan's face became stern. "Where's your jacket young lady?"
"At home in my closet."
"You wanna catch a cold? I'll have to feed you some of that nasty medicine."
"Do and you die." Christa said holding up her fist.
"Yes ma'am!" Logan did a quick salute with a grin. "But seriously, you'll catch a cold. Do you want to go over to my house for a cup of hot chocolate?" Christa suddenly remembered why she was walking home to her apartment.
"Sorry but I was just on my way home."
"Are you sure?" Logan asked but Christa had already made her way out of the park.
*~*
The alarm clock went off and the shower water ran. Two hours later Christa got what little sleep she could get and prepared herself for another day at school. She fried herself some eggs and toasted some toast and ate it quickly and washed it down with a glass of grapefruit juice. She pulled on a good pair of low hip in-style jeans and a jade colored long sleeved T-shirt that had a tin slit at the top and the number thirty-five on it in bronze yellow. She slipped on some tennis shoes grabbed her books and car keys and was out the door. Christa owned an emerald green Honda Jeep that she paid for with her salary from working at a Sally-Mart. She hopped into the front seat and slammed the door shut. The car roared and briskly turned out of the parking lot and drove off in a hurry. No, you can guess she wasn't concerned about getting to school on time but she didn't want to end up in the traffic that was always waiting for her like a dreaded curse on 465. She was at the intersection that flowed into the highway but decided that for once she'd take a break. She changed her coarse and fled down an open road that was behind a video store and followed that road till she was above the highway and crossed many roads and finally ended up at the high school parking lot ten minutes late. The young girl didn't care and entered 11th grade Lit/Comp and the first thing on her desk was a detention. Logan sat behind her and watched her fill out the slip and returned to her seat. The teacher, Miss Wig, was the most boring thing that lived on this planet. Her lessons put everyone to sleep in heartbeats and the only one who was getting A's was Logan. Whenever he got a good mark on a test he'd torment Christa till she slapped him upside his head. He didn't mind. He liked to get on her nerves when it came to showing off his A's and at the same time effacing the C's on her report cards. Christa couldn't stand him and hated him for his brilliant mind and good Lit skills.
"Ha! Made another A on that cumulative test."
"Show that 90 and above mark and I'll shove that A down your throat." Christa growled. Logan chuckled with his great smile on his thin strong face.
"Awwwww! What did you make Chris?" Christa shoved her paper into his face and Logan smoothed the gathered paper. He gasped when he saw the score. Infact, he let his jaw drop a couple of inches. "Ouch that's one bad grade. Worst one you've ever had." Christa didn't say anything and scribbled on her paper. "Hey you can make it up. You got A's all over the place in honors two years ago when you took this class. It's not like this coarse is any harder."
"But I failed Honors and now I'm taking the same coarse again. I'm lucky to be passing Algebra 2 with a C."
"If you put in effort you'd pass above me and everyone else in this class." Logan said sharply. "I remember back when we were in Elementary School. The teachers saw you as a genius; you could've become the next Albert Einstein. And C's were things you didn't know about. You got straight high A's all through your life and now here you are, failing badly in a freaking Literature class!" Christa fumed in her seat.
"Who are YOU to tell me what I can or can't do?!" She demanded quietly. "I've chosen the road and I'm living a life. That should be enough for you."
"Its not when I know you can do better." Christa didn't say anything. The teacher scribbled on the board with chalk and ran off some English composition for her students to do and then the bell rang. Luckily they weren't assigned any homework. Christa ran through another day of teacher lectures, piles of homework and the garbage the cafeteria dared to call school food. Fourth period was Algebra 2 and Mister Diaz was never in a good mood for math. He had tried to pass for science but the Board of Education rejected the idea because his students were the best at math in whole state of Georgia. Mister Diaz could care less if he let his entire room of students fail math. He just wanted to teach science but unfortunately for Christa and many students, were piled with problems every night. But luckily the torture only lasted one hour and then came the bell.
"Miss Farrah, can I have a word?" Mister Diaz asked from his desk.
"Yeah?" Christa said slouching in the chair that was beside his desk. "Another detention?"
"You're about to get one with that attitude of disrespect." He returned sharply. "I wanted to talk to you about your efforts." Christa rolled her eyes. * Another lecture coming up on the two o'clock train. * She thought.
"Mister Diaz, I would think that you of all people would be aware of my efforts."
"Well congratulations Miss Farrah. You're the worst student in this school. We are all very aware of your efforts."
"Really. You and what army?"
"Don't get on my nerves girl. It's bad enough putting up with your scores in my grade book."
"Just gets better doesn't it?"
"For me in this case yes. You're suspended."
"Wow."
"You have one day to clean up your acts and your effort and maybe, we won't expel you which is what, I first put on the table in the first place."
"Hmmm. Too bad.."
"If you don't care about education then why do you bothering coming to school?" Christa stared at him and then looked away.
"My parents wanted the best for me."
"Then lord save them if they found out what a slut you've become." He said with a strong hatred that only came out around her. "Get out of my classroom." Christa stood up and left with a slam of the door. Failing.That's what Christa was now good at. It shouldn't have supprised herself that Diaz finally came off at her about her grades but it seemed to have impacted her like a heavy burden that was always on her shoulders that she could never relieve. A burden that Christa put on herself. * Why didn't they take me with them?! * She angrily asked in her self- conscious mind. * Why did they leave me here? Alone? With no support or love from anyone? I am nothing without them. I gave up everything when they left me hoping my day of leave would come.but it hasn't.I'm stuck here alone.all alone.there's nothing for me, no one who understands me, no one who can help me. All alone. * An angered fist broke out and slammed into the girl's bathroom stall. She had skipped her last class because all the pains of being alone without love came down on her like bricks. * If life won't take me away.then I'll leave myself. * Christa held her breath at the thought. Her own hand taking her own life.but what was left for her? She had no meaning in this world and no one cared. But.suicide.? She cupped her hands and imagined a weapon or gun closed tightly in her grasp. She would be killing herself and then her own blood would be stained on her soul when she returned to God. Was she prepared to face that consequence? To stand infront of him at that moment when the judgement day would come?
Christa shook her head slowly and filled the empty space in her hands with her face. The fourth period bell rang and Christa left the bathroom and went to her car and drove back to her apartment.