The next time Gun saw Lorrelligh was in History class-she sat in the
most remote corner of the extremely large classroom, which fell about three
rows behind him. Overcome with a new sense of interest involving the leper
of Mutant High, Gunther found himself glancing continually her way.
It wasn't until Gun was straining his neck to look at her that David nudged him and whispered, "What are you doing, Gun? You look a spaz."
"Shut up David," Gunther growled.
David glanced over at Lorrelligh and grinned, "Ya check'n her out?"
"No." Gunther said shortly and didn't say more.
"Then why are you staring at her?" David asked with an amused grin.
The other boys around them began to overhear the conversation and chimed in with their comments. "Just look at her hair, I wonder if she ever washes it," one commented and a roar of insults and laughter rose above the teacher's lecture. It took the teacher a few brief moments to scold the students into silence before going back into the lesson.
Looking back at Lorrelligh in hopes she had not heard the cruel comments, Gun saw the girl staring back at him. Her eyes met his in an intense glare. It seemed that she had heard them. From where he was sitting he could see a slight flicker as her eyes changed color. Without warning, a flood of despair and guilt flooded over him. Was this her doing? A pain of sheer emotion struck his heart and crept under his skin. He glanced around shakily and saw that he was the only one affected.
Suddenly, the bell rang and in the mass of students leaving the class, Gun lost sight of Lorrelligh. His heart still ached. It seemed she had cast her little spell on him and he was now under her whim. I must apologize, he thought to himself but wondered if that was just the emotions she had thrown on him thinking.
In the end, Gunther thought it would be best to make a mends and decided to speak with the girl when he saw her again.
Hand-to-Hand Combat class was always the toughest class. Mr. Logan was the instructor and he was the last person anyone would want to mess with. His face seemed to be eternally stuck in an expression of anger and his voice was always a growl.
Lorrelligh was utterly fascinated with him though. He was an intricate form of emotions ranging from an unsettling loneliness that she guessed he showed only rarely to a sheer power of fierce animal spirit.
She wanted to learn everything he had to teach, and paid attention to the fullest in each of his lessons. Karate had always interested her as a child, but she never seemed to have gotten into for one reason or another.
This was the only class that had the maximum of twenty-four students, all of which were females. Lorrelligh was almost totally sure that of these people, none of them liked her. She didn't need to over hear their conversations to know it, the room buzzed with their fear and hostility. At first, Lorrelligh didn't understand why they could have such a harsh opinion on her; she had come here in hopes of getting away from the anger raised over being a mutant. Now everything was clear, and with grim realization, Lorrelligh knew that pain and anger was everywhere.
Mr. Logan had put the students in pairs to review what they had covered in the lesson, which placed Lorrelligh with a girl by the name of Rebecca Wagner. This girl was short and had a rather appearance. She had blue hair that fell complementary to her pale skin and solid golden eyes. She had a strange but peaceful look that captured Lorrelligh's attention. She faintly wondered if the girl was related to the fellow covered in blue fur, Gunther Wagner.
"Listen up half pints. Stick to what was covered in the lesson. If I see anyone doing anything besides reviewing the techniques I taught you then they will find out how mean of a man I can really be. Got it?" Mr. Logan's voice roared and everyone answered in silent nods.
"Alright. Begin." As soon as those words left his mouth, the area was instantly filled with noise.
Rebecca and Lorrelligh rehearsed the combinations of blocks and movements for a while before either said anything. "Ya know no one wants you here," Rebecca said casually.
Of course Lorrelligh knew that, she knew it the moment she stepped onto the school's property. However, she didn't think someone would be so blunt as to say it to her face, "Yeah I figured that out after being ignored and shunned for two weeks straight." Lorrelligh leaped over Rebecca's sweep kick.
"Then why do you stay?" asked Rebecca as she tried to catch her breath. Good question was what Lorrelligh wanted to say. She was beginning to wonder why she was here herself. After a few moments later she answered in a quiet and cold tone, "I haven't anywhere else to go."
Rebecca was about to say something but she interrupted by the screaming of another student. Both of them jerked their heads to see a girl named Chloe lying on the ground holding her leg in pain. As Mr. Logan ran over to her, as did a few other students, a group of girls walked over to Lorrelligh and Rebecca.
The leader of this group was a rather cruel girl by the name of Tiffany. She had already tripped Lorrelligh many times this week and was probably the one responsible for destroying Lorrelligh's room when she first arrived.
"Well hey there, its Lorr the whore." Tiffany spat as she approached.
Lorrelligh tightened her hands into fists, but remained silent. She had to be the better person. Tolerance, her mother had definitely taught her tolerance. She stared at the other girl with an unemotional mask.
"What's wrong? Can't you talk? Or are you too stupid to understand me?" Tiffany said, which was followed by laughter from the other girls.
"Actually I can talk just fine, Tiffany. I only choose not to waste words on morons," Lorrelligh said with a calm tone as she met Tiffany's eyes evenly. There was a brief moment of giggles among the group and then a malicious grin crossed Tiffany's small face. Lorrelligh could sense the tinge of embarrassment and anger in Tiffany and beneath it there was a bundle of unresolved issues. It was no wonder she looked to take her pain out on others. Lorrelligh shook her head and sighed, pity for Tiffany rising.
"Not even the teachers like you. None of us like you. Hell, why don't you leave and do us all a favor?" Tiffany said with a bitter tone.
Lorrelligh's reply came slow and sounded distant, "Why do you all want me gone so bad? What will it achieve to have me gone? I am just like all of you, I am a mutant too."
"The only difference is you scare everyone. I even heard you killed someone." Tiffany said with a sneer and a wave of whispering traveled through the gathered group.
Lorrelligh hung her head low as memories clouded her mind, "That is not true. I didn't kill anyone." When she looked up her eyes had shifted to a pale violet and then to a burning red. "You people will never understand." Without another word, she walked off.
It wasn't until Gun was straining his neck to look at her that David nudged him and whispered, "What are you doing, Gun? You look a spaz."
"Shut up David," Gunther growled.
David glanced over at Lorrelligh and grinned, "Ya check'n her out?"
"No." Gunther said shortly and didn't say more.
"Then why are you staring at her?" David asked with an amused grin.
The other boys around them began to overhear the conversation and chimed in with their comments. "Just look at her hair, I wonder if she ever washes it," one commented and a roar of insults and laughter rose above the teacher's lecture. It took the teacher a few brief moments to scold the students into silence before going back into the lesson.
Looking back at Lorrelligh in hopes she had not heard the cruel comments, Gun saw the girl staring back at him. Her eyes met his in an intense glare. It seemed that she had heard them. From where he was sitting he could see a slight flicker as her eyes changed color. Without warning, a flood of despair and guilt flooded over him. Was this her doing? A pain of sheer emotion struck his heart and crept under his skin. He glanced around shakily and saw that he was the only one affected.
Suddenly, the bell rang and in the mass of students leaving the class, Gun lost sight of Lorrelligh. His heart still ached. It seemed she had cast her little spell on him and he was now under her whim. I must apologize, he thought to himself but wondered if that was just the emotions she had thrown on him thinking.
In the end, Gunther thought it would be best to make a mends and decided to speak with the girl when he saw her again.
Hand-to-Hand Combat class was always the toughest class. Mr. Logan was the instructor and he was the last person anyone would want to mess with. His face seemed to be eternally stuck in an expression of anger and his voice was always a growl.
Lorrelligh was utterly fascinated with him though. He was an intricate form of emotions ranging from an unsettling loneliness that she guessed he showed only rarely to a sheer power of fierce animal spirit.
She wanted to learn everything he had to teach, and paid attention to the fullest in each of his lessons. Karate had always interested her as a child, but she never seemed to have gotten into for one reason or another.
This was the only class that had the maximum of twenty-four students, all of which were females. Lorrelligh was almost totally sure that of these people, none of them liked her. She didn't need to over hear their conversations to know it, the room buzzed with their fear and hostility. At first, Lorrelligh didn't understand why they could have such a harsh opinion on her; she had come here in hopes of getting away from the anger raised over being a mutant. Now everything was clear, and with grim realization, Lorrelligh knew that pain and anger was everywhere.
Mr. Logan had put the students in pairs to review what they had covered in the lesson, which placed Lorrelligh with a girl by the name of Rebecca Wagner. This girl was short and had a rather appearance. She had blue hair that fell complementary to her pale skin and solid golden eyes. She had a strange but peaceful look that captured Lorrelligh's attention. She faintly wondered if the girl was related to the fellow covered in blue fur, Gunther Wagner.
"Listen up half pints. Stick to what was covered in the lesson. If I see anyone doing anything besides reviewing the techniques I taught you then they will find out how mean of a man I can really be. Got it?" Mr. Logan's voice roared and everyone answered in silent nods.
"Alright. Begin." As soon as those words left his mouth, the area was instantly filled with noise.
Rebecca and Lorrelligh rehearsed the combinations of blocks and movements for a while before either said anything. "Ya know no one wants you here," Rebecca said casually.
Of course Lorrelligh knew that, she knew it the moment she stepped onto the school's property. However, she didn't think someone would be so blunt as to say it to her face, "Yeah I figured that out after being ignored and shunned for two weeks straight." Lorrelligh leaped over Rebecca's sweep kick.
"Then why do you stay?" asked Rebecca as she tried to catch her breath. Good question was what Lorrelligh wanted to say. She was beginning to wonder why she was here herself. After a few moments later she answered in a quiet and cold tone, "I haven't anywhere else to go."
Rebecca was about to say something but she interrupted by the screaming of another student. Both of them jerked their heads to see a girl named Chloe lying on the ground holding her leg in pain. As Mr. Logan ran over to her, as did a few other students, a group of girls walked over to Lorrelligh and Rebecca.
The leader of this group was a rather cruel girl by the name of Tiffany. She had already tripped Lorrelligh many times this week and was probably the one responsible for destroying Lorrelligh's room when she first arrived.
"Well hey there, its Lorr the whore." Tiffany spat as she approached.
Lorrelligh tightened her hands into fists, but remained silent. She had to be the better person. Tolerance, her mother had definitely taught her tolerance. She stared at the other girl with an unemotional mask.
"What's wrong? Can't you talk? Or are you too stupid to understand me?" Tiffany said, which was followed by laughter from the other girls.
"Actually I can talk just fine, Tiffany. I only choose not to waste words on morons," Lorrelligh said with a calm tone as she met Tiffany's eyes evenly. There was a brief moment of giggles among the group and then a malicious grin crossed Tiffany's small face. Lorrelligh could sense the tinge of embarrassment and anger in Tiffany and beneath it there was a bundle of unresolved issues. It was no wonder she looked to take her pain out on others. Lorrelligh shook her head and sighed, pity for Tiffany rising.
"Not even the teachers like you. None of us like you. Hell, why don't you leave and do us all a favor?" Tiffany said with a bitter tone.
Lorrelligh's reply came slow and sounded distant, "Why do you all want me gone so bad? What will it achieve to have me gone? I am just like all of you, I am a mutant too."
"The only difference is you scare everyone. I even heard you killed someone." Tiffany said with a sneer and a wave of whispering traveled through the gathered group.
Lorrelligh hung her head low as memories clouded her mind, "That is not true. I didn't kill anyone." When she looked up her eyes had shifted to a pale violet and then to a burning red. "You people will never understand." Without another word, she walked off.