Chapter 11 wonderer
Mr. Scary: "Hello class! I am your new Science teacher since Mrs. Simpson decided to go on a permanent vacation to Hawaii since she won the lottery yesterday." He said while taking attendance.
He looked up at the class and smiled a toothy grin letting us all see his gold tooth.
Tea:" Gross!" she muttered behind me.
Just then a girl walked into the classroom. Her Silky brown hair reached to her shoulders. She struggled with her books as she walked in.
Mr. Scary walked over to the middle of the room to introduce the class to her.
Mr. Scary:" Well class, we have a new student her name is Kada Parker."
He smiled at her then went back to his seat leaving Kada to find a desk. Her bright brown eyes looked over every student then stopped at the seat next Joey that stood empty.
She walked over and got settled. Suddenly a note fell on her desk. It read:
Hey wanna go out wit me Friday? -Kid next to ya
***Back to Nakhti's POV***
Kada seems nice. I looked over Joey's blond head to get a better glimpse of her. As I leaned forward, my hair brushed the pencil off my desk and then onto the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, Mr. Scary walked over to me.
Mr. Scary:" Hmm. let's see here, looking at a attendance sheet, You must be Nakthi Storm, now if you can not control your pencil from falling to the floor then you can just go to the principle about your problem."
With that he grabbed my pencil and threw it out the window. I snickered. 'I didn't like that damn pencil anyway, that moron just made my day!' I thought sarcastically.
He had heard my snicker and sent me to the principle. I could hear smirks and comments as I walked out into the hallway.
As I walked along the disserted hallways I sad to myself:
Nakhti: "Now.I wonder why he lost his old job?"
I knocked onto the Principles office door. I could hear some rustle of papers inside then a sharp voice yelled through the closed door: 'Come in!"
Mr. Frog (principle): "What is it?" looking very impatient.
Nakhti: "I like dropped a pencil by accident and then he like threw it out the window."
Mr. Frog leaned forward and studied me.
Mr. Frog: "Do you have any proof?" he asked suspiciously.
Nakthi: "The whole class." I answered truthfully, but sarcastically.
Mr. Frog sent me out and followed me back into Mr. Scary's classroom.
Mr. Scary looked at me then bowed to Mr. Frog.
'Ok.no wonder they call him Mr. Scary.' I thought to myself as I sat back into my seat.
Mr. Frog and Mr. Scary walked into the hallway just as the bell for lunch rang.
****Lunch***
Mrs. Liverwort served lunch today. Her tiny black eyes studied every one of us. I watched her as she lifted a giant spoon and plopped onto my tray a bunch of white puffy stuff with a brown liquid dripping off it.
Nakhti: "What is this?" I asked while poking the concoction with my finger.
Mrs. Liverwort: "If you don't like it then starve!" she snarled then went to another student. Kada was behind me.
Kada:" I think its mash potatoes." She said to me while grimacing.
We walked over to a nearby tree and sat down. While we were chocking down the school food Kada handed me a note.
Kada: "Do you know who wrote this? I got it in Mr. Scary's class.
I glanced at the wrinkled piece of paper. After noticing the handwriting I knew who wrote it.
Nakhti: "You see that blond kid over there?" I asked her while pointing to where yugi and his friends were seated.
Kada: "Um.yeah, you mean the one who is fighting over a brownie?" She asked.
Nakhti: "Yup, he wrote that note."
Kada:" Do you think I should go out with him?" she asked me nervously.
Nakhti: "He may look like a real moron but he's pretty sweat, I think you should go this Friday, maybe you'll like him."
Kada:" Ok, sounds great!"
*** Walking home***
I dragged my backpack as I struggled home. I felt a little quisy after lunch. I clutched my stomach as I ran to the nearest garbage can.
***After puking***
Nakhti: " aw.. yuck.gross" I muttered as I wiped my mouth.
I got back onto the sidewalk and started walking.
Nakhti:" evil mashed potatoes!" I mumbled as I neared my house.
As I neared Ryou's house I heard a faint crying.
I looked up to see this little girl crying. Her dark brown hair hasn't been combed in months. She sat on the edge of the curb. She was wearing only a dirty rag for a dress.
I watched as a woman, who worked for an orphanage, grasped the girl's arm and dragged her into the gray building, locking the Iron Gate.
I followed. Soon I was facing an over-weight woman, with gray hair, pulled back into a tight bun at her nape. (Meaning back of the neck for those who do not know what nape means)
Her cold eyes studied my every move. I tried to get past her but she was as wide as the hallway. Nakhti: "um...could you move.... please?" Miss. Frank: "You have no business here!" she snapped while literally throwing me out the door. I stumbled a few times and then turned back to see the little girls face perched up to the window. I sighed. I turned around and started home...again. ***Home*** Bakura: "Where were you?" He snapped as I entered the living room. Nakhti: "And you care why?" I asked sarcastically. Ryou sat along the couch watching the television without blinking. Bakura got up and stalked out of the room. I watched him go upstairs then slam a door. I walked over to Ryou. A long cut was on his left arm. I sat down next to him. Finally noticing that I was there, he turned out the television. I took his arm and rolled up his sleeve. The deep cut ran all the way to his shoulder. He shuddered. Nakhti: "Who did this?" Ryou just stood silent. Then his eyes wondered to my face then to somewhere beyond mine. I could see his eyed widen in fright. As I turned a fist connected with my jaw. I fell off the floor. I turned around enough to see Bakura standing over me. Ryou tried to get up but Bakura pushed him back down. Bakura grabbed my arm. He jerked me off the floor then pushed me into one of the glass tables in the room He smirked. The glass had cut in my skin, but not enough to keep me down. I got to my feet. Anger and Pain rose up from the pit of my stomach then to my heart. I clenched my fist to my sides. Bakura made a move to tackle me, but I dodged it. I ran over to Ryou. Grabbing him by the arms I made a run for the stairs. I threw Ryou into his bedroom. 'At least he won't be hurt for a while' I thought as I neared my room. A large hand, out of nowhere, spun me around and then shoved me into the corner of the hallway. He snickered. Probably thinking on how much of a weakling I am. I looked down at my feet. Bakura: "You are so pitiful it's amusing." And with that he punched me hard in my ribs. I cried out. My ribs began to scream. I was trying hard to keep standing up but I kept sliding down. Noticing the pain he had caused me he snickered then kicked my side before returning to his bedroom. I lay in the corner. Letting the puddle of blood just slide right out me. I didn't care. To think of it no one really did. I was alone and the only person who ever loved me was my mother and god had taken her away from me. I must of fell asleep. ***Narrirators POV*** As the clock stroked 5:00 am everyone started to get up, but Nakhti who was still asleep in her own blanket of blood. Bakura was getting dressed beyond his doors, while Ryou was trying to get up for school. bakura came out of his bedroom. He peered into Nakhti's bedroom but no one was there. The bed was neatly made and there weren't any bloodstains on the carpet, nothing. He started to walk again, when he saw the body of Nakhti, slumped onto the wall. He shuddered when remembering last night. He had lost his temple a little bit to far. 'But I am not supposed to care!' Bakura had shouted inside his head. He ignored the fact and walked up to Nakhti's mangled body. She had lost allot of blood. And clean cut was on her lip and shoulder. Her ribs were most likely broken again. The only think that wasn't stained from the blood was her hair. Its smooth black surface was neatly smoothed over her shoulder, nearly down to her hips. Bakura tried to get her up without causing her to wake up. Finally he was able to carry her to her bedroom. As He laid her down she opened her eyes. ***Nakhti's POV*** 'What does he want?' I thought as he placed me on my bed. I shuddered as he put pressure onto my ribs. He just starred at me with a what-am-I-supposed- to-do-? Look. Nakhti: "get me my nightgown, or something other than a bathing suit and my school uniform" I mumbled while trying to get up. I finally made progress. I was not going to school.
As I lifted myself off the back I stiffened. Pain shot through my body. Grabbed onto my desk as I tried to stand up. I struggled as I tried to get over to Bakura, who was making a mess of my clothes. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Nakhti: " Ok, you can go now!" I snapped. I wasn't going to forgive him just like that.
Bakura took another glance at me before leaving, shutting the door behind him. I changed slowly then turned on the radio. After about 2 minutes after searching for a descent radio station I stopped at Z100.
Soon the remix of in the end by linkin park filled my room.
"Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park... Then in the middle came Motion Man... And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit a remix [echo] One thing i don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time all i know, time was just slipping way and i watched it count down till the end of the day watched it watch me and the words that i say the echo of the clock rhythm in my veins i know that i didn't look out below and i watched the time go right out the window trying to grab hold, trying not to watch i wasted it all on the hands of the clock but in the end no matter what i pretend the journey is more important than the end or the start and what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when i tried so hard" I laid down on my bed as I listened.
"I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter"
Soon I was walking around the room, but stopped to just stare out of the window.
"Yo one thing, one thing i don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind i designed this rhyme to explain in due time all i know, time to so-socialize like the host of the party all for shake and made eye contact party control showing all that northeast, southwest coast stand out the window, no opportunity to mingle i tried to show her, if you could just sense a middle disorder i brought you back of the thing like the imaginary man of your dreams well, you would always seem to make it worth it a pig skin i never nerfed it you felt lovin, i never applied a room without bringing the plan by any means and means of leaving you teens, of all those teenage scenes, i tried so hard"
I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter
Linkin park, remix, Mo Mo Mo Motion Man linkin park, in the end, Kutmasta Kutmasta Kut Kutmasta Kurt linkin park, remix, Mo Mo Motion Man linkin park, in the end, Kutmasta Kurt"
I sighed as I left my room and wondered outside. The lyrics of the song followed me as it started to rain.
"One thing i don't know how it doesn't even matter when you look at it now because when i designed this rhyme i was scared of it all scared to fall, i hadn't even tried to crawl and i was forced to run, with you mocking me stopping me, back stabbing me constantly remembering all those times you fought with me watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy and now your mouth wishes it could inhale every single little thing you said and make it expel every single word you sputter just to get your piece, but it really doesn't matter to me because from the start to the end no matter what i pretend the journey is more important than the end or the start and what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of the time when i tried so hard
I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesnt even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesnt even matter.. In the end"
I must of wondered a bit to far, for I had entered a nightmare since I came here.
Mr. Scary: "Hello class! I am your new Science teacher since Mrs. Simpson decided to go on a permanent vacation to Hawaii since she won the lottery yesterday." He said while taking attendance.
He looked up at the class and smiled a toothy grin letting us all see his gold tooth.
Tea:" Gross!" she muttered behind me.
Just then a girl walked into the classroom. Her Silky brown hair reached to her shoulders. She struggled with her books as she walked in.
Mr. Scary walked over to the middle of the room to introduce the class to her.
Mr. Scary:" Well class, we have a new student her name is Kada Parker."
He smiled at her then went back to his seat leaving Kada to find a desk. Her bright brown eyes looked over every student then stopped at the seat next Joey that stood empty.
She walked over and got settled. Suddenly a note fell on her desk. It read:
Hey wanna go out wit me Friday? -Kid next to ya
***Back to Nakhti's POV***
Kada seems nice. I looked over Joey's blond head to get a better glimpse of her. As I leaned forward, my hair brushed the pencil off my desk and then onto the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, Mr. Scary walked over to me.
Mr. Scary:" Hmm. let's see here, looking at a attendance sheet, You must be Nakthi Storm, now if you can not control your pencil from falling to the floor then you can just go to the principle about your problem."
With that he grabbed my pencil and threw it out the window. I snickered. 'I didn't like that damn pencil anyway, that moron just made my day!' I thought sarcastically.
He had heard my snicker and sent me to the principle. I could hear smirks and comments as I walked out into the hallway.
As I walked along the disserted hallways I sad to myself:
Nakhti: "Now.I wonder why he lost his old job?"
I knocked onto the Principles office door. I could hear some rustle of papers inside then a sharp voice yelled through the closed door: 'Come in!"
Mr. Frog (principle): "What is it?" looking very impatient.
Nakhti: "I like dropped a pencil by accident and then he like threw it out the window."
Mr. Frog leaned forward and studied me.
Mr. Frog: "Do you have any proof?" he asked suspiciously.
Nakthi: "The whole class." I answered truthfully, but sarcastically.
Mr. Frog sent me out and followed me back into Mr. Scary's classroom.
Mr. Scary looked at me then bowed to Mr. Frog.
'Ok.no wonder they call him Mr. Scary.' I thought to myself as I sat back into my seat.
Mr. Frog and Mr. Scary walked into the hallway just as the bell for lunch rang.
****Lunch***
Mrs. Liverwort served lunch today. Her tiny black eyes studied every one of us. I watched her as she lifted a giant spoon and plopped onto my tray a bunch of white puffy stuff with a brown liquid dripping off it.
Nakhti: "What is this?" I asked while poking the concoction with my finger.
Mrs. Liverwort: "If you don't like it then starve!" she snarled then went to another student. Kada was behind me.
Kada:" I think its mash potatoes." She said to me while grimacing.
We walked over to a nearby tree and sat down. While we were chocking down the school food Kada handed me a note.
Kada: "Do you know who wrote this? I got it in Mr. Scary's class.
I glanced at the wrinkled piece of paper. After noticing the handwriting I knew who wrote it.
Nakhti: "You see that blond kid over there?" I asked her while pointing to where yugi and his friends were seated.
Kada: "Um.yeah, you mean the one who is fighting over a brownie?" She asked.
Nakhti: "Yup, he wrote that note."
Kada:" Do you think I should go out with him?" she asked me nervously.
Nakhti: "He may look like a real moron but he's pretty sweat, I think you should go this Friday, maybe you'll like him."
Kada:" Ok, sounds great!"
*** Walking home***
I dragged my backpack as I struggled home. I felt a little quisy after lunch. I clutched my stomach as I ran to the nearest garbage can.
***After puking***
Nakhti: " aw.. yuck.gross" I muttered as I wiped my mouth.
I got back onto the sidewalk and started walking.
Nakhti:" evil mashed potatoes!" I mumbled as I neared my house.
As I neared Ryou's house I heard a faint crying.
I looked up to see this little girl crying. Her dark brown hair hasn't been combed in months. She sat on the edge of the curb. She was wearing only a dirty rag for a dress.
I watched as a woman, who worked for an orphanage, grasped the girl's arm and dragged her into the gray building, locking the Iron Gate.
I followed. Soon I was facing an over-weight woman, with gray hair, pulled back into a tight bun at her nape. (Meaning back of the neck for those who do not know what nape means)
Her cold eyes studied my every move. I tried to get past her but she was as wide as the hallway. Nakhti: "um...could you move.... please?" Miss. Frank: "You have no business here!" she snapped while literally throwing me out the door. I stumbled a few times and then turned back to see the little girls face perched up to the window. I sighed. I turned around and started home...again. ***Home*** Bakura: "Where were you?" He snapped as I entered the living room. Nakhti: "And you care why?" I asked sarcastically. Ryou sat along the couch watching the television without blinking. Bakura got up and stalked out of the room. I watched him go upstairs then slam a door. I walked over to Ryou. A long cut was on his left arm. I sat down next to him. Finally noticing that I was there, he turned out the television. I took his arm and rolled up his sleeve. The deep cut ran all the way to his shoulder. He shuddered. Nakhti: "Who did this?" Ryou just stood silent. Then his eyes wondered to my face then to somewhere beyond mine. I could see his eyed widen in fright. As I turned a fist connected with my jaw. I fell off the floor. I turned around enough to see Bakura standing over me. Ryou tried to get up but Bakura pushed him back down. Bakura grabbed my arm. He jerked me off the floor then pushed me into one of the glass tables in the room He smirked. The glass had cut in my skin, but not enough to keep me down. I got to my feet. Anger and Pain rose up from the pit of my stomach then to my heart. I clenched my fist to my sides. Bakura made a move to tackle me, but I dodged it. I ran over to Ryou. Grabbing him by the arms I made a run for the stairs. I threw Ryou into his bedroom. 'At least he won't be hurt for a while' I thought as I neared my room. A large hand, out of nowhere, spun me around and then shoved me into the corner of the hallway. He snickered. Probably thinking on how much of a weakling I am. I looked down at my feet. Bakura: "You are so pitiful it's amusing." And with that he punched me hard in my ribs. I cried out. My ribs began to scream. I was trying hard to keep standing up but I kept sliding down. Noticing the pain he had caused me he snickered then kicked my side before returning to his bedroom. I lay in the corner. Letting the puddle of blood just slide right out me. I didn't care. To think of it no one really did. I was alone and the only person who ever loved me was my mother and god had taken her away from me. I must of fell asleep. ***Narrirators POV*** As the clock stroked 5:00 am everyone started to get up, but Nakhti who was still asleep in her own blanket of blood. Bakura was getting dressed beyond his doors, while Ryou was trying to get up for school. bakura came out of his bedroom. He peered into Nakhti's bedroom but no one was there. The bed was neatly made and there weren't any bloodstains on the carpet, nothing. He started to walk again, when he saw the body of Nakhti, slumped onto the wall. He shuddered when remembering last night. He had lost his temple a little bit to far. 'But I am not supposed to care!' Bakura had shouted inside his head. He ignored the fact and walked up to Nakhti's mangled body. She had lost allot of blood. And clean cut was on her lip and shoulder. Her ribs were most likely broken again. The only think that wasn't stained from the blood was her hair. Its smooth black surface was neatly smoothed over her shoulder, nearly down to her hips. Bakura tried to get her up without causing her to wake up. Finally he was able to carry her to her bedroom. As He laid her down she opened her eyes. ***Nakhti's POV*** 'What does he want?' I thought as he placed me on my bed. I shuddered as he put pressure onto my ribs. He just starred at me with a what-am-I-supposed- to-do-? Look. Nakhti: "get me my nightgown, or something other than a bathing suit and my school uniform" I mumbled while trying to get up. I finally made progress. I was not going to school.
As I lifted myself off the back I stiffened. Pain shot through my body. Grabbed onto my desk as I tried to stand up. I struggled as I tried to get over to Bakura, who was making a mess of my clothes. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
Nakhti: " Ok, you can go now!" I snapped. I wasn't going to forgive him just like that.
Bakura took another glance at me before leaving, shutting the door behind him. I changed slowly then turned on the radio. After about 2 minutes after searching for a descent radio station I stopped at Z100.
Soon the remix of in the end by linkin park filled my room.
"Hey yo when this first started off it was just Linkin Park... Then in the middle came Motion Man... And at the end of it all it was Kutmasta Kut wit a remix [echo] One thing i don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time all i know, time was just slipping way and i watched it count down till the end of the day watched it watch me and the words that i say the echo of the clock rhythm in my veins i know that i didn't look out below and i watched the time go right out the window trying to grab hold, trying not to watch i wasted it all on the hands of the clock but in the end no matter what i pretend the journey is more important than the end or the start and what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when i tried so hard" I laid down on my bed as I listened.
"I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter"
Soon I was walking around the room, but stopped to just stare out of the window.
"Yo one thing, one thing i don't know why it doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind i designed this rhyme to explain in due time all i know, time to so-socialize like the host of the party all for shake and made eye contact party control showing all that northeast, southwest coast stand out the window, no opportunity to mingle i tried to show her, if you could just sense a middle disorder i brought you back of the thing like the imaginary man of your dreams well, you would always seem to make it worth it a pig skin i never nerfed it you felt lovin, i never applied a room without bringing the plan by any means and means of leaving you teens, of all those teenage scenes, i tried so hard"
I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter
Linkin park, remix, Mo Mo Mo Motion Man linkin park, in the end, Kutmasta Kutmasta Kut Kutmasta Kurt linkin park, remix, Mo Mo Motion Man linkin park, in the end, Kutmasta Kurt"
I sighed as I left my room and wondered outside. The lyrics of the song followed me as it started to rain.
"One thing i don't know how it doesn't even matter when you look at it now because when i designed this rhyme i was scared of it all scared to fall, i hadn't even tried to crawl and i was forced to run, with you mocking me stopping me, back stabbing me constantly remembering all those times you fought with me watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy and now your mouth wishes it could inhale every single little thing you said and make it expel every single word you sputter just to get your piece, but it really doesn't matter to me because from the start to the end no matter what i pretend the journey is more important than the end or the start and what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of the time when i tried so hard
I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesnt even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesnt even matter.. In the end"
I must of wondered a bit to far, for I had entered a nightmare since I came here.