Beep… Beep…Beep… BAM!
Icy Vhikers let out a tired groan, as she looked in agitation at the clock she had just thrown across the room. It was now as helpful as an ant was at a picnic. She let out a yawn, and rolled over, only to have the cold hardwood floor to greet her with a slam in the face. She let out a muffled "Damn it!" and lay there for several minutes before realizing that if she didn't get up, she was going to be late to school.
And then Ducky would chop my head off… She thought, as she slowly pulled herself off the floor. She snatched her clothing off her dresser and headed toward the bathroom. She came out after ten minutes, nursing her finger, which had been burnt with hot water. She ran a brush quickly through her hair, and headed downstairs. She didn't eat breakfast and told her parents a quick goodbye as she headed outside, grabbing her book bag as she hurried to her car. She silently cursed herself for not doing her Algebra homework. She started the car and drove to her friend's house.
Icy had thick, dark brown hair, and it fell just above her hips. It was usually fairly messy; she never bothered to take the time to do anything to it but brush it. She had bangs that fell to her chin, but they generally fell in front of her face. Her eyes were a dark brown, hidden by a pair of glasses. She was a tad bit on the short side; most of the girls at school were taller then her. She was currently wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a slightly to large white t-shirt that read in red ink, in small print: "Bang." She also wore a pair of backless black sandals.
"Hello, Kara," Icy greeted Koralynn Quaxy's sister after arriving, and headed toward Koralynn's room, "Ducky! Hurry up!"
"Hold your horses," was the irritated response. Icy crossed her arms impatiently. After several minutes the door opened. Icy raised an eyebrow.
"Who are you trying to impress?"
Ducky flushed several different shades of red. "No one," she mumbled. She wore a deep red dress that fell just above her knees, and had one sleeve, a spaghetti strap. Her sandals were a dark red as well. Her hair had been brushed out neatly, and flatly.
"Uh huh," Icy said with a smile and a teasing tone, "That's why you straitened your hair?"
Ducky gave a rather sheepish grin. Her blonde hair usually stuck out in all angles. "Okay, okay," She said, "Maybe it might be a boy. And maybe this boy's first name is Blake…"
"Hudson, huh?" Icy asked with a grin, "Well if you want him, you got him. He's always drooling over you,"
"Really?" Ducky's eyes shone with hope. Icy shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"What's with you? You usually don't get hung up with a boy," Icy said, slightly amused.
"I don't know," Ducky mused, "Why aren't you in the clouds?"
"I don't know," Icy blinked "Very unusual, ain't it?"
"Yep. Am I sure I want you to drive me to school?" Ducky had a smirk and a mocking tone.
"It was an accident!" whined Icy, "You barely got hurt! The car hit your side and I ended up with the most damage!"
"Yeah, but now you got my car in the shop. I'm not sure what I was thinking, letting you drive," Ducky chuckled and grabbed her backpack before heading towards the door. Icy stood there blinking for a few moments before realizing she needed to follow her.
"I can borrow your car after school, right?" Ducky asked as they got into the car.
"Yeah," Icy said with a nod as she pulled out of the driveway.
Ducky was a pretty down-to-earth girl. She could get caught up with a boy, sometimes; Icy had begun to notice this. Ducky had begun dating a lot earlier then Icy; Icy absolutely refused the thought of dating before the age of sixteen. Ducky and Icy were definitely different in several ways. Ducky could generally be found shopping or hanging out with her friends.
Icy however, lived her life in the clouds. She was constantly daydreaming. She dreamed of magic and peace, as well as war and other terrible things. She didn't understand why, but at times she found the wars, the death, rather comforting at times. You could usually find her with her nose stuck deep into a book, or a rather dreamy look across her face, meaning she was deep into a daydream. She absolutely loved to daydream of a school that would teach students magic.
They arrived at the school, and Icy parked the car safely. She handed Ducky the keys before climbing out. There were a few minutes before the school bell would ring, and Icy noticed a fight going on. Her ears perked up slightly and she came closer to the fight and watched in amusement. Ducky gave her an odd look, raising her eyebrows. Icy shrugged. She knew that it wasn't very like her to enjoy violence, but she couldn't help it. She had recently found them rather entertaining to watch. Icy shook her head, thinking.
Icy had very few classes with Ducky, so at the end of the school day, she rushed to her locker, not worried that Ducky would miss her. She quickly shoved her things in her backpack, slammed her locker shut, and rushed out of the building, glad that she was out of that torturous prison.
Not to far after she left the school grounds, she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, sending her sprawling onto the cement. Her jeans had torn in the knee, and her palms were bleeding where she landed on them. She sighed, and snatched a couple books up that fell out of her backpack, and made sure it was zipped this time. She stood up, and continued hurrying up, only stopping to turn to take a shortcut through the woods. She tripped again, crashing into a branch on one of the trees and ripping her shirt; her hair became entangles with leaves and twigs. She muttered things to herself, and continued on her way home. Unfortunately she stumbled and fell down the hill that she had planned to walk down. She silently cursed her klutziness, and when she stood up, she found herself face-to-face with a girl she hated most, Courtney Zayquist.
"Ever clean yourself up, Vhikers?" Courtney's tone was cruel and mocking. Icy said nothing, and turned to leave. However, when the taunting did not stop, Icy did something she never dreamed she would do. She turned around and punched Courtney in the face. Twice. Courtney had both a black eye and a bloody nose. She was screaming bloody murder, so Icy turned and took off like a bat out of hell. Icy rushed to her house, up the stairs (though she fell down them the first time.) and made it to her room. She sat on her bed and looked in the mirror. She blinked; slowly realizing her glasses were broken. She reached up and took them off, sitting them on her nightstand.
Suddenly her eyes widened and she let out a cry of pain. "Damn it… Pain… Hurt… Fu… Shouldn't swear… Damn… Pain… Shi… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
As it had turned out, Icy had sprained her ankle. She had been so mad and in such a rush she hadn't noticed until she had calmed down. As she lay down to sleep at the night, she cursed herself for being so stupid.