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As I lay on my mat that night, I thought. Who in the world sent me here without a trial? God, why does the world have to be so unfair? Where's Mom? Why didn't she protect me? I know that she cares for me, but where was she that night?
All these questions buzzed through my head but one fact still remained, I was here. And if I was going to stay here, I was going to get revenge on what she did. You want to know what she did? The she killed my great aunt, Katherine Barlow. My grandmother told me all about her. She was the sweetest thing that ever lived, until her grandfather killed her. Because of jealously. More than that. Maybe it was just because he had a cruel heart, no doubt, but the fact was still there, she died because of him. Lesson learned, she was the purest of heart, the sweetest of peaches, the kindest of women, fell in love like any woman, and drove mad because of her lover's death. Because she killed her. She killed her.
I wouldn't really care much about my aunt if it hadn't have been for my grandmother. I am that kind person that takes a lot for them to care about some one else, but the way my grandmother described my great aunt to me, it was like I had known her all my life. Like she was a part of me. She was the ubiquitous feeling every time I got mad, I would think of what she would do, before she went mad herself. When I was scared, I would think of what she would do, before she lived in fear.
Another thing that the warden did (if you haven't already guessed by now), was not only kill my aunt, she killed someone very special to me. I loved-
"You," a voice said breaking my thought. I rolled my eyes. Pendanski. Arrgg. I don't want to deal with him. But I might as well get him off my ass before he becomes too much of a pain.
"My name's Dragon, not 'you'," I growled, rolling over on my side to face him.
"I know what your name is," Pendanski snapped. "Why are you here? What did you do this time?"
I sat up on my mat, the pain in my back still there, and brushed my hair away from my face before answering. "Stole pizza money from the deliver, ran away from the cops on a high speed chase, and the pain in my back was from either, A: they friggn' hit me so hard that I was knocked out for 48 hours, B: I fell off a bridge over an intersection, or C: I just felt like making myself come back here because I wanted to be with you wonderful bastards for a visit."
"Mighty fine speech," Pendanski said, after a long thought for a good enough comeback.
"Thank you. I worked on it whilst lying in the bed that you have a poor excuse for calling a hospital bed," I replied. "And you are a poor excuse for a 'professor' if I do say so myself."
"Well you can say that to yourself all you want, but at least I had more of an education than you did."
"Ouch. Frostbite. Does it look like I care?"
Pendanski stalled right there. I didn't secretly hide my pride from learning decent comebacks but smiled incessantly until he decided that the only thing to do was to stick his long crooked nose up in the air, and leave the tent without another word.
After the asshole had left, I resigned myself to pleasant sleep without further ado.
~I know that chapter was short, and ya'll are prolly wondering when the action is going to come in, but be patient my pretties, for Mark Twain once wrote, "Patience is a virtue," or at least someone else did. I don't keep up with who wrote quotes. I just quote them out. ( Anyway, I know that chapter was kewl so REVIEW!!!
As I lay on my mat that night, I thought. Who in the world sent me here without a trial? God, why does the world have to be so unfair? Where's Mom? Why didn't she protect me? I know that she cares for me, but where was she that night?
All these questions buzzed through my head but one fact still remained, I was here. And if I was going to stay here, I was going to get revenge on what she did. You want to know what she did? The she killed my great aunt, Katherine Barlow. My grandmother told me all about her. She was the sweetest thing that ever lived, until her grandfather killed her. Because of jealously. More than that. Maybe it was just because he had a cruel heart, no doubt, but the fact was still there, she died because of him. Lesson learned, she was the purest of heart, the sweetest of peaches, the kindest of women, fell in love like any woman, and drove mad because of her lover's death. Because she killed her. She killed her.
I wouldn't really care much about my aunt if it hadn't have been for my grandmother. I am that kind person that takes a lot for them to care about some one else, but the way my grandmother described my great aunt to me, it was like I had known her all my life. Like she was a part of me. She was the ubiquitous feeling every time I got mad, I would think of what she would do, before she went mad herself. When I was scared, I would think of what she would do, before she lived in fear.
Another thing that the warden did (if you haven't already guessed by now), was not only kill my aunt, she killed someone very special to me. I loved-
"You," a voice said breaking my thought. I rolled my eyes. Pendanski. Arrgg. I don't want to deal with him. But I might as well get him off my ass before he becomes too much of a pain.
"My name's Dragon, not 'you'," I growled, rolling over on my side to face him.
"I know what your name is," Pendanski snapped. "Why are you here? What did you do this time?"
I sat up on my mat, the pain in my back still there, and brushed my hair away from my face before answering. "Stole pizza money from the deliver, ran away from the cops on a high speed chase, and the pain in my back was from either, A: they friggn' hit me so hard that I was knocked out for 48 hours, B: I fell off a bridge over an intersection, or C: I just felt like making myself come back here because I wanted to be with you wonderful bastards for a visit."
"Mighty fine speech," Pendanski said, after a long thought for a good enough comeback.
"Thank you. I worked on it whilst lying in the bed that you have a poor excuse for calling a hospital bed," I replied. "And you are a poor excuse for a 'professor' if I do say so myself."
"Well you can say that to yourself all you want, but at least I had more of an education than you did."
"Ouch. Frostbite. Does it look like I care?"
Pendanski stalled right there. I didn't secretly hide my pride from learning decent comebacks but smiled incessantly until he decided that the only thing to do was to stick his long crooked nose up in the air, and leave the tent without another word.
After the asshole had left, I resigned myself to pleasant sleep without further ado.
~I know that chapter was short, and ya'll are prolly wondering when the action is going to come in, but be patient my pretties, for Mark Twain once wrote, "Patience is a virtue," or at least someone else did. I don't keep up with who wrote quotes. I just quote them out. ( Anyway, I know that chapter was kewl so REVIEW!!!