Chapter Four:
Getting Over You
Disclaimer: I don't own WHR or the characters. I just write about them. I do own my made-up characters, though. So, don't touch them, please.
Robin ran down the sidewalk that ran through her neighborhood outside of San Fransisco, California. It was a rather small subdivision. Quiet, safe, beautiful. And yet, it was missing something. Something that Robin could not her finger on. For she felt if she did, it would burn and rot away.
Perhaps I should have taken Tera's offer to give me a ride to work Robin thought to herself, shaking her head to get some stray strands of hair out of her face. Thank goodness she was getting her drivers lisence soon.
A car that looked like it had seen better days rode by with a bunch of teenagers around her age in it. About three of them were boys.
One of them, who happened to be wearing a baseball cap over his messy hair, turned and saw her running down the sidewalk in less-then-sanitary cloths. Smiling a rueful grin, he tapped the boy sitting next to him in the driver's seat and pointed back at her.
The driver peeked around his friend and looked over at Robin running down the street. He, too, smiled. Then, reaching back with a free hand, he punched the last guy, who was in the back making out with his girlfriend.
Now completely ignoring his woman, the boy gazed out of the window at Robin with eyes that suggested he had been drinking. Pushing the girl he had been swapping saliva with aside, he went over to the window of the car and yelled out of it.
"Hey, baby! Come over here!" He shouted in a slurred voice. The other two boys began whistling in agreement; their girlfriends all had their arms crossed in anger.
Robin did her best to ignore them, but they kept making cat-calls at her. One even shouted to her that she had a nice ass.
Beginning to fume at these boys' horrible behavior, Robin stared over at them. In response all of them began shouting out in victory.
"Yeah, baby! I know you want me! Come on over here and give me some!" The driver yelled, getting chuckles from his friends.
Robin rolled her green eyes, beginning to get very annoyed.
Amon wouldn't stand for this. She thought to herself. Amon's image suddenly popped into her mind, giving her a little bit of strength. A flame appeared in her eyes. It started as a flicker, then burned up into a roaring fire.
A sound like the sudden clap of a thunder cloud came from the engine of the old car. The boys and girls that were riding in the car screamed and got out as fast as they could. As soon as they were able to roll away, the car jumped about five feet in the air before it landed upside down in nearby yard. All of the teenagers stood up, brushing themselves off and nursing what wounds they managed to get.
Seeing this, Robin panicked and turned away from the awful sight.
Damn it, I should not have done that! She beraded herself mentally. But how could she have not? If she had just stayed neutral, they would have probably kept bothering her until she had gotten to the middle school she worked at.
"But it was the wrong thing to do..." She said to herself softly, closing her eyes as tears brimmed the edges of them. Amon's angry face appeared in the blackness. Then, unexpectedly, it softened. He mouthed something to her. To Robin's already confused mind, it looked alot like he was telling her that it was alright. That he knew she hadn't meant to hurt those kids.
A soft breeze suddenly swept passed Robin's cheek, as if Amon were really her. It made the young witch's heart speed up and her cheeks begin to flush. Another gentle wind brushed over her lips. The Amon in her mind's eye had just given her a soft, sweet kiss.
Robin could now hardly distinguish what was real and what wasn't. She could not tell if she was running or not. Everything was spinning around her at a fast rate.
Amon... She breathed out his name in her mind. God, she missed him.
Everything suddenly came down around her when Robin accidently ran headlong into a passing pedestrian. Falling foreward with a cry, the young girl fell on to her knees. Her handbag opened on impact, spilling everything inside of it.
"I'm sorry. Are you hurt at all?" A kind voice asked. Robin shook her head, raising one of her hands to rub the back of her neck.
A pair of strong, large hands softly grabbed on to her shoulders and helped her stand erect.
"I really do apologize. But it also might help if you ran with your eyes open." The man said quietly. Robin nodded, rubbing her forehead.
"I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have been running with my eyes closed. I truely apologize." She answered the young man as she turned around.
He was good-looking is all she could really say. His long, brown hair was tied in a ponytail. His black shirt ended just above his knees and had the name of a local band written across the front in white. His blue jeans had numerous holes and on his feet he wore sandles.
Robin could not help but giggle at this sight. Holding a slender hand to her mouth, she tried her best not to let her laughter escape her.
The man immeadiately noticed this and raised a knowing eyebrow.
"My appearence amuse you?" He asked thoughtfully, giving Robin a smile. The witch nodded, bring down her hand has her chuckles subsided.
"I'm sorry. It's just...I've never seen anyone that looks like you. Or...dresses like you." She said, gesturing at his at his attire. The man let out a single laugh, nodding his head in agreement.
"Yeah, I geuss I do look a little strange. But then again, I don't really care what people think about me." He explained to her. Then, bringing up his gaze to stare at at her, he looked Robin over hopefully.
"Well, what about you? I've never seen you around before. What's your name?" He asked, holding out his right hand. Robin noticed that his gloves had holes for his fingers to poke through.
"I'm Robin-Robin Sena. And you are...?" She trailed off, waiting for him to state his name. The man smiled as he dropped her hand and put his own into his pocket.
"I'm Andy Dickinson. Pleased to meet you Robin." He said kindly. Robin smiled and gave a curt nod.
"As am I." She said softly. Andy grinned back at her, then cocked his head, as if regaurding her.
"So...where were you heading to in such a hurry, any way? Do you have to catch a plane or something?" He asked as he looked at his watch. Seeing this, Robin gasped and quickly stooped down to gather her things. She mumbled curse words under her breath in Japanese, not realizing that Andy could hear.
"Uh...I beg your pardon?" He asked softly, his eyes widening when she gave him the most coldest stare he could imagine. And yet, she spoke to him in an completely polite voice.
"I was on my way to work. I was already late, but now I'm way passed my time limit. I'm sorry, but I need to go now." And with that, she quickly stood up and ran off down the sidewalk.
It was nice meeting you!" She called out to him, never really shouting above a level voice.
Andy watched the strange, young woman as she continued down the street. He then looked down at his feet and gasped when saw a pair a thin, half-moon specticles laying on the ground in front of him. Picking them up gently, he waved after Robin.
Hey, Miss.! You forgot your-" She was already gone.
Sighing, Andy stuffed the tiny glasses into his pocket and began walking after the young girl called Robin Sena.
The young witch had just began crossing over the Golden Gate Bridge. All she had to do was cross over the San Fransisco Bay, head down a couple alleyways, and she'd be there.
Unfortunetly, she only half-way over the bridge. It was going to take awhile to get to the middle school.
Robin let out a few colorful words in Japanese, cursing her bad luck. She always seemed to have days like this. Hopefully the principal, Mrs. Jacobs, would not be too mad with her.
Finally crossing over the bridge and into downtown San Fransisco, Robin turned to the right and ran quickly down the sidewalk; running into a couple of passerbys as she went.
"Excuse me! I'm sorry! Pardon me!" She shouted over the noise of the busy street as she squeezed through everyone blocking her way.
People stared coldly at the young girl as she pushed passed them. Some even shouted curse words at her.
Robin really hadn't meant to make them angry, but she was in a hurry. Her job depended on it.
A song was playing somewhere. It sounded sort of familiar to Robin, though she couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Continuing to run down the sidewalk, the young witch listened to the music as it filtered out of a nearby resturaunt that Robin had trouble remembering the name of. The song was quite beautiful and seemed to match her situation
Lets go back
Back to the beginning
Back to when the earth
The sun, the stars
All alinged
Cause perfect
Didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle was no life
I defy
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean
ooooooh...
Robin quickly turned down a sidestreet, loosing the song behind her as she got farther away. Not that she cared...the song only made her feel worse about her day.
She was nearly there. All she had to do now was head around the corner of the local Wendy's and she'd be facing the school.
"Oh, please don't let me be as late as I think I am..." Robin begged to no one in particular. She really needed this job. It wouldn't have been any good for her or Tera if she were to suddenly loose it.
She was finally there. She was now facing the front of Zachary Adams Middle School. The only problem was, it seemed as if no one but her had arrived. The whole front lawn was empty and not a soul was in sight.
"Oh, great..." She whispered to herself, hefting her handbag higher up on her shoulder before running over to the huge, white building.
After sprinting across the front lawn of the school, Robin burst through the doors into the sixth grade hallway. Stopping to catch her breath, she looked up and down the long hall. It was completely empty, except for maybe a few test papers littering the floor.
Groaning in her frustration, Robin quickly turned left and ran as fast as her sore legs could carry her.
In what seemed to be hours, she finally reached the doors that would lead her to the annexation of the eighth grade building.
"Oh, this isn't fair!" She cried out softly, pulling open the double doors to the building. When she did, however, her bad luck allowed her to come face-to-face with Mrs. Jacobs, the school principal.
The 50-year-old woman looked down at Robin, who was an entire head shorter than her, with her hooked nose.
"Oh, really?" She asked in a deep, rich voice that the Queen of England would've been proud of. Robin downcast her eyes and gazed down at her boots.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs. Please, forgive me." She pleaded softly, her voice barely raising above a whisper. The old principal sniffed, trying to catch the young woman's attention.
"Raise your head, child." She demanded. Robin obliged immeadiately. The young witch was careful not to let her boss see the tears prickling the edges of her eyes.
Mrs. Jacobs stared at her for a moment, before her lips broke into a tight smile. This sight also made Robin cheer up slightly. This was because the grin that Mrs. Jacobs was giving her looked like it would fall to pieces if she were to move her lips; even if it was just a quiver.
"Robin, this is the fourth time now. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Mrs. Jacobs asked in a low voice through her porcelainlike teeth. Robin, closed her eyes and shook her head. She was going to lose her job, she just knew it.
Mrs. Jacobs sniffed again, as if she were trying to sniff for something without taking a really deep breath.
"Very well, then. Get off to your classroom. Your students are waiting for you." She said in her deep, manlike voice before pushing gently passed Robin.
Gasping, the young woman quickly turned to stare at Mrs. Jacobs's back before she disappeared into the main building. A smile suddenly brightened up Robin's face. It was the same smile she had on when Amon first told her that she could go on a mission with him and the others.
Robin suddenly shook her head, her smile fading. She had not needed that last image.
Then, sighing, Robin turned around and pulled open the doors once again."Good morning, class. Forgive me for being late." Robin announced to her first period Social Studies class. Every one of the students, all aged thirteen to fourteen years, quieted down as she entered the room.
Setting her large purse down on her oak desk, Robin faced the class with a smile on her face.
"If you all will please open your textbooks to page 231, we'll get started." She said politely. The room suddenly came alive with the thudding sound of large, hardback books being opened.
Her smile widening, Robin headed back to her desk and reached into her purse to find a dry-erase marker. She pulled out instead the carving knife she had grabbed by mistake while heading out of her house this morning.
Panicking, Robin peeked quickly from side-to-side to make sure none of her students had witnessed her mistake. Then, moving quickly, she dropped the sharp object into the trash can next to her desk.
Robin breathed a sigh of relief. She then looked back up at her students and tried to smile as innocently as she could.
"Right. Lets get started then, shall we?" She told them softly.Me: Here's the latest chapter to my story. It's not exactly great, but I like the ending. Poor Robin.
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Well, then I better start running, because I've called Amon cute loads of time. And while I'm at it, I should probably get a bullet proof vest. :) Oh, yes, and don't put A/R through too much hell.