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To disappoint you, and relax me

She tilted her head up to the ceiling.
"Great friends," Jinx broke out laughing. "And I was suppose to have sooo much potential. They said I was your favorite! But they didn't know. No one knew."

0(F.l/A/sh--> B..aCk))

"Jinx, come here," a man grumbled.

"Yes, Headmaster?" A nervous, not quite a teenager yet, Jinx ran up.

"Grab your papers Jinx, and meet me in my office," he said strictly.

"Oh, okay," she turned around. She paused for a brief second, taking in the glares she received from the other students, and walked to her desk.

"What makes her so special," a kid whispered loud enough for her to hear.

"Nothing, I saw her score on her final in Mr. Rips class, it was pathetic!" a kid replied.

"She's the only one he calls by actual villain name," another kid across the room whispered.

"Maybe she doesn't have any other name. Maybe her parents NAMED her that," a girl laughed.

"Obviously!" another foreign whisper.

Judging, critics, insults, whispers, jealousy, and glares. They only got one thing in returned…

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

An alarm echoed throughout the hall.

Teachers ran out of the next door classes and knew what was coming from the door half across the room. Burned. They ran into the room, and stopped. They always stopped, though they always knew. Jinx standing in the middle of the classroom, the entire room seemed to have been burnt to pieces. Students shivered, eyes closed underneath their desks, other sobbing, some screaming from the pain, and others…sleeping. Some of the present teachers had the decency to act mortified, while other showed their true colors.

"Jinx, we'll have our eye on you," a teacher laughed.

"Oh Jinx," a teacher let out a fake dramatic gasp. One of the fake ones.

"Wow, we should send her out on evidence cleanup!" a teacher said to himself, barely kneeling on the ground to get a look at one of the kids under the desk. He look at the shocked boy, as a scientist might look at a abstract painting.

"Jinx, don't you need to go somewhere," the teacher who laughed raised his eyebrow. And finally after a few seconds of standing there, Jinx picked up her pieces of paper, and walked out, slowly. Her boots crushing the on the bits of ashes and burned papers. They wouldn't dare open their mouths again…not for another month. She walked down the hallway, as kids looked up from their test and eyed her. This gave her an utmost satisfaction. They were students who had been in her classes before, and no matter what the teacher told them, they learned the most important thing when they had her in their class. Don't mess with jinxes.

Before she knew it she was standing at her destination. She knocked calmly on the dark black door, which was painted such a black that she always wiped her hands, afraid that some of it would smear onto her knuckles…and perhaps…spread. A gold glittering plate above it, stated the word that were etched into each students mind with whatever they did.

HEADMASTER

"Come in, Jinx," a cool voice, barely above a whisper, but yet always heard announced. She turned the gold knob slowly, always only getting halfway before she felt it rip from her hands and thrown open. And always, strangely, she always felt as though she had been ripped of something precious. Putting her, in a numb mood.

"Take a seat, Jinx," he said with his back turned to her.
She quietly sat down, clasping her hands. Waiting silently for him to speak, and start the conversation. The ticking of the Grandfather Clock against the wall, always taunting her. It was always like this, the silence, except for the…

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick,

She was going insane, every time. She never lasted long, and never could drown out the ticking of the clock with her own thoughts.

"I heard the alarm again, Jinx" the Headmaster announced quietly. And Jinx looked up surprised. Always shocked, because she had become accustomed at those times of insanity to believe he had become mute…his tongue sliced out, by his own knife, and was using his clock to speak for him. She began to realize what he had just said, and stared at him quizzically. What did he expect her to reply to something like this? Or any of his statements or questions? They're never seemed to have a correct answer. The one test, she seemed to miserably fail at. "You must learn to use that anger, against those who disrespect not only you but us, Jinx," he emphasized every word.

"I…don't understand," she blurted out sincerely.

"Jinx, you can make others respect you in this school by, achieving in tests, and in combat games," he sighed sitting down at his desk.

"But you said…to get others to…respect me…" she clasped her hands harder.

"Don't twist my words around Jinx," he replied sternly. "I know what I said, and I am just adding to that."

"Oh," her mind raced with questions, but she knew better then to ask.

"I have great things in mind, Jinx, for you," he said, staring at her. His eyes, staring straight inside of her. Leaving Jinx to wonder…what did he see that always made him…

He shuddered a bit.

Her mind screamed not to, but she stared at him confused, at that shudder that followed his staring.

"Why," she barely got the word out to ask why he shuddered,before he turned sharply to her.

"You must, stop caring, Jinx," He crunched the papers on his desk. "You need to stop caring, about what other people want, and only want power."

"Power?" Jinx repeated.

"I know…I told you, Jinx…you needed respect. But you're older now, and to gain respect, you must gain power," he replied in a far off voice.

"I don't want…power," She mumbled.

"YES YOU DO JINX! IF YOU DON'T, YOU DO NOT FIT IN ANYWHERE!" he screamed.
She clenched her hands harder. "You have done bad, bad, things Jinx. You now, can only belong here. You're minds been wondering, I've seen it. How you crave to laugh with the other pathetic students in the hall, or be able to be close to them," he moved from his side of the desk, to her side, and stood next to her.
"Rearrange your feeling for respect Jinx, and learn to want power! Its what everyone wants! What you should want," he said in a voice as though he yearned to be able to burn it on her. She stared at him, pitifully.

Her voice…that voice whispered to her, "You thought he was strong, but see how pitiful he is?"

"Jinx, do you know, I had a daughter before?" he whispered. "You remind me, so much of her. I must repeat your name whenever I talked to you, to stop myself from calling you her name." "I always wished I was a better father, that I could have taught her things better. Which is why you caught my eye when you were sitting in the park. I was overjoyed with the fact that you took my words to heart. Something, that she refused to do. She was perfect, with such potential just like you. But in a last second, she changed everything, went against everything I said."

His eyes grew darker.

"She disappeared shortly after."

They stood there silently for a few seconds.

"Well? What have you learned?" his fathering voice lingering in his tone.

"That…" she replied numbly, "I am not your daughter."

SMACK

His hands felt like ice thrown upon a hot skillet. His hand stopped on her cheek, and his fingers curved, scratching her skin and his hand slowly went down her neck. Blood dripped, dark red, and she felt it tickle her neck. It was cold, and so was she.

"Go." he whispered.

Jinx stood up, looking as emotionless as the shadows. Just like the shadows. Anyone around, could have sworn she could just easily sink into them.

The door flew open once again, and she walked out, having it shut tightly, and hearing the click of a lock.
After the click, a sting came to her eyes and thick tears ran down her cheek, mixing with the blood. She slid down the black door. Why not add the darkness, to the blood and tears concoction, she felt seeping through her shirt? Even with the tears rolling down, she didn't utter a cry. She sat there helplessly, getting up before the bell rang, to change her shirt, and lie awake in bed, repeating his last question, and in the end, gaining a different answer.

"Well, what have you learned?" his voice echoed

"That your daughter, didn't just disappear," a whisper replied.

0(End F.l/A/sh--> B..aCk --))

Jinx opened her eyes to the plastic wall.

"Afterwards, he didn't say my name, wouldn't talk to me individually, and his eyes passed by me like a rock on the ground. Before I was a lone worker, then he added me to a team. I started getting high marks, but my powers seemed to weaken, and kids in the school seemed to respect me more. I was able to eat lunch with them, from then on, unlike before when I was forced to stay in classroom to do extra work. But I would have given anything, for him to say my name again," she whispered it to herself. The Teen Titans, and Kid Flash, only able to grab bits and pieces.

"Jinx…are you…okay?" Beast boy, coughed. She turned to stare at the confused. They looked at her, fear evident in their faces.

"What's wrong," she raised her eyebrow.

"Well…you were talking to yourself…and before you laughed…" Robin said.

"They thought I had gone insane?" Jinx opened her mouth. She laughed loudly.

"You all are a bit slow," she blurted out.

"Heh, let them shiver for a while," she said to herself, and giggled outloud. Laughing even harderat their freaked out faces.

I told myself...back to the plot...and a bigger chapter...but noooo would my keyboard lisen to me? I think not.
Next chapterback to plot...promise

Though this chapter was a bit harder with the amazingly hard dialog, (I hate grammer, and spelling) and the...bold/italics/underline/center/ etcetera

btw, I shudder at the "ect" use in any form of writing.

Well thats my writing moral for today.

I keep on wanting to quote you guys on your reviews...and then answer them...in my story...but...it just seems I add "author bits" too much. Next chapter, I'll add some "replies"

Btw.

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