Chapter Three: Monster
The bell sounded in the hallway. Hurriedly, I wiped tears from my eyes. The pranks were getting worse. Rapidly, I loosened the braid from my hair. The black strands fell three inches shorter than they had when I had pulled it into a tight French braid. I ran my fingers through the thick hair trying to straighten it. No matter what I did, I couldn't change it. It was wavy from being in a tight braid since the night before.
"Carson?" Kitty asked, suddenly beside me. "Are you… you're hair…" her voice trailed off. "Chris Jole, right?"
I nodded, more tears falling from my eyes.
"We gotta do something about this," she muttered. "Have you told anyone? He can't keep picking on you," she said.
"No," I whispered. "They'll send me back to the shrink who will try to fix me."
"You went to a shrink before because of your dad's death?" I nodded. "I think you should tell someone."
"I don't want pity," I stated. "I don't wanna go back to a shrink."
"They won't send you to a shrink," she replied. She put her arm around my shoulders. "Let's go to class," she said. I wiped my eyes and followed her.
Everyone stared as we entered the classroom. Kitty made up some stupid excuse that I didn't quite register. Biology was a long class, or so it seemed that day. I stared out at the rain, malice in my eyes. I hated rain. It murdered. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks.
"Miss Laine?" Mr. Myles said, snapping me from my trance. "Care to join us in the fascinating world of mitosis?"
I mumbled a half-hearted apology. But I couldn't take my eyes from the rain. I suddenly felt power building up within me. I couldn't hold it in.
"May I use the restroom?" I asked suddenly, interrupting Mr. Myles.
"Can you wait till I finish the notes?" he asked.
"No, it's an emergency."
"Class is almost over," he replied. I couldn't believe I was arguing with my teacher. Luckily, the bell rang a few moments later. I was the first one out of the room. I didn't go to seventh period. I went outside. Rain caressed my body. The surge of power I had felt in biology was magnified by a million. Before I knew what I was doing, I was headed for the student parking lot. Christ Jole drove a white Mitsubishi. And it was parked in space number 243. He would find it that afternoon with holes in the windshield. Water could be a powerful thing when traveling at an enormous speed.
After the damage was done, I ran. I didn't know where I was going. And I only had about five dollars on me. But I knew that I couldn't stay in North Carolina anymore. I considered myself I monster. True, I hadn't killed anyone. But I had done something bad and that nauseous feeling came over me again. I was a monster.