Cherub:Heart of Ice

Chapter two: Trouble

Chylo's eyes glittered with the anticipation of PE. It was among her favourite lessons, much for its unprediciveness, much like that of her Gemini nature. Her kit lay over her, blue joggers, and a plain t-shirt, damp from the morning rain. Her hair finally having dried out was tied behide her head, for once following the rules. Yet it was more for her own protection, it was normally her that caused the fights in PE.

Rain pounded down upon the metal roof of the changing room, and through into that of the gym. It beat against the double-glazed windows that wrapped around two sides of the gym, toughened artfully, but carrying evidence of children. Grime and smudged finger prints littered them, where the cleaners had not bothered to clean them, and the floor was wet, from the class that had just returned from outside. The teacher screaming at them to go and get changed, so that he could take his next class. In fact Chylo's class. Grumbling they left Mr. Do-rod to his new victims, throwing angry looks over their shoulders, yet giving the others, a few years below them sympathetic looks. He the teacher was in a terrible mood, and they were going to pay for it.

Moments later, the rest of the class came shivering into the room, rubbing their arms with their hands as through it could warm them up. Dispite the loud chuntering heater, covered in dust it was freezing in the gym, due to the small cracks in the stone work, that had never been filled. They grouped around the teacher, and waited murmuring in annoyance, and fear. Mr. Do-rod could be a cruel teacher when the mood took him, it all depended on whether he could be bothered to make them run in the rain and the wind. It seemed not.

"All right my beauties, today the eliminator. I got it set up just for you"

Many kids groaned, and looked skywards, one of the weaker fainted, but then that child was always fainting, and for no reason what-so-ever. Yet Chylo's eyes glittered, the eliminator wasn't much of an eliminator when it came to people like her, more of a daily work out that would toughen them for later life. In this instance it mean doing a circuit of excerise, followed by grueling rope-climbing, crawling and lastly when every one was to exhausted and tired to even want a game, basket ball was shoved on them, completed with a nice jog in the rain, that was if you were still up. If you weren't then you keep doing the eliminator every PE lesson until he got bored with the procedure. It was torcher of the worst form, espically for chubby like Luke, who already was sweating from just the thought of PE, and more so at that of the elminator.

"Righty-o, up and at them ladies, and gents"

With much heistation the group began to jog on the spot, slowly seperating to fill the space, so that nobody would hit the other, but Chylo had other plans, it looked like it was going to be one of those days. Davie, the natural athelete of the group and decided he wasn't going to play ball. He didn't want to do the eliminator, and he always got his own way. Catching his eye Chylo scowled at him, and hinted that he better get moving, or else she was going to kick his lily white ass. It was no no avail, and soon Mr. Do-rod wouldn't be able to ignore the fact that Davie wasn't participating. Yet it happened to soon.. The whistle sounded through the hall, and instantly everybody stopped.

Mr. Do-rod was looking venomously at Davie, his white shirt taunt over his toned body, and his eyes flashing dangerous. For a moment he just stared at the boy daring him to say something, to refuse to do as he was told, and then he turned upon him, moving with purpose closer and closer, till it seemed as if they were jointed together at the forehead.

"And what may I ask are you doing boy?" he shouted right in the Davies face. True to his nature Davie just shrugged, and asked him to back off, as polietly as anybody can manage with a snarling beast in their faces. When this didn't happen again true to form he turned nasty.

"Get off me fatty" Not the most colourful language around but something that would have more effect than anything on this PE teacher. Something that would infuriate him. Chylo wanted to be part of it, and she knew it. She wasn't going to let Davie have all the fun this lesson. Between the two of them, something always kicked off, through they never worked together. It was more the question of who could cause more trouble than who.

"Hey fatty I thought we were doing PE here" she called, turned to the girl beside her, hissing that she continue with the insults, then she moved around the crowd like an assasin making the others join in. You didn't mess with her, not when you weren't likely to get in trouble with the teacher when you didn't get caught. He was far to lazy to keep them all after school, or even make sure they turned up at a detention. Soon the gym was full of ringing insults and mayhem.

Chylo threw some water at him, hoping to infuriate him all the more, and it worked he went berserk. She'd always wanted to push him over the edge, but she didn't think it would be so easy, or so acheiveable. All in the school hated him, and she was going to get rid of him. Get a better PE teacher, be nicer to them, enjoy PE, without having to try very hard. What a dream.

Alright guys next time the fight! Hope you enjoyed this, your reviews are appreciated.