School
His conscience was slowly dragged from the dream world into reality; it didn't take him long to feel a pair soft, small hands on his shoulders shaking him gently. He finally opened his eyes, watching what looked like an angel with beautiful brown hair and a smile that warmed his soul.
"Lemy… Lemy… I must go to college"
He threw his arms at his sister and drew he close, sinking his face on her chest and inhaling the sweet lavender perfume of her pajama. His grip was firm; he didn't want to let her go.
"Come on Lemy, you knew I have to go back today."
"What time is it?"
"4:30, but you know I have a long way to drive if I want to get on time; besides I gotta eat something, so let me go…" She caressed his long hair. She knew she had to go; it was always the same routine, but yet she didn't try to escape from his little brother's arms
Shit… she's right. Today is the big day, and it seems it was just yesterday when we celebrated Loan's birthday, now it's September and yesterday was Labor Day, which means today is Tuesday, September 4th and we have to go back school. Hurray.
Lyra has been going and coming from the college the whole last week to prepare her classes and stuff, but since school didn't start yet she was allowed to go late so we could share the bed for a little bit more. But now she would have to wake up earlier and leave at five o'clock to get in time, and I…
I have to get up at six o'clock. Fuck man, who the fuck set the schedule? Who the fuck want us to learn something at seven o'-fucking-clock?
"Come on Lem, I really have to go." She took his face and lifted it to align it with hers. Lemy opened an eye. "You promise you will get up in time, you will eat breakfast; a real one, not a yogurt and a pack of cookies as you usually do, and you will get on time in your first day of class?"
Lemy sighs.
"Okay mom, I promise. Happy?"
"Yes, but I would be happier if you use more… formal clothes."
"You don't like my clothes? But I look cool." Lemy frowned. "I bought this military jacket the other day; it was from a real solider from the gulf war. The guy died wearing this, and it has three bullet holes. Tell me that that's not badass."
Lyra looked at him with; the concern was noticeable in her eyes.
"I don't like that obsession of yours with war and death Lemy, that's not healthy."
Lemy ignored what she said and sank his face on her chest again. Lyra sighed; knowing that no matter what, she won't change his brother's bad taste for clothes.
"Whatever. Just try not to draw too much attention. I think you get the teachers nervous with all that military stuff."
"Lyra, I still have to improve my aim before start a school shooting."
Lyra pinched his arm; a groan of pain escaped his mouth and died against the fabric of her clothes.
"Don't joke about that and let me go or I'll be late."
Lemy released her and rolled over his side of the bed.
She came out from under the warm covers and stretched her body; she got on her feet and started to walk away, but then stopped and turned to see his brother half asleep. She leaned and kissed his forehead.
"Have a good day, and try to put your head in the books instead of the music."
Lemy nodded.
"Be careful… I love you…" Lemy whispers.
"I love you too…" Lyra said. Lemy was snorting now. "…so much."
She walked out of the
"TACTICAL NUKE, INCOMING!"
Lemy got all startled up and fell off the bed. He knew it was his fault, if he didn't have that stupid obsession for war he would have a normal alarm clock. Truth is, that's the only thing that can wake him up in the mornings; somehow since Lyra started sleeping with him, he's been able to sleep better, like, it's harder to wake up in the mornings.
He stretched his arm and reached for the alarm, not bothering in open his eyes. Soon, an angry knocking came from the other side of the wall.
"Shut that fucking thing already! Each morning it's the same with you, fucking psycho!"
Good morning for you too, dear sister. Going back to school is shit man, but I'd be lying I tell you that I missed the routine: Lyra waking me up (it started just after the camp, but every morning she comes to my room to say goodbye), the doomsday alarm, and Leia trying to knock down the wall. Yup, we're definitely on the routine again. Well, ignoring the fact that my sisters are mad at me because I don't want to have sex with them.
The line for the bathroom was long; Liby, Lupa, Leia and Lizy were standing in the hall, Lacy must be inside the bathroom.
Lupa is wearing an old and big black sweatshirt, showing her milky white legs for everyone to see without a care (Literally bro. Forget about the metaphors, her skin color is literally white, not pale, not Caucasian, it's white. She probably has albinism) while holding a bunch of clean clothes on one of her arms and using the other to smoke. We haven't eaten breakfast yet and she's fucking up her lungs already. Not even I kiss with Mary Jane that early, but still tobacco is legal and weed is not. Suck that.
Behind her is Liby, wearing a white nightgown with lace and yellow ribbons. Thanks god her nightgown was long and I could only see her socks. She has her own bunch of clean clothes on her hands and is looking down with her eyes closed. It might be just his imagination, but he thinks she just discovered the art of sleeping on her feet.
Lizy is the next on the line; she's using… wait, is that my Gorgoroth t-shirt?
Yup, it is: a white pentagram on a black t-shirt and gothic letters spelling the name of the band. She's using it more as a dress because it is so big it covers almost all her body except for her ankles.
She's leaning against Domi, which is heavy and big enough to hold her; I might have my doubts about Liby, but not with Lizy: she was definitely sleeping.
Leia was carrying her clothes and Lizy's while waiting for her turn. Lemy could barely notice that because his face turned red and he suddenly felt his temperature rise.
The little princess, unlike her sisters who looked like zombies, was dazzling. Her golden hair, normally seen in pigtails, was loose, and Lemy had to admit it: she looks more beautiful that way. But it is not her perfect hair or her clean fresh face what caused that sensation on him, nope. It is… how the hell it's that called? I don't know man, but it is made of pink lace and white thin fabric, which allows me to see everything. I didn't know sexy panties for nine years old girls was a thing but it should be illegal; I can clearly see what she's wearing is a thong.
He couldn't help but stare at it, he just couldn't. Leia turned and looked at her brother devouring her with the eyes.
A grin appeared on her lips; she switched her posture; from a normal, straight one to a more sexy and revealing. She raised her ass, arched her back and pulled her chest forward while bending one leg so she could show her natural curves.
"You like it? Aunt Leni made it for me."
Of course she did. The thing with Aunt Leni is, she will design whatever you want; doesn't matter how embarrassing, expensive, or illegal it might be.
He crashed back to earth and looked away.
"Ah… I… What the heck is that?"
"It's called a Baby Doll you dummy, isn't it nice?" She lifted her rear, revealing her white cheeks barely covered by the fabric.
Looks like it's time for plan B, and B stands for bathing dad's flowers with my morning kidney hot juice. That's all he needed to do in the bathroom, pee. He didn't need a bath, he took one with Lyra last night, and now he's completely dressed with a pair of old jeans, a black t-shirt with the words Twisted Sister written in pink, and on top the jacket with the bullet holes.
He took his time to water the plants with his golden shower. It's not that he had to wait to his dick to get flat, and he definitely didn't get a boner by looking at his nine years old sister wearing that thing… Whatever, I'm done doing my business. I wonder why dad's plants haven't bloom this year.
Today's menu was fried eggs with bacon and burned witch toast (courtesy of Aunt Lucy, she liked her toasts almost as black as her clothes); Aunt Lana was in the kitchen preparing orange juice and coffee. His sisters came downstairs following the smell of the bacon, and thank god they weren't using anything with lace.
Aunt Lucy and Aunt Lana were busy feeding their nieces and nephew. Even Liena it's stressed; this is her first day as kindergarten teacher.
Lemy is smearing jelly on one of the toasts when he suddenly felt a caress on his leg; something… no, someone was touching him. He looked up; Leia smiled at him with lidded eyes.
He choked and took a sip of orange juice to pass the food.
"Are you okay?" Lizy asked. He looked at her; she was using the same uniform as Leia; it really fitted her. Instead of her characteristic red cap, her hair was combed in a ponytail tied with a pink ribbon.
""Yeah, I… just…" She looked beautiful in uniform, but her face denoted worry. "Are you okay?"
Lizy glanced at her bowl of cereal with shame.
"Yes…" her answer was barely a whisper.
Lemy was so focused on feeling shame for him he forgot today was Lizy's first day of elementary school. In fact, today was Lizy's first day on any school. She never went to one.
I have no doubt Aunt Lisa and Liena did a great job; Aunt Lisa took care of her education at home, and Liena is the most caring and kind person you'll ever know, but definitely it's not the same studying on the Loud nuthouse than studying on a normal school full of strangers. I swear if those little brats touch one of her golden hairs I will…
Calm down Lem, we already talked about this; she will go to the prestigious school "Institute for ladies of", a school just for girls where they are given classes about how to serve tea or whatever. Said place was at the very limits of the city, so nobody would judge her for being the result of the union between two siblings, so no problem with that.
But I still can't relax. I know Leia, and I've seen the things she learned in that place full of elitist and entitled pricks; it wouldn't be strange if Lizy meets with some little bitches in the way.
Lemy trusts on Leia to protect her; she can be mean and pretend she doesn't like us, but she loves Lizy. And it may be due to the fact they share the same room; sisters who sleep in the same room are closer with each other that with their other siblings. Lacy can't be away from Lupa… well, they kinda were apart from each other before but I think it's over now.
He looked at his sisters, who are sitting in opposite sides of the table. Liby sat on a corner trying to be unnoticed, which is something hard for someone her size.
…maybe it's not over yet.
But focus man, Lizy needs you.
"Come on Lizy-Lizard, what's happening?"
The little blonde couldn't help but smile; she loved her nickname.
"It's just… what if I don't like it? What if they are mean with me?" Lemy really hopped she didn't remember the sandbox incident; he balled his fist so tight his nails sank on his flesh and a little blood came from his palm.
There you have it; an emotional scar that will never disappear. Thanks a lot, Lincoln Loud.
"Of course you'll like it! It's a really nice school, didn't you see the photos?" Lemy said. Lana was given a paper when she inscribed her. Lemy really meant it when he said it was nice; the place is a huge building with its own football camp, running track, even a damn Olympic pool.
Lizy smiled. The place was surrounded by enormous gardens and fountains, and Lizy loved nature.
"And you can swim in the pool; you like to swim, don't you?"
Lizy nods with excitement.
"And you will make new friends, I promise." Lemy bites his tongue. He's not sure about the latter, but if Leia I'm the villain from a Disney movie Loud could do it, Lizy surely would have a dozen of friends.
"But… they won't let me take Domi with me, and this uniform it's scratchy and I don't like skirts." Lizy tries to adjust the tie under her vest; the knot it's so tight it's choking her, so she undoes it.
Lemy bends and ties it again.
"Come on, if you take Domi, somebody might steal it; you know how … Hm…" Come on, think of something; bastard is uglier than stepping on Legos but- "…how cute it is."
She took her index finger to her chin and thought about it; suddenly, a blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Do I look beautiful?" Lizy asked.
"Just pass this end around here and-" what did she ask?
He saw her in the eyes; hers, just like Leia's, were deep blue, maybe a little darker than her twin's. Her blushed cheeks and that look of embarrassment looked cute on her.
"You look beautiful, just like Leia."
She blushed even harder. Lemy continued tying the tie; once done he noticed the lack of noise in the table.
What? Why are they looking at me now? What did I say? Or it is time to roast Lemy a little bit? Why the hell is Leia so red? Did I say something bad? I was just trying to cheer Lizy and…
His thinking process came to a halt as he realized what he just said.
Oh.
Shit…
Liena, Lacy and Lupa are looking at him with a mixture of surprise and anger. You think that's bad? Then you should see Liby's face.
Man, she's about to cry; Lemy tried to fix things explaining that he meant the uniform fitted really well on them, but Liby stormed out of the room crying. She ran to Aunt's Lucy's car.
The emotions inside his head were too many and moved so fast he couldn't take it anymore; before anyone could say something he ran out of the house through the front dooe and took a deep breath.
Fucking hell, this house is crazy! I can't fucking say something nice because they take it as if I wanted to sleep with them! What the bloody hell is wrong with them?!
Lemy leans against the wall, waiting for Aunt Lynn to take them to school.
But even when he's comfortable out there, looking at the dawn and listening to the birds and blah blah blah… he must get inside to get his backpack. It's the first day of school, and today he'll receive the text books he will use during the school year. He'll get home packed.
He took a breath again, and like someone who threw himself to a pool, he ran into the house; he quickly made his way to his room, and spotted his sisters setting her things in the last minute.
He gets in his room, and quickly he search his old denim backpack covered in stickers of his favorite bands.
And just as fast as he got in, he went out of there trying to avoid everyone.
When he reached the main door, he spotted Lizy and Leia about to aboard the private transport that would take them to school. Lemy runs and stops Leia.
She turned her head with anger, but when she saw it was Lemy, a warm smile brightened her face.
"Leia, you must promise you will take care of Lizy. If something happens to her… if someone hurt her… please protect her."
Leia's smile changed from a warm and loving smile to a mean and vicious grin; there's nothing she enjoys the most that possessing what other people love. Everything is a business to her; if you want something you must give something in return.
"And what do I get?"
"She's your sister!" Lemy said almost yelling
"Yeah well, you know what they say: family and business don't mix. And I have a lot of business, so…"
"Fine, what do you want?" Lemy asks. It's obvious what she wants, but I hope she asks for something else. I love Lizy, but I don't know if I'm willing to give in for her.
Leia glanced at his worried face, tasting the moment like a lion about to kill a poor antelope.
"I liked what you said in the house, so I'll be kind… I want you to help me sell cookies door by door for six months."
Lemy was already imagining the little blonde would ask him something like a date, or look at her modeling pajamas like the one she was wearing this morning. He let out a sigh; despair or relief? relief, my brother, relief. It's not like I wouldn't like to see Leia in that baby doll suit. So pink, so…
"One month." Lemy said. Man, I want to make sure Lizy will be ok, but I also love weekends.
"Five months." Leia said.
"Two months." He replies. Sacrificing eight weeks of fun it's not that bad.
"Four months" Leia said still grinning.
"Two months, Leia; two months and a half." Lemy said
Leia thought about it for a moment; the way she laid her finger with her nail perfectly polished on her lip made her look so beautiful, so feminine… even the posture she's making right now is so delicate… Will Lizy learn to do that in that school? I would like that.
"Three months, and you'll have to help me build my lemonade stand." Leia said.
Lemy knew he would lose the very moment he stated to negotiate with her, but it was late and Lizy, who already was inside the bus, looked at them through the window; the last thing Lemy wants is she listening she needs to be taken care of.
"Deal." Lemy said.
Leia grinned in victory.
"I would have taken care of her anyways, so thanks for the free job."
Lemy opened his mouth and raised his index to add something, but no words came from his mouth; he didn't know how to react, so he just stood in the middle of the yard watching like an idiot as the little manipulative blonde walked moving her hips with each step. She stopped and turned her head in slow motion and said:
"You look good too."
The first day of school it's always the same shit; the chaos, the limbo between the months of laziness where you forget 90% of everything you learned, and the return to this hell of granite and cement government insist on calling 'school'.
All the kids are running confused and excited for starting a new school year; and you can tell the first graders from miles, with those faces of fear and confusion.
Me? Man, I'm about to start 8th grade; just eight months in this shithole and they all can go to hell. It's not that high school isn't promising, but half the people assisting here will not pass to the next grade, so at least a bunch of illiterate dumbasses will repeat course, and that's something.
Lemy walked through the same hall he has walked since he was six, watching the faces of his fellow mates; some were known, others completely new.
Look at that, the fat girl that was in math class with me last year became a feminist; she was wearing a huge t-shirt with 'MY BODY, MY CHOICE' written all over her stomach. The right half of her head was shaved while the other was long. And the cherry on top: it was dyed bright green…
Darling, if someone raped you, the most likely thing is that it was a pig that escaped from a farm, and you should be thankful.
And look over there; it's the little group of geeks with those Star Trek and Star Wars t-shirts. Aren't they the same thing? Look at them talking and trading cards of half-naked anime girls. Man, they might be pathetic, but not as much as those fags on the football team. Tell me, how do you call a bunch of big, muscular men that like to push, touch and be on top of each other until they are all sweaty and dirty and then they all get in group showers totally naked? Dude, nerds at least are straight, they're perverts, but they're straight.
Lemy is searching idiot1 and his two trolls among all the people, but for now the hall is full of average idiots.
Lacy went to look for her cheerleader mates as soon as she got out the car, so I don't even count with one of my support girls.
Sisters, I said sisters.
Aunt Lucy took Lupa and Liby to Rapid River High School. Lemy can't help but worry about Lupa; she is new in that school, he knows she's tough, but that's not enough to calm his nerves. On the bright side, knowing that now Liby have someone to take care of her it's a relief. The question is: What will Lacy do now that her partner and sister isn't here anymore? He has no idea if Lacy had any friend; the golden rule for the sin children is to never have friends outside the house. But Lacy, being part of the cheerleader squad, have access to a social life. The truth is Lemy always ignores that; he's used to see Liby, Lacy and Lupa together. I've told you man, seeing those girls mad at each other is rare. Of course he doesn't have friends either, so this is the best moment to share the lunch table with Lacy, but after the fight they had in the mall… It is stupid to think in such possibility.
In fact… since Loan's birthday I haven't spoken with anyone. Of course on Loan's birthday things calmed a little, and thanks to Aunt Lola it became funny at the end with the piñata and all. But the truth is… I haven't spoken with anyone in a normal way outside Lyra. Well, Loan speaks to me again, and I hope it doesn't end like it ended with Lacy. I will have to watch my back and even when it fucks me up; I'm obliged to assist to that stupid comic convention with her. I don't know why I offered to go.
Ok, it was because Lincoln I-can't-have-my-dick-away-from-my-daughters-for-five-minutes Loud wanted to go with her. It never bothered me in the past, but now, just imagining that bastard with Loan while she uses that sexy suit Leia did for her… it makes me sick. God only knows what kind of wrecked things he is capable of with his daughter in that cosplay.
It's not like I'm thinking on how sexy Loan will look with that outfit, that's definitely not what's happening. I just want to take her away from that sick individual she calls father.
Lemy looked at his locker and tried to take a mental picture of it, because this might be the last time he will see it that clean. By the end of the day the door might get a few dents and for sure will be full of insults written with Sharpie; if they come prepared, it might have some graffitis too.
He put his notebooks inside; Lyra did buy him a lot, she said "you can never be prepared enough."
As he walked, he managed to avoid people and ignore the whispers along his path. When he opened the door of the biology lab; the words abomination, gross, monster and other cute words entered through his ears. The girls in his class got away from him as he walked to his desk and the boys look at him whilst laughing and pointing their fingers without a care.
Man, I missed this shit.
And you know what? After a whole summer of my sisters giving me the cold shoulder, their hate and their mocks, whatever all these idiots have to say just won't affect me.
Lemy takes his favorite sit in all the periods: the last desk in the corner farther from the window. It worked perfectly to be unnoticed by his teachers and his classmates, besides the bullies in turn will have to turn completely to mess with him.
But in this class it didn't matter what he did; battling against his classmates and the teacher was a lost battle since the beginning, so why bother? Just let them have their fun and they'll eventually get bored of you.
He put his head on the desk and closed his eyes; what's better than complete classroom havoc to help you sleep? The answer: nothing.
And as soon as the noise started, it faded; he lifted his head, just to see a very unwelcoming figure leaning against the doorframe.
"Good morning kids, did you enjoy your vacations?" Miss Cristina Thang asked with the sweetest voice you could ever hear. She could easily teach kindergarten, or at least teach the retarded kids.
And in one voice, the bunch of sheep Lemy has for classmates answered:
"Yes, Miss Thang."
Lemy returned his head to the desk.
"Well kids, today's the first day of class, so we're not going to study. Instead, why don't you tell me what did you do on your vacations?"
She seems lovely, doesn't she? With her brown curly hair and her hazel eyes… most of the boys in the class are in love with her, and the ones who don't are gays. And then there's me; I hate her like you don't have an idea. Don't get me wrong, I told you I'm not gay, but I rather fuck the feminist girl than put my dick inside that whore.
"So, why don't we begin with…?" Here we go man; now you will know why Cristina is one of those little things that make my life so beautiful.
"Lemy Loud" the teacher said, and all of his stupid classmates laughed quietly, licking their lips in anticipation knowing what was coming.
Lemy just lifted his face to look at the woman; it was like that time Aunt Lana took him to the habitat of the elephants and he saw a giant pile of excrement. And who knows? Maybe Lemy would be more interested in the pile of shit that being in front of his teacher.
"So Lemy: what-did-you-do-on-your-vacation?" Cristina talked word by word, exaggerating her moves as she approached him; she looked like a three years old kid, a very stupid three years old kid.
Everyone in the classroom laughed.
Lemy didn't answer.
Nah man. I remember the first time she did that; I was trying to answer even when I didn't know what was happening. She twisted every word I said to humiliate me and my sisters.
"Lemy, I know it is hard for you, but try using your head" She said as the other idiots laughed again.
Lemy just balled his fists until they turned pale.
"Come on guys; don't be so hard on him. It is not his fault to be… special. Remember I told you when someone lack chromosomes they're not like us. They're not normal, and you must be kind with him and his sisters… I mean, cousins."
His classmates burst in laugher. Cristina grinned as if she were the kindest person in the world, and gave Lemy a pity look.
"Don't worry Lemy… the simple fact you can talk it's a miracle, so don't push yourself so hard."
Lemy wanted to kill her so badly. The last time he responded, she took him to the principal's office. Nobody supported his version, and the principal threatened him with kick him out of the school.
"But I suppose your mother is always looking for you in those bars where she plays, doesn't she?"
Lemy couldn't hold it; one thing was messing with him, but another completely different was messing with his family.
Lemy got up abruptly; he was about to tell his teacher to grab her comments and stick them deep in her…
The ringing of the bell stopped him from doing something he'd regret. With a snort he picked his stuff and stormed out of the classroom. A bunch of paper balls rained down his path.
When he arrived to his locker to grab his history book he found out someone wrote in his locker with pink fluorescent marker.
"FREACK"
Those idiots can't even spell.
Lemy sighed and just ignored it.
As classes passed, he tried to focus on what his teacher was saying; he was talking about the topics they'd see along the school year. It was not like he gave a fuck, but at least that would keep his classmates too busy to mocking him.
In lunch time, he filled his tray with 'food' and shit. Man, if that thing floating in the gravy is real meet, then I'm the queen of England.
Lemy gazed the whole cafeteria looking for his sister until he finally spotted her at the cheerleader table; she didn't look too comfortable, but it was a relief she had company.
He wouldn't take that from her; maybe this was the opportunity she's been waiting to have real friends, and he had no right to fuck it up. So he did as usual and went to the roof with the food tray in his hands.
He sat in the roof, watching the blue sky as clouds passed. The entrance there was prohibited and the door was locked, but Chunk taught him a thing or two about picking locks when he turned ten, so at least he could rest and eat in peace.
One time he went there with Lupa. Lupa… that name made his lips tickle. Thinking about her made him really sad; unlike the others, who he did get along really well before summer, with Lupa…
She was special dude; she understood me, we were in the same frequency, we even shared some favorite bands and talked for hours about how bad the world was and the people that lived there and what would be the best way to kill them all and which weapon would be the best in a zombie apocalypse. Other times we didn't even speak; we just sat there and let the smoke do its job. She showed me her favorite places; like that abandoned boat at the edge of the lake, or that open grave in the cemetery, and I showed her mines… she smoked with me under the porch, and other times we used to throw rocks at empty bottles in the scrapyard and then we used to get inside an old ice cream truck to hide from the sun…
Lemy shook his head like a wet dog trying to get dry.
He didn't like to think in the moments he shared with Lupa; it hurt to know he will never have awesome adventures with her again. She taught me how to smoke, you know? And with her I had my first…
But there's no need to think about it now.
For now, let's just enjoy the sun, the sky, and the blunt in my lips. And yes, I don't like to smoke in the school, but after being in class with that woman treating me like shit, you can't blame me.
The following classes passed like a dream. You know, ignoring the shit around me can be very easy after a blunt; you hear their words, time passes slowly so you can analyze them and decide if you let them in or not. It works perfectly as a filter.
Lemy reacted when the bell rang, and all of the students ran out of the building like rats in a sinking ship.
He waited until the last one was out, and then picked his backpack and left the place. Man, summer vacations feel like they were just yesterday. Is it too much to wish for the winter vacations to begin soon?
As soon as he stepped outside of the building the blinding sunlight hit him right in the face; so he had to use his hands to protect his eyes. This wasn't the best first day of school, but to be fair, none of my others first days of school have been good; they've been pretty much like this one so, you see why I face it with a good mood. So just let me grab my music player from my backpack and I can declare this shit over and-
"Hey freak, where are you going so fast?"
Lemy sighs and stops searching for the device. It's alright man; I knew this was coming, so let's get this over with.
Lemy turned, and as he suspected there were idiot1, idiot2 and very idiot.
"I don't know, what about the football camp, behind the benches?" He said.
"No, Frederick's there selling his shit but the place behind the cafeteria is free." Idiot1 said and the only thing Lemy could do was agreeing with him: Frederick does sell shit. The guy sells weed, but his stuff is really bad. Lemy goes to him but just as last resort when he's in a pinch or when he needs weed desperately. Sometimes it's so bad he can't tell if he's burning weed or grass.
They walked to the place behind between the cafeteria; three of those big-ass green containers were full, I can't tell the difference if it is trash or what they served today, they smell the same.
Lemy threw his backpack in a corner, and so did the bullies.
"You were really funny at the mall the other day, freak." Idiot1 said.
"If you think that was funny you should listen to my Aunt Luan's jokes; she's hilarious."
The three bullies were getting closer, tasting the moment. Lemy remembered with a bitter smile when he used to fear them; when they and some other idiots used to corner him and beat the hell outta him, the adrenaline and the fear of pain. Now it's just like another day in the office.
"You think it's funny to call us virgins? We're gonna give you something to laugh about…" Idiot1 cracked his knuckles. Lemy was simply calculating his options; the most dangerous is very idiot, basically because of his size. Being sixteen years old this Shrek sized individual was taller and sturdier that the others; one hit from him and he'd be counting stars.
But the big boy was just a pawn, the one he was worried about was the leader; this guy is sadistic and surprisingly sharp, it's not a surprise he's the boss. He could start with him; cut the head and the body will follow up, but I don't think it applies here.
Lemy focused on idiot1; he upped his guard like Aunt Lynn taught him. He's sure he can take some blows from that guy before falling, he's used to them: if you think last time I fought with Aunt Lynn was the first time, you're wrong, though it always scares me.
"It is not funny, but it's the truth." They looked at them with anger. "But it is not your fault guys, the girls are the problem; they're as bad and cruel as you."
Very idiot's glare softened, maybe remembering all the times he asked out a girl, and all the times the girls rejected him.
"That's true, they're bad." The big guy said; he did look hurt. Idiot1 punched him on the shoulder.
"You should report them to PETA; that's called abuse, you know?"
Very idiot didn't get what Lemy said and just rubbed his chin thinking if it was a good idea to report the girls. Idiot1 and idiot2 charged against Lemy; he received the leader with a blow in the ribs while blocking a punch the other guy threw.
Leader fell on his knees, but before he could get up Lemy punched him a couple of times in the head, then he finished him with an uppercut right in the chin, knocking him out.
Idiot2 was trying to hit Lemy, but he managed to cover all the punches. It was easy at first, he wasn't as strong as 1 or very idiot, but he did have more fuel in his tank. Soon, Lemy started to feel the pain, he focused in bringing down idiot1 he let the other one do his job.
The thing is, just like Lemy with Lynn, his punches lacked any technic; Lemy has practiced with Lynn for quite some time so he realized idiot2 was as good for fighting as he was for school. When he saw his chance, he returned two powerful punches at his face.
Idiot2 stepped back and covered his face. Lemy saw a chance he wouldn't miss for anything: he punched his side two times; two solid shots right to the liver. Idiot2 fell to his knees in pain, and then Lemy gave him a strong kick on the head.
Don't say a word man; I know kicks aren't allowed in boxing, but this is a street fight, so everything goes.
Very idiot snapped out of his confusion and charged against Lemy. He was tired; the other guys sure made him use all of his fuel, so all he could do was hold defensive position and pray for his body to be strong enough so it doesn't get destroyed upon impact.
Very idiot crashed against him like a train and sent him flying against one of those green containers. The other idiots recovered and started to kick him. It was over, all he could do was curl and wait for them to get tired.
Heh, it's funny; this reminds me of my first beating. Come on, I'll tell you; I think we have time until these idiots get bored.
A little six years old Lemy just started elementary school. It was his first day and he was scared, but the classroom looked colorful and cheerful. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as his sister Lupa told him; the white-haired girl caused him nightmares by telling him how bad was that place and how mean were the kids in there.
Lemy got into the classroom with shy steps. He was one of the first kids in arrive because mommy Lyra woke him up early for his first day of school, and she even took him by the hand to the entrance. Mommy Luna was sleeping because the last night she slept with daddy Lincoln, and when that happened she liked to stay close to him until the morning.
Mommy Lyra prepared him a special meal and gave him a lunch box filled with a lot of tasty stuff for lunch time.
She even allowed him to take his harmonica with him. Lemy was not very good with the harmonica, but mommy Luna told him that with a lot of practice he could become the best. He was much better playing the guitar; though he was too small to use it properly, but he managed to play some simple melodies. But mommy Lyra didn't allow him to bring his guitar so he had to bring his harmonica.
Lemy thought if he played something cool he could impress the other kids. He had no friends; his aunts and specially mommy Lyra didn't allow him to go out too much, so he just played with Liby, Lupa and Lacy at home. He wanted a male friend; it was not that his sisters weren't cool, but he wanted to have a boy to play with and do boy stuff.
So the little kid entered the almost empty classroom and looked around; two girls were in a desk talking. Lemy looked at them, and they seemed to be cute and kind, but Lemy had many cute and kind girls in his life, so his attention focused to a dark skinned boy sitting in the corner of the classroom. Said boy had a hair style that Lemy had never seen in his life, but he looked good.
Lemy took a deep breath and, with shy steps, he approached the boy.
"Hi… My name is Lemy; I like your hair, what's your name?" Lemy was nervous; he was the first kid outside his sisters he had talked to.
The dark-skinned boy lifted his head to see him. He looked at him with confusion and fear, but then he decided there was no danger, so he smiled shyly.
"My name is Gordon, nice to meet you." Both kids stretched their hands.
"It is my first day of school, so I don't know anyone…" Lemy wanted to explain his situation to start making questions. For him, everything was new.
"Did you just move here? I don't remember seeing you before." Gordon asked.
"No. I didn't attend to kindergarten; my aunt taught me at home." Lemy felt ashamed. Someway he felt it wasn't normal not going to kindergarten, but every time he asked his father to take him there he said he was too small to go outside. In fact, they only let him go to school when he promised to never talk about his family, and he should never, ever say his father was Lincoln Loud and his sisters were his wives. Just Lyra could say she was his sister, the others were his cousins and his dad was uncle Linc. Lemy was a smart boy and he knew his family was 'special', and mommy Lyra told him that he couldn't say many things, because if he does, mommy Luna and daddy might go to jail, and Lemy didn't want that, he loved daddy and mommy Luna, his sisters and his aunts. But above all he loved mommy Lyra.
"Oh, I understand." Gordon smiled, giving Lemy a little bit more of confidence.
Lemy felt happy by finding someone kind, and soon they were talking like long life friends. Gordon's family was from India, but he had never lived in that country. Lemy was amazed about how different their manners were compared with the ones in this country; it seemed Gordon's family was special too, maybe Lemy could tell him about his family, maybe Gordon wouldn't do something to send mommy Luna and daddy to jail.
Lemy was about to open himself to his new friend, when a voice interrupted them.
"Look who's here, the one and the only Osama Bin Laden." A blonde kid with blue eyes said.
Gordon looked down with sadness and anger.
"I told you already I'm not Muslim, Eric. I'm Hindi…"
"Yeah, whatever you say Al Qaeda. Does your daddy will blow a bomb today or something?"
Gordon tightened his fists and looked at Eric with anger.
"Leave him alone!" Lemy stepped between the kids and looked at Eric with anger. "Or… or I will tell the teacher."
Erick stepped back, feeling a little intimidated.
"And who the hell are you?"
"My name is Lemy Loud, and I don't want you to mess with my friend."
Eric grinned in a threatening way.
"So, Loud…" Eric chuckled, and then he looked at Gordon. "I'm sorry Gordon, I didn't mean to bother you. I was just kidding."
Lemy smiled; he saved his new friend. But then…
"I didn't know you liked to hang out with freaks."
"What are you talking about?" Gordon looked at the blonde boy with confusion; not because of the apology, but because of the comment.
"My brother told me all about the Louds; they're monsters. He is in the same class with one of his sisters; he says she's a freak with white hair and golden eyes. It's horrible."
Lemy's smile faded; that boy was talking bad about Lupa, and was saying mean things to her.
"Don't say that about Lupa! She's cool and she's not ugly!"
"I don't understand. What's bad about Lemy?" Gordon asked.
"Look Gordon, his father is Lincoln Loud; he and his sisters had children among them and that's why they're monsters." The blonde boy pointed his finger at Lemy with disgust. "Now I'm making you a favor; get away from that thing and join me."
Gordon looked at Eric, who offered his hand. It was the first time someone offered him to be part of a group where the others were not insulting or rejecting him. It looked like all the hate was focused on Lemy now.
"Apologize for the things you said about Lupa!" Lemy was still upset; nobody had the right to talk about his sisters. He didn't know why, but he couldn't hold it when someone did that. "And leave Gordon alone! We haven't done anything!"
"Gordon, will you let a freak talk to us like that? You should hit him and come with us, or are you his friend?" Eric looked at him with a grin; the offer was clear: hurt Lemy and become one of us, or protect him and be against us and we'll treat you as bad as him.
Gordon left, and with watery eyes he balled his fists and…
Lemy was focused in the kid who dared to insult Lupa; he was sure Gordon would defend him like he did with him moments ago, that's what friends are for, right? So the punch took him by surprise. Gordon's fist hit him right in the cheek and brought him down.
Lemy looked at Gordon surprised and confused. He didn't know what happened; the only one that could have hit him was Gordon, but that couldn't be true, right? But when he saw the Hindi boy looking at him with tears in his eyes and ashamed, he understood it was him.
"Why?" The question came more like a whisper. He felt wounded, and it was not because of his cheek.
Gordon didn't answer, but Eric took the word.
"Because your dad is a pervert." And then the kid kicked him in the stomach, making Lemy twitch in pain. The other kids saw what happened, and soon they joined and began to kick Lemy, and when Lemy was in the floor crying, they left, mocking at him and celebrating with the new member of the gang; the first and last friend of Lemy.
And now Lemy was in the floor again, watching as the three idiots were leaving. But unlike years ago, Lemy wasn't crying now; as time passed he understood there are some things that hurt more than physical damage.
He got up helping himself with the wall, cleaned the blood from his broken lip and spat the rest of it. He looked for his backpack, which he found in the floor with all his stuff spread and stomped over an oil stain.
Don't say a thing. I don't want your pity. You think that's a sad story? Dude you haven't heard what happened to Liby, that's really sad.
But that's a story for another day. Right now I just want to get away from this fucking school.
School.
Nirvana.