Hello Fluffies! Yes, this is yours truly speaking! I feel like saying my first name for some reason…. Well who gives a shit, I'll say it HI, I'm MORGAN, got it fluff balls! Yes, I will be giving random names now. I also wanted to say that when Six said "New people, fresh meat" that I actually say that to my friends while pointing to them when I see new people I'm about or going to meet.
Chapter 5
Six P.O.V.
I walk out of the changing rooms and towards Amar. "Who knew you of all people would be teaching gym at a school?" He shrugs. "He didn't find you did he?" Amar asks with concern in his voice. I shake my head no. After I got out of the juvie with the guard who beat me with the chain I was back on the streets. I met this man who let me stay with him. I'd been staying with him for a good two months and I was doing good, I had no drugs, I hadn't been sent back to Juvie yet. One night he came home drunk as hell and beat me unconscious. I woke up the next morning to a bear bottle being smashed on my head. He told me I was worthless. He beat me to the point to where I almost blead to death, then he almost raped me before he collapsed on top of me from being so drunk. It happened repeatedly for about two more weeks before I finally left him chained to the wall after calling the police and leaving, telling them I had saw him raping and beating a little girl then leaving her on the streets. I told them I wouldn't be able to be there when they got there, but to take care of him. I wondered the streets, not realizing that there was blood seeping through my shirt when Amar found me. He taught me better self-defense, before I had to leave again.
"Wanna help me teach the class? You know, since you probably already know everything I'm going to teach them." I smirk at the thought. "I thought you'd never ask." The rest of his class files in. "Welcome to your doom, students!" Amar yells. Almost everyone flinches. I said almost. "Most of you bird brains probably think this will be an easy class. Well guess what? I just shit on your lives because this is and always will be your hardest class. You will listen to me, and this short child." I punch Amar hard for that. "Ow." He says holding his arm, then continues. "She will also be your instructor. If you are a dumb ass *cough* *cough* Uriah *cough* *cough* Zeke, I would advise you to take my advice or end up in a hospital like the last time. Today is…" Amar looks at me for an answer. "Knife throwing." I say without hesitation.
I hear groans throughout the gym. "Grab three and throw them." I yell. Everyone just stands there. "NOW!" They scramble to grab three knives. "Who has the best aim in here besides Amar and Me?" Everyone points to Four. This should be fun. "Okay, tiny peoples, he is going to throw those knives at me. One of them has to either hit me in the finger or nick my ear. I will not flinch. We will be doing Knives for two months. By then everyone should be able to have a knife thrown at them without them flinching. Those of you who still do flinch will be out of this class, meaning y'all will have to find a new first period. Understood?" They nod their head. I walk in front of the target and signal for Four to throw the knives.
As expected he had almost perfect aim. He nicked my ear, but I could see in his eyes he felt guilty. I walk up to him "Dude shake it off. I know you feel bad about nicking my ear. I asked you to, so get over yourself. Trust me I've had way worse." I shiver at the thought. I pat his arm and walk away.
"Amar can I please throw some knives?" I whine. "I haven't hurt anyone with one in three months. Please?" He sighs. "Just don't let Tori find out." I hug him tight and grab a few dollars out of his wallet in the process. "Thanks." I start to walk away, but Amar says, "Give me my money back." I sigh and hand it to him.
I take my stance in front of the target. I block out any noise and focus on the spot I want to hit. Between the eyes. Inhale. Aim. Exhale. Fire. Between the eyes. I repeat the process. In the heart, then in the wrist, then the ankle. I need to calm down. "Amar, I'm going blow off some steam, wanna be my target?" I yell across the gym. Amar looks scared. "HELL NO! I wanna keep my internal organs in the right place, and I don't feel like losing any blood today." I nod okay and head to the punching bags.
Another one falls with a thud. That's the 12th one so far. "Take a break from my bags would ya?" Amar yells as he notices how many are on the floor. I nod and head towards the weights. I work out to Eminem blasting through my headphones.
I'm mouthing The Real Slim Shady when Amar appears above me. "Go take a run or a long shower, Six. You need both." I nod and head to the treadmill. I run and run and run and run for God only knows how long. I don't hear Amar yelling my name so he decided to scare me. That did not end well. "I think you broke my nose." I grab Amar's face and look closely at his nose. "Nah, you just need to reset it and you should be fine." I reset it despite his protest. "You have a class." I nod and head to the front.
I give them the same speech I gave the first class, and go back to what I was doing before. I rust keep staring at the same place on the wall. I really wanna hit something with my fist. "Amar, now can I fight you or to I have to punch a few more bags?" Amar looks scared again, but he points to the bags. He really doesn't feel like being in the hospital again. I shrug as I turn my music louder and beat the crap out of the bags.
By now they're all on the floor. "Amar, get the glove things. I need to hit something." He wraps his hands, and puts on the gloves, while I get in stance. "Ready?" he asks, and I nod. We somewhat spar until Amar makes me go take a shower, claiming "I stink so bad that I could be classified as one of Uriah's stink bombs." I may or may not have punched him in the face and in the chest. That's gonna leave a bruise.
I shower and get dressed, but wait for the bell in the gym twirling a knife between my fingers. I kinda want another tattoo now. I don't know where though.
*Time skip to 4th Period*
Mills is awesome. She is letting us write anything we want. She said at the beginning of class, "There are only three rules in here. 1) Never call me by my first name. I will always be called Mills in this class room. 2)No PDA 3) Never say you can't write about something. That is, it. I don't care if you use curse words in your writings, just write. If you know you are a shitty writer leave my class now." The best part is, that she is practically an intelligent child. She's incredibly smart, but has the spirit of an eight-year-old. It's Perfect. When we walked in she was coloring.
Everyone was confused. Of course some dumb ass asked why she was, so he got an answer. "Little Kids color for fun; I color for inspiration. Everything and anything should make your mind create a story instantly. I know it does for me."
The bell rings and just as I'm about to walk out the door, Mills stops me. "I love the Tattoos and piercings. Can I ask you something?" I nod. "I saw how your eyes lit up when you walked through that door. I can see how much you love to write. I want you to write a story or novel about this year. Make it from your point of view just with a different name. Your Six Prior, make it Alice McAddams or something." I nod with a smile on my face. "Now, let's go eat some food before I decide to eat a pencil or a pen." I laugh and we both head to the cafeteria.
Mills walks, well runs in, while I walk like a normal person would. I start to think about the story. I like the idea, but the thing is, me being me I would probably spill a lot of secrets in it. I have a ton, but I just can spill a single one. I might though. By now I've reached the doors. I take a deep breath and push the doors open. Everyone goes silent and stares. "Is this gonna happen every day? I understand I am bad news; I don't need stares to tell me that!" I yell into the quiet. Everyone looks away and continues back to their conversations.
I walk through the food line and grab a few burgers and a really big piece of cake. Man I love cake. "Damn girl, how are you not fat?" Christina asks. "It's a little thing I like to call exercise and cops. Almost every day I run from cops. Like a full on sprint for a few miles." She stares wide eyes. I nod and start on my first burger. "Can we see your schedule?" Will asks. I nod and throw it on the table. "Why the hell do you only have electives?" Zeke and Uriah yell at the same time. "Unlike you two idiots, I have a brain. I'm probably the smartest one sitting at this table. I graduated high school when I was in the seventh grade, then I majored in three different online college class websites, which took until about ninth grade, and currently I am an English major." They still have wide eyes. "I use about 10% more of my brain everyday than the average human does in a month. The only reason I know this is because when I was 11 I had gotten arrested because our stupid government thought I was trying to hurt the president's children just because I was passing in front of the white house while twirling a knife in my hand. So they arrested me and tested me for a whole bunch of shit, and it came back saying I used more of my brain than the average human. So you basically can say I'm a smartass who has a ton of shit to say at every moment." This snaps them out of it.
By now I'm finishing my 5th and last burger. Now to start with the cake. "Woah, a smartass hot chick that I'm related to. I wonder if I use my brain more too?" Uriah and Zeke say at the same time. I sigh. "Idiots. From what I can tell you two are stupider than a rock." They mock hurt, and I continue. "Now you are going to die in a few seconds for calling me a fucking hot chick." Uriah starts to freak out and starts crying as he tries to run away. Long story short, he trips, face plants, yells 'I love cake', and passes out. While Zeke runs after him only to trip on his pants that fell, face plants into Uriah's ass, yells 'Where is my frog prince', then passes out with his on Uriah's fat ass. The rest of the group looks at me while Lynn and I high five. "What, I put some peace serum and a pill they give prisoners when they get a little out of hand in their food. I expected this to happen." They still look at me. "Calm down they'll wake up in a moment and be back to the old Uriah and Zeke." As if on cue they wake up yelling. Zeke pulls his pants up and Uriah looks for his cake. "See, the same fart brains."
The bell rings and I head to advanced art. "Six, cam I have a picture of your full back tat?" I nod and remove my shirt and bra, covering my small breast with my arms. In the center of my back is an angel crying with her head in her knees. Her wings take up most of my shoulders. Her skin is full of quotes in cursive writings. Demons that look like their being held back by sheets are where ever the angel isn't. In each of those are dates of any event I find important. A gray color behind it all. I hear gasps just as Tori starts to take pictures.
"Who do you think designed this amazing piece of art here?" Tori asks her class as she continues to take pictures. "You." A few people guess. Some say one another. "No, all of you are wrong. The person with the tattoo designed it." All eyes shoot towards me. "Okay, now if y'all could go find a seat and start drawing or something, and not look at me while I have nothing on my upper body, that would be heaven." I say, my southern accent sneaking through. They sit down and start drawing. "Tori how long is this gonna take?" I whine. "I just finished, now put your shirt back on." I turn around and put on my black sports bra and shirt. There are no desks left, so I plop down in Tori's chair. I start to redraw the design on my back like I've done millions of times. Eventually I get bored, and start to bug Tori. "Tori I want another tattoo." I whine. "Six sit down and be quiet." I pout as I sit in her chair. I look around the room. There's a chalk board. Perfect. I start to draw every tattoo I have. By the time I'm done I'm covered in white powder, and I'm bored again.
I sit back down in Tori's chair and mess with her desk. I play with her stapler, attempting to shoot staples at the ceiling until Tori takes it from me. I decide to walk around the room and observe the other's drawings. I love them all, but then I get to one that says a million words. There's a boy kneeling on the ground with his back ripped to shreds while a man is about to swing a belt down on his back again, but the boy's shielding a little girl under him. Like he's trying to keep her safe from an evil man. I look at the kid drawing the picture. He has pure fear in his eyes as he gets every detail down on paper. I crouch down so that he can see me. "Hey kid," I whisper. "I can help you get out of there. I know it doesn't seem normal for a girl who goes to juvie often to have friends who are officers, but I do. If you want, I will contact her tonight and get y'all out of there tonight." He looks at me with wide eyes and nods his head vigorously.
Me and him walk out and I talk to Mary and they start taking care of it right away. "Hey what's your name?" I ask him as I get a good look at him. He's about 6'1, crystal blue eyes, beachy blonde hair, black rimmed glasses, and slightly large ears. "Jake, Jake Domingue." I shake his hand; he has a good grip. "Let me guess, you wanna be in the military. Good Choice. I'm Six, here's my number. If he bothers you or your little sister again, call me and I'll take care of it." He did something that surprised me. He hugged me. "Thank you so much." He whispers in my ear. I hug him tight. I drag him back into the classroom just as the bell rings. He grabs his things and heads off to his last class.
He looked oddly familiar, I just can't put my finger on it. The rest of the group comes in and sits in the back while me being me, I sit in Tori's chair, spinning in circles because I'm still bored. When I stop spinning, I see everyone gaping at me. "What?" I ask sounding like Uriah when he hasn't realized what he's done wrong. Four points to the chalk board behind me. "Oh." I say. They still haven't moved. "Spit it out already!" They stare for a few more seconds. "It's amazing."
And that's it for chapter five folks! I sound like an old lady. Um I have nothing to say really, all I know is that I'm tired af and I really need to sleep because my mom is most likely to wake me up at 10 tomorrow morning! And I will try to update whenever possible!
With sleepiness,
FourTris will last