Part Twenty-Four:

"Iveria Kinrey, did you take this?!" I blinked with innocense at Mrs. Sweetan's furious face. She held up a wallet that she had pulled from my backpack. "Well,"Mrs. Sweetan said, waiting for my answer. Yet, everyone knew I wouldn't answer. Everyone in my 5th grade Math class had their eyes on me and Mrs. Sweetan. "She doesn't talk,"someone stated in a squeaky voice. Then there was a lot of muttering as all the young minds seeked for my excuse to save me.

"She wouldn't take it, Mrs. Sweetan,"another one stated loudly. Then everyone started bursting out what they knew of me. "She's too quiet." "She never stole anything before." But Mrs. Sweetan ignored them and continued to glare that cold glare at me. "Did you take this from my desk, Iveria,"she snarled. Then she turned to the class,"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" The cold glare caused everyone's mouth to close in fear. I saw that fear.

When Mrs. Sweetan looked at me, I continued my blank stare. "Say something,"she snapped. Then she grabbed my upper shoulders and shook me. "Say something,"Mrs. Sweetan screeched furiously,"Tell me you took it!" After a moment, she stopped and had a look of great confusion. "Stop that,"she snapped, but less furious. More fear. "Don't look at me like that,"Mrs. Sweetan growled. I continued to reflect the glare she had given the class, but with my own built up anger.

Mrs. Sweetan had a look of fear and in panic she slapped me. The whole class gasped, and she backed up in shock. I hadn't even flinched. I only glared at her. My poisonous glare. I think she forgot about that wallet. The wallet I had almost sucessfully stolen. It had a lot of money in it. Money that my destroyed family needed. "STOP LOOKING AT ME,"the teacher screamed.

I sat up with a gasp.

The first thing I noticed was the fact that the room wasn't blurry. Maybe my mind hasn't gone completely out of wack after all. I happen to be within the room of Jestin. That's how they say it in spanish. The of . So if you were saying Jestin's mother...in spanish you'd say madre de Jestin. Madre for mother, de for of, and Jestin for Jestin. Our name never changes. It's just the way of pronounciation that changes. That is...unless you teach them how to pronounce it right.

Daviel's house. Casa de (how would you say idiot?).

"Oh, look, Miss pass-out-a-lot is awake." Speak of the devil, and he shall rise. Daviel walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "So, it must feel wonderful to know that you can come up with all kinds of ways to make a mess of things,"Daviel stated dryly. I glared at him furiously. "Where's Jestin,"I asked...then added with a snarl,"Where's your precious Tyra?" I was actually trying to provoke him. I figured that if I insult Tyra enough, it'll annoy him. Sounds like a death wish, huh?

"They are both downstairs, enjoying the party you tried to wreck,"Daviel stated sharply,"And don't sound so jealous of Tyra. People will think you like me." I snorted in denial,"Yeah, Right. Don't worry, I hate you." Daviel only scowled and replied,"It's ok. I hate you, too." Then I stated,"Oh, good. We finally agree on something. Let's throw a party...oh, too late." I smirked at my sarcasm. Am I not so perfect at sarcasm? I love myself. Well...not too much. Just my sarcasm.

I don't love a lot of things about myself. The number one thing I hate about myself in my hands. My hands suck. I hate them. First of all, my nails are horrible. I have my bad habit of chewing on my nails when I'm nervous or stressed. Those happen to be two of the most felt feelings I have. Then, my cuticles are always annoying. If I push them back, it leaves this white scrap over it. I hate it. Then I have these hang nails that if I rip it off, I start to bleed. Grrrrr.

Not to mention the fact that I have short fingers. Stubby. They make my hand look smaller. It makes my fingers look fatter. So then I wear these rings so that you can tell I HAVE fingers. That way you can see where they start, seeing as my stubby fingers love to look as if they're trying to blend into the rest of my hand. Then, there is always something on my palms. Whether it's ink or anything of the sort, my hand has some sort of mess on it. Plus they are always cold. I have to put them on my neck to warm them!

All in all, I hate my hands.

"So what happened? Or did you just want a way out of the party,"Daviel suddenly asked, cutting into my thoughts. My thought rants. That's what I call them. Thought Rants...because I'm ranting about stuff in my thoughts. Clever? Not very... Anyways, I had to answer Daviel of course. "No, I wasn't TRYING to pass out...or faking,"I snapped in annoyance,"I was just having...mental problems." Daviel scoffed,"Like always." Oooooh, he's just loving to tick me off.

I crossed my arms and stopped talking. It's no use! Trying to explain something to Daviel is like talking to a wall that talks back. Walls don't have brains...hopefully not...and don't have feelings. It's a Daviel made all over. After a moment, Daviel stood up,"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just go downstairs and tell them you were jealous of Tyra. So you made yourself pass out." And he started towards the door. "Don't you DARE,"I screeched at him.

Daviel went out the door with an evil grin on his face. I struggled out of Jestin's bed. My high heels were still on, but I kicked them off. What? Do you think I'm going to let Daviel go tell lies about me? I think not! I sprinted to the door and pulled it open. When I went into the hallway, I saw that Daviel was walking slowly. I wonder if I bust a vase over his head...will that stop him? Probaly not. "You stop right there,"I yelled at him. Daviel turned around to walk backward,"Why? I'll be telling the truth."

Then he started to say in a sing song voice,"Jealous Ivy. Ivy Jealous. Of who? I know, Tyra!" I stomped towards Daviel furiously. "I'm NOT jealous of ANYONE,"I snapped furiously. Then I grabbed both of his wrist and started to pull him to a stop. Eh, it didn't work. He only chuckled evily before saying,"Well, I don't know. It sounds awefully a lot like you are." I could kick him. Wouldn't work. I could kick him in a good spot. And die? No way.

I stuck with threatening,"I'll bite you." This actually did slow him down as he raised a brow. "No you won't,"Daviel said skeptically. Is that a dare, my folks? "Oh, yes I will. Don't you go lying about me or I'll bite you,"I threatened dangerously. "I don't believe you,"Daviel stated shortly. I gasped,"Now the world is going to fall on me! Oh, no! I WILL!" Daviel smiled with malice. I dare think that he seriously is testing my will. I will bite him...I mean, he bit me first.

"You wouldn't,"he disagreed. I replied,"Yes, I wou-" Daviel interupted,"I don't thin-" My turn,"Oh, yes I-" Daviel (does this seem familiar or what?) interupted,"I doubt you--" Me,"I wou-" Him,"No wa-" Me,"Don't think I wo-" Him,"You can't ev-" Me,"I WI-" Him,"Yeah, rig--HEY!"

I bit him.

Right on the back of his hand.

That's what he gets for testing me.

Well, now I can officially state that the back of his hand is less gross than his palm. Isn't as bitter. Not that I'd go into the area of licking everyone's hand, now. Pfft. It isn't THAT great. None-the-less, I bit him. Then I let go and started wiping off my mouth in disgust. "I can't believe you bit me,"Daviel said wiping his hand as well. "I told you I would. Don't you lie about me or I'll...I'll kick you,"I stated,"And don't think I won't. I bit you, it'll be nicer to kick you."

Suddenly, Daviel looked serious. "If you kick me, I'll bite you...and it will hurt,"he threatened. Oh, I don't doubt that. I crossed my arms and said,"That's not fair." He shrugged,"Life's not fair." Then Daviel suddenly snapped at me. I jumped back and he smirked,"Gotcha." With that, he started down the stairs. I followed behind him to see what he was going to say, not caring for the looks I got. Whether it's because I passed out or because I had no shoes on, I don't know.

"Everyone,"Daviel said loudly, glancing at me a last time,"It's all right. Jestin's friend just passed out because of mental problems." Everyone started laughing and I glared at Daviel. He shrugged at my glare,"You said not to lie. Mental Problems...that's what you told me." Then he walked off. Clever? Yes, but not funny. Not funny at all. In fact, I'm going to burn down this house. WOAH, calm down. Don't let those thoughts get to your head, Ivy. Remember that time you were thinking of firework damage.

That went well. No, well for me...but not for that family. Hehehehehahahaha. Ah, the fourth of July. What a fun day that can be. If you have to know, I was bored and I had a load of bottlerockets and firecrackers left over. It was long ago, when I was in my quiet age. I mean, I didn't ever get in trouble...I never did except with that book incident. All I did was find a hole in this one house. I lit bottle rockets and firecrackers and threw it into the small hole that led into the kitchen of the house.

It didn't hurt anyONE. Just broke a couple of things. We all have our moments.

Jestin suddenly appeared next to me with sympathy. "Are you all right,"she asked, clearly disbelieving Daviel's speech. I shrugged,"I was just having a Sight problem, I guess. Too much at once or something." Before Jestin could reply, someone suddenly said,"Let's hear one of Jes' poems." And suddenly there was an outbreak of agreement. Obviously, they have heard a couple of her poems. They must know that she's good at it. Jestin smiled and glanced at me. I shrugged,"Go ahead."

"Ok,"Jestin said,"Ok, I'll say one, I guess." Jestin didn't seem to enjoy giving off one of her poems. She's probaly like me in my area of brains. I don't usually want to tell people things I know. I prefer to act dumb. It brings less attention towards me. Jestin walked away to a place where she could be seen by everyone. I didn't see her pull out a book or anything, so I guess she just remembers all of her poems. That's very smart. I could do that if I tried. Aha.

"I wrote a poem recently, actually,"Jestin said and a couple of her friends cheered her on. "It's based off a friend of mine,"she continued,"It's called 'Black and White'. This one is for you, Ivy." A couple of people turned their head to look at me, but I felt the deja vu hit me like a fish stick. Make sense? I don't know. I just know I heard this from one of my so-called 'Sights'. Everyone kept their attention on Jestin as she recited the words to her poem:

"Black and White.

Don't think I don't think

this blood that you drink

is mine, but I'll fight.

Black and White.

You're horrible; you're great.

This life of you is fake,

but I'll make it right.

Black and White.

Two-faced is a lie.
When your victims die

I'll be the one in the light.

Black and White.

You love me, you hate me.

Inside you are crazy.
Don't dwell on the night.

Black and White.

So insane, I'm confused.

This double is abuse.

I have spent my spite.

Black and White."

The room burst with applause of the poem. Me being myself...I didn't get it. Yet, I liked it.