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Chapter Three: Sisters?
You have my sincerest apologies. I had writer's block for almost a month- I just couldn't shake it. I would write a few sentences then get stuck. Then, my profile gets jammed so I couldn't tell you I had writer's block. And above all, I still had writer's block, even when I did the second draft. So, I'm sorry, don't kill me, and please read!
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I took a deep breath. I had to get inside without my father seeing me. God knows what kind of mood he'd be in. I slowly turned the door handle and cautiously opened the door.
Damn. He was in the chair.
"Raven. Where have you been?" My father asked, a little threateningly.
"I've been out." I replied cautiously.
"Where?"
"I told you, I was out."
"SPAWN!" He suddenly screamed.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: That's my nickname.
"I WAS OUT AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE!" I screamed right back.
A few books fell off the shelves. My father, however, looked pleased.
"Rage will consume you." He whispered at me.
"Leave a message after the beep." I called over my shoulder as I walked up the stairs.
Once in my room, I threw my backpack down on the floor and locked my door. (A/N: Hey! It rhymes! –clears throat- uh… back to the story…) Exhaling, and tiered, I fell face forward onto my bed and fell asleep.
I jerked awake at the sound of my private radio station- static. I slammed the 'sleep' button with such force that I knocked my alarm clock off the nightstand. The infernal thing still didn't shut up.
I decided then I wouldn't fight with it and I slid out of bed. Sleepily I pulled random articles of clothing off the hangers in my closet, grabbed my hoodie, and set off for the bathroom
Once freshly showered (and half awake), I found a few English muffins (a week past the expiration date) and popped them into the toaster. While they were toasting, I found food that would sustain a decent lunch. I rummaged around in the cupboards and found it- a package of tea. And it was the herbal stuff. I found a lonely Thermos, washed out the dust inside, and followed the directions as best I could…
Until I smelled something burning.
Damn. I burnt the toast again. Looking forlornly at the sad excuse for breakfast, I threw them away. It was around my time to leave when I heard my father stirring. I grabbed my backpack from my room and I was off.
I didn't even realize that I was asleep until the bell rang. I had slept through algebra.
I really needed a long weekend. With my father on a "business trip". Too bad the next one was next month.
Once at my locker, busily and hurriedly doing the combination to escape Malchior, I got it open without anyone slamming it shut. Yet.
"Hello, bitch."
It was Terra. Great. And she had backup this time.
I faced her, eyebrows raised slightly, daring her to say something.
"Yesterday. With Geek. Why'd you interfere?"
That's Terra. Always getting straight to the point.
"You can't go around hurting innocent people." My autopilot brain told my mouth to say.
Amanda, "Blackfire", stepped forward.
She looked me straight in the eye. "Watch your back." She said.
"Really?" I asked sarcastically, "Why?"
"Because I'll be stabbing it." She hissed.
"Does that mean you're going to backstab me, or that you'll be literally stabbing it? You should really clear those kinds of things up. You shouldn't go around saying those things to people- they could misinterpret it."
Amanda was so flustered that she couldn't think of a decent comeback. All that came out was some strangled sort of snort. They left me laughing at them. In my own strange mind, it was hysterically funny.
I'm as twisted as they come.
Once again, it was lunch period. Kori and I were sitting at the same table again, her with her mustard sandwich. We were busy eating (and talking) when I heard an all-too familiar voice above my head.
"Rae?"
"It's Raven, Garfield."
"Oh, uh, sure. Listen Rae…ven. Can I sit here?"
I shrugged. "Why not? No one's stopping you."
"Thanks." Garfield said gratefully as he pulled out a seat. "I used to sit with… Terra…"
He had obviously not gotten over Terra's betrayal.
However, Kori's eyes lit up. "Hello, friend!" she cried joyously.
"Hi." Garfield said, a little taken aback.
"My name is Koriand'r, though you may call me Kori. Please tell me, what is your name?"
"Garfield."
"Welcome to the table of lunch, friend Garfield!" Kori sang out.
"Sure." Garfield eyed Kori warily and scooted his chair away from Kori.
Kori beamed, then went back to her sandwich.
Garfield pulled out of his lunch bag a Tupperware, full of none other than…
"Tofu?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, tofu." Garfield said defensively.
I arched an eyebrow.
"Tofu is what I pledged myself to eat after… well, anyways, I think it's inhuman to eat what was once living. How would you like a cow to eat human meat?"
"You know, " I cut him off, "Jo was right. Shut up and eat."
And he did.
It just had to be Malchior that was waiting by my locker.
"Hello."
Damn it. Why couldn't I just kill him?
"I said, hello."
I pressed my lips together, half irritated and half suppressing screams.
"That's nice. I'm fine, too."
Why was he one of those select few who could have a conversation with the wall and no one notices?
"You know Raven," Malchior said, stepping closer to me, "it's considered rude not to answer back."
I let out a half growl, half scream.
He laughed at that. "You're such a freak."
Unfortunately for him, Garfield chose that exact moment to walk by.
"What did you say to her?" Garfield hissed. "Because you better take it back. Right now."
Malchior snorted. "I'm not taking it back at all. She is a freak."
Garfield let a few choice words out, directed towards him.
Fortunately, the seven letter, two word sentence effectively drove Malchior away. I never got to ask Garfield why he stood up for me, because he left soon after that.
The last bell had rang, and we were on our way to our lockers. Malchior wasn't at his locker. He was probably afraid of Gar. I wouldn't blame him.
I bent down to get a textbook out of my locker. It didn't budge.
Someone kicked my backpack halfway across the hall. After a scream of "ARG!" from me. I stomped over to my backpack, gave the person who was laughing (and who kicked it) a good kick in the shins. Muttering angrily to myself, I went back to the textbook.
I tugged on it. It was stuck on my P.O.S. locker. Damn locker. Too small.
I continued to tug on that godforsaken textbook, which was determinedly wedged between the clutches of my locker.
"Need any help?"
I looked up to see a big guy, most likely on the football team, looking down at my battle with my locker. He seemed amused. I was anything but.
"Yeah. Stupid friggin' textbook is stuck."
The guy nodded, and in one fluid motion, literally tore the textbook out of my locker.
"Thanks."
"The name's Victor Stone."
"Raven Roth."
I shut my locker and hoisted the backpack on my shoulders. He had run off to football practice, just as I'd guessed.
I met Kori outside, and we walked to the library together. I made myself at home at one of the tables while Kori went and retrieved her nametag. The library was peaceful and quiet. Algebra was easy today, thanks to Angelo's help from yesterday.
That was before the doors opened and Terra, accompanied by Kitten and Amanda, walked in and shattered that peace.
They twittered loudly and sent me the evil eye, and gave a few poisonous glances to Kori. Kori, also, caught sight of Amanda and stiffened, her hand halfway to the shelf.
"Hello, sister dear." Amanda called from across the library.
Sisters? Kori and Amanda? I casually walked over, standing next to Kori.
Kori started shoving books into random places on the shelves, determinedly ignoring Amanda. Amanda sauntered over, with Kitten and Terra in tow.
"I said hello." Amanda said, a little too loud.
"Hello." Kori mumbled, not even looking at her.
Amanda grabbed the book Kori was shelving, and tossed it to Terra. Kori looked a little scared and helpless, as she watchedTerra and Kittentoss the book back and forth.
Amanda roughly grabbed Kori by the shoulder, spinning her around. Kori stifled a cry of surprise.
"Listen, Kori." Amanda hissed, "You'll do as I say. I'm flunking History. Do my homework for me again."
I saw something snap inside Kori's eyes.
"No."
"What?" Amanda said, shoving her against the bookcase.
"Kormand'r, I won't."
Amanda, newly exposed as "Kormand'r", turned a shade of purple, and shook Kori violently.
"Don't ever call me that name! I am Amanda, not some stupid name that our parents gave me!"
Amanda took off her backpack and threw it at Kori.
"Do my homework, or else."
"Or else what?" I suddenly said.
Amanda flicked her eyes all the way over me, taking in my black outfit. Then, she took my shoulder and whispered in my ear-
"Something bad will happen to you."
"I'm very scared." I sarcastically assured her.
Amanda released my shoulder, and left with the rest of her clan.
Kori, on the other hand, didn't look so good. In fact, she dropped all the books she was clutching and made a break for the bathroom.
As soon as I got there, Kori was getting sick in one of the stalls. I leaned against the sink and said-
"Don't do this to yourself."
"I can't stop it." Kori sounded overcome by tears. "She always finds a way to get back at me. She's so-"
Kori was sick again. As soon as her sick spell was over, I went and got one of the librarians. I told her a blindsided version of the truth, and brought Kori to the only safe place I could think of-
Garfield's house.
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