"Carmilla! Get down here this instant, or you will have hell to pay!"
"Yes mother." Carmilla said as she raced down the stairs.
"What on Earth are you wearing?" snarled my mother as I came into view. I look down at my black converse, blood red t-shirt, black ripped jeans, and black leather jacket; and shrugged. I liked it, I thought I was pretty good at matching for a six year old. Mother, however, was not impressed with my attempt to dress myself, "Go change this instant."
I pouted, "But mother I like-" my protest was cut off by the sharp sound of my Mother's hand colliding with my face. I started to squeak in pain, but quickly cut it off; that just makes her anger worse. I wordlessly trudged up the stairs to change, my cheek stinging the whole way up.
That is how I ended up here; walking to school, William (unfortunately) by my side. I was miserable, not only was I wearing a hideous shirt the color of sticky cotton candy, I was also enduring my brother's never-ending taunts and teases. I tuned him out after he started calling me a "snot nosed midget", if he actually had some wit, he might be able to come up with insults that border on clever, instead of the sub-par garbage that my ears were currently being barraged with. I sighed and blew my bangs out of my face as I let my thoughts wonder.
The first day of kindergarten was, surprisingly, not as bad as I thought it would be. Though, mother already began our education at a very young age, so I already knew how to read and do basic math. The other students seemed to be very far behind in their education, some of them could barely say the alphabet. The fact that I was so far ahead of the other kids made it difficult for me to acquire any new friends, so I was marching onto the school grounds without a single ally by my side.
William tore through my train of thought when he started talking about taking some girl's cookies. Yesterday, I had witnessed my older brother (by one year, mind you) take the most adorkable little girl's cookies from her blue lunchbox in the shape of a phone booth. I was so disgusted that he wanted to risk traumatizing this girl further by stealing from her again that (against my better judgment) I turned to him and called him a lout (don't ask me what that is, it just sounded good at the time), and then proceeded to run away.
My brother stood there for a couple seconds, his brown eyes slotted as he tried to determine if what I called him was an insult or not. By the time he finally decided I was slighting him, I had already ran through the gates leading to the schoolyard and stolen the janitor's keys. I sprinted to the janitor's closet, by this time I was far out of Will's sight, and locked myself inside.
I managed to peak out a crack I made in the door and spotted that cookie girl from yesterday. Before I even thought about what I was doing, I opened the door wider and grabbed the girl, yanking her inside the closet with me.
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"Later creampuff!" I call after Laura as she frantically ran in the wrong direction (the kindergarten classrooms were the other way). I smile at the dorky girl's antics as I begin walking to my class, and think to myself; Perhaps, I do have an ally at this godforsaken school after all.
Class was ridiculously (almost painfully) boring. I was ecstatic when it was finally time for recess. I wondered around the playground aimlessly until I caught a flash of dirty blonde hair blur past me, followed by the ebony hair that mirrored my own. "Jessie get her!" William screamed at his friend as he chased Laura.
Jessie was jumping up and down on one foot while simultaneously clutching the other, "I can't, that midget nailed me in the shins!"
Well now I know where my brother got his oh so expansive vocabulary, and creative insults, I thought to myself. Some people don't read as much as I do, this is evident when observing someone's vocabulary; William and his friend Jessie are proof of that. I rolled my eyes at my brother's idiocy and started chasing after Laura.
"Hiya Carm," Laura panted as I caught up to her. I looked back and saw my brother and his idiot friend had already picked a different target to shamelessly harass.
"Hey creampuff. I see you had an eventful recess so far." I said with a lazy smile.
Laura beamed at me before her face morphed into a worried frown, "I just realized I kicked your brother's friend in the shins! I told myself this morning, before I met you of course, that I would resort to shin kicking today if those mean boys picked on me again, and then I met you, I didn't think about how you would feel if I hurt your brother and his friends. Carmilla I am so sorr-"
I cut off Laura's (extreme run-on sentence); "It's fine cupcake. Really, in fact I think you should kick them in the shins whenever you have the need."
Warm brown eyes scanned my face for any signs of insincerity, she didn't seem to find any hint of it because she nodded once and then grabbed my hand. I started at the sudden contact; I'm not used to anyone touching me for any reason outside of hitting me. She studied my face for a couple of seconds before she began pulling me towards the swing set, the whole time babbling about bear spray and krav maga (I think?). I couldn't help but smile at this sweet, yet feisty, girl. And, just like that, I had made a new friend; the kind that lasts a lifetime.