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Chapter 3: Clarisse la Rue
"Don't speak about my mother that way punk!" Clarisse yelled at a person older than her. "Unless you want to die."
Clarisse added the last part for satisfaction. The older person didn't care. He smiled, showing all his white teeth.
"Your mother's a siss-" The guy didn't even get to finish,
Clarisse was on him in an instant, beating him up with her fist, and knuckle-duster she had gotten on her 6th birthday. She was now seven. The older person's nose had to be broken, blood was streaming freely and she heard a small satisfied crack. She had definitely broken it.
"Is she still a sissy?" Clarisse asked, her voice dangerously low.
The boy stayed silent, refusing to answer that question.
"Is she still a sissy?!" Clarisse roared, using her strength to throw the boy on the school wall.
"N-No!" The boy replied, clearly frightened.
"And you better believe it punk," Clarisse muttered as she threw him to the ground and walked away.
Almost everyone in the school had been watching the fight. They watched as Clarisse had beaten up a kid a year older than her. And of course, someone had to go and tattle.
"Clarisse beat up a kid older than her!" A whiny girl whined to a teacher, pointing her finger at the culprit.
The teacher did not look amused as she walked over to the scene, inspecting the blood on Clarisse's hand, and the blood on the boy's nose. She sighed, shaking her head and looking grim.
"Clarisse la Rue!" The teacher yelled loudly. "Come to the headmaster's office."
Clarisse glared at the girl who had told. The girl flinched and looked away. She followed the teacher up the steps and into the door of the office.
"You keep on telling us to say please and yet you didn't say please," Clarisse told the teacher as she glared.
The teacher ignored Clarisse, and walked away, leaving the daughter of Ares in the principal's office. She glared after her retreating figure, and couldn't resist sticking up the finger. The principal looked at her sternly.
"Clarisse," the principal said sternly, an edge to his voice. "Don't do that."
"Please," Clarisse sneered, glaring at the principal this time.
"I'm afraid I have to call your parents."
"Why are you afraid? And it's parent."
The principal ignored Clarisse's snide remarks about everything. "Mother or father?"
"Mom."
The principal smiled. They were finally getting somewhere. He looked through his phone book until he came across the last name- la Rue, Clarisse. He dialed the home phone number, and waited. No one answered. He stared at her, expecting an answer. She sneered back, waiting for the bang.
And then the door was kicked down. The principal ran for cover, expecting a bomb. It wasn't. It was Clarisse la Rue's mother. Her daughter ran up to her, hugging her. Ms. la Rue, smiled and patted her back comfortably, her gaze hardening as she watched the principal.
"If this is how you react to any door opening," Ms. la Rue spoke, looking at the principal. "Then how are you going to save anyone?"
The principal bobbed his head, nearly letting it fall off. He returned back to his spinning chair and sat down hastily. Ms. la Rue watched him amusedly, as he kept on rearranging and arranging his desk in nervousness.
"Your daughter has been causing quite a bit of trouble Ms. la Rue," the principal finally spoke.
"What's the point?" Ms. la Rue asked, looking slightly bored.
"The point is that your daughter might get expelled because of her behavior! Fights, several severe injuries for other students," the principal ticked off all the things Clarisse had done like a list.
When the principal finished, he expected Ms. la Rue to be angry. What he didn't expect were her next words to Clarisse.
"I told you all those fighting classes would pay off," Ms. la Rue told her daughter.
"This is not amusing!" The principal lost his temper easily, banging his fist on the table. "Maybe if your daughter had a counselor. O-Or a father figure then-"
The principal's fist banging had been strong. But Ms. la Rue's fist banging was even stronger, even making a dent on the metal table. She glanced at Clarisse, seeing her hardened expression.
"Clarisse's father is a training mentor in the military, and does not have any time to see us!" Ms. la Rue said, deathly calm, but saying that in a cold voice, raising it at the end. "You wouldn't understand."
Clarisse hopped off the chair she had been sitting in and followed her mother out the door. The door closed with a loud bang, and the last thing she saw was the principal deciding whether or not he should hide. She saw him stay at his desk and watch the dent in his desk. She hurried to catch up with her mother.
"So you broke the kid's nose?" Ms. la Rue asked her daughter once they got in the jeep.
Clarisse nodded proudly.
"Your father would have been proud of you," Ms. la Rue continued, getting a look in her eye.
"Really?" Clarisse looked at her mother doubtfully.
"Really," Ms. la Rue confirmed.
The rest of the journey home was led in silence.
A/N: No offense to any headmaster or principal out there. I don't really know Clarisse's mom's character, so I'm sorry if any characters are OOC. Thanks for all the support!