The bus was emptying out; many of the students had gotten out to stretch or explore their surroundings. October soon followed. It was pitch black out, well…to everyone else it was pitch black out. She could see as far as anyone could in the light. The terrain was unfamiliar to her. She had traveled a lot, mostly through state, but this road seemed different. Perhaps it was because it was dark. And what was that shape she had seen before? She scanned the forest; it was gone now, but where?
Amy and her group were laughing again. Laughter was hard to ignore but once it happens incessantly, it's easy to forget. They could call her a freak all they wanted and they would be able to get away with it. October vowed never to react to her anger again. It had been destructive the first time she had and it would be the last.
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"Hey! Freak!" Samantha screamed at her. There was laughter among friends again. It was fifth grade, on the playground.
"We're talking to you, freak!" Sam called again.
Rage boiled in October's chest, anger consuming her, "My name is not freak!" she screamed. Her eyes felt like they were on fire. The look that she was giving them could have made Lucifer jealous.
"Oooo, she's getting mad, guys," she continued taunting.
Tears began forming in her eyes. Extreme anger always did that to her. She supposed it was a good sign, relieving anger through another emotion. It was time to leave. She started walking towards the school, no looking at them as she passed by.
"Aw, are you gonna cry, freak? Why don't you cry to your mommy about it?" and then they shoved her, hard. She would have fallen but her movements were fast and fluid, well balanced and graceful. Turning, she looked at Sam. Before she could mock her further, October pounced, her weight and aim knocking the girl to the ground.
The girl's screams only seemed to encourage October's attack. She grabbed her head and slammed it down on the ground, hit her face, ripped her hair- anything she could get her hands on, she shredded. Samantha's other friends fled, like the coward bastards they were. They didn't stay to help their friend but one did manage to get a teacher.
"October! No!" she screamed, pulling her off of Sam, and looking at the damage October had done. The look on the teacher's face was permanently etched in her mind- horror, shock, and disgust. Before getting taken away, October looked over her shoulder at Sam, who didn't look like Sam anymore. Her face was bashed in; her hair lay scattered on the ground around her. Blood dripped down her once pretty face.
She ended up living. It had taken surgery to mend her wounds and facial reconstruction to repair her cheek bones. The principal spoke to Nancy in shock. How could a little girl do all that damage? It was true, October supposed, how could she? She was not that strong, at least she didn't believe she was. Maybe there was more to her that she could have imagined.
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There it was again- that movement. Her instincts screamed at her to get back on the bus. Something was going to happen.