Chapter 4
I got stung by a wasp. Ghastly things. I didn't scream. But this is how it happened.
One of the stupid Pages was in the barn, trying to knock down a wasp nest. I knocked the stupid boy out of the way before it dropped on his head, and got a nasty sting on my hand.
He grumbled a thanks as we booked it out of the barn.
That yesterday, and I still have a small bump on my hand.
Rake says he got stung when he was younger and his arm swelled to the size of a pigs rump, apparently he is allergic to it somehow.
Caw's wing is all better now, though I think he limps for sympathy, I took him to Daina and told her I didn't want him. But she insisted he had to stay with me.
So I opened the windows and shooed him out, he was a wild animal, he could take care of himself.
But the next morning I woke with the pox-rotten bird standing on my forehead. I cursed him and shoved him off.
Caw screeched and flew to land on the bed post. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, how it the scumer bird get in?
I changed and finished my homework, skimming through the reading I had for history. Then I heard the bells go off for breakfast. Caw jumped onto my shoulder. And I walked from the room with my books. I was met by Ron in the hall, he slammed into me making me fall to the ground, spilling my books across the floor.
"Sorry there, stump." He looked to spit on the ground, but Caw leapt into the air and beat him with his wings. I laughed, for the first time happy I had him.
Ron left off for the mess as I collected my books.
As I went for the last book a pair of hands picked it up. I looked at them a long moment before tracing the arms up to the face.
It was the other girl page. She met my eyes levelly.
"Here." She said, handing it to me. I took it. Her hazel eyes searched my eyes. "My name is Jasmine." She told me. So she was the girl that was left. I nodded thanks to her. She smiled a little.
We walked into the mess and she went to sit with the boys she had made friends with. I sat alone.
In the next few days she and I saw more of each other.
Until my monthlies came and cursed at everyone.
I sat by myself, my stomach upset from the monthlies, picking at my food when she came up to me.
"Monthlies?" she asked. I stared at her for a moment, it was just me and her in ear shot. I nodded. "It sucks doesn't it?" she sympathized. I stared at her.
Someone understood.
The brilliant revaluation made me smile.
"Here, this tea helps with it." She said, handing a small box of tea bags to me. Then she smiled, leaning in real close. "Boys have no idea how much harder it is for us." She then smiled, squinting her eyes, and walked off.
I hardly know her.
And she is the only person who understands me.