Trouble on the playard
Normally the kids at school leave me be and know better than to mess with me. They know of my connection to the Fireflys and what we are capable of doing when provoked. During lunch period, I was mindin' my own business not botherin' anyone when this girl around my age came from behind and gave me a shove off the chin ups bar I was seated on. This caught me off guard and I fell and busted my lip. It didn't hurt really, but it was bleedin' and it got me mad. I jumped to my feet ready to confront this 'rabbit.' By now, most of the kids on the yard had arranged themselves into a circle that was a dead giveaway for a fight. I had to admit it though. She had guts to shove me, even if it was from behind. The girl began to make fun of my family not being my real family, and set upon each one. First was Otis, Rufus, Tiny, Daddy, Grandpa Hugo, Daddy, the final ones that set me off was Mama and Baby.
I charged towards her like someone shot off a firecracker in my ass. My fists connected with her face, blacking one eye, smashing her nose, knocking a few teeth loose. Then I pulled out my pocket knife I carried with me at all times and stuck her with it. And yes, I was trying to actively kill her at the time. None of the other kids knew I carried a knife on me, they thought I just kept punching her repeatidly. Gradually she bevame weaker and weaker and her punches less effective. When she lost conciousness, I simply got to my feet and walked away as if nothing ever happened. I made sure I got rid of my knife in case the school wanted to search me. I'd come back for my knife later on.
Sure enough I was escorted to the principal's office. I walked there without incident smiling to myself at the siren wailing away, the ambulance taking the girl to the hospital. I sat down in his office and the principal sat in his desk staring at me intently. I was not scared. She attacked me first. And to be honest, even if I had instigated the fight, id still not be scared. There are worse things to be scared of, believe me. As my sister had once told me when I first came to live with them, "we're the reason mama's lock their doors at night sweetie." I grin. The principal brought me back from my daydream and said something like "that girl has to go to the hospital because of you Sydney. You realize the trouble you got yourself in?" I shrug. "it wouldn't be the first time. You don't scare me none. My daddy and mama are the ones that scare me. And they'll support me in what I did." I sit back proudly. He replied with "if she dies, you'll be put away for manslaughter. You realize that right?" my eyes widen. I pretend to care and be worried for her well being and my freedom. Even though I couldn't give a flying fuck.
He calls my daddy and tells him there is a problem at the school and that I need to be picked up, there was going to be a discussion because now the little bitch's parents were here and they wanted to kill me. I could see it in their eyes. I never got on well with any other people outside of my own family and a few of our family friends. That was it. Daddy came into the office looking rather annoyed. I know it was for show. He knew the girl I was talking about that was giving me trouble. He also knew that I was going to get her one day. After a discussion some other kids were called in by themselves and said that she did indeed start the fight. BUT… I was the one mainly in trouble because I should have stopped when I saw that she was out for the count. To hell with that….
Daddy drove me home but before we got there we stopped off for some ice cream. Daddy wanted "fruity fuckin' tootie" as he put it. I wanted a cookie dough sundae with berry sauce on it. We ate our ice cream and talked. "so what did you do to her?" daddy asked. "I stabbed the bitch. I was gonna kill the little fucker but to many people were watching." Daddy's eyes went all buggy. "whaaaat?" daddy asked. "damn girl! You have got a helluva temper on you. Just like your sister." He cackled. I grinned. That's why I love my family. They don't really give a damn what I do…well….thats not entirely true. What I mean is that if im beating the shit out of someone, and they die then its not a problem. I can do what I please within reason. And if I hide the evidence form the pigs and other nosey rabbits.
"Why do I have a temper like Baby?" I ask curious. Daddy grinned. "ask your sister about eyeballs and grapes." Daddy laughed. I grinned. I had a feeling Baby had one helluva story on that. I finished my ice cream and we got Baby one (same as daddy's) because if we didn't she'd start crying and moping about it. I would have saved her some of mine but she always said berry sauce looks like lumpy period blood. Nasty. Hahah…yeah. And that's coming from a serial killer. ; )
As we pulled by our farm Baby was outside on our tire swing, lazily whirling about. Daddy called out ice cream and Baby bounded forward. She got her ice cream and me and her went off around to the back. "why you home from school so early?" she asked me. I grin. "I got expelled for stabbing a bitch." Baby looked at me. "You stabbed someone?" what she do?" Baby asked curious. "she was trying to start shit with our family. Its not like a didn't warn her several times." Baby shrugged. "Well, if something's got to me done, you gotta do it." Im glad she agreed with me. In the distance I heard Otis's booming laugh and a "I never knew that kid had it in her. She's Firefly alright!" I grin. Finally the albino bastard admitted what was right all along.
I heard Mama laugh as she went outside to the porch to sit with daddy. They were having a lemonade. I wanted one of those lemonades but I was too lazy to get one. We continued to mess around outside doing nothing in particular until dinner time. We got our dinner and went to eat outside being as was nice out. It was Friday and being as I was currently not in school and it was nearly vacation, there was no need to go to bed at a decent hour.