This Girl is on Fire!
The flames burst through the blue light in inferno waves. My hair blew up in tendrils of smoke. But I wasn't even frightened. The fire was part of me. Inside me. Emotions I couldn't control. Didn't want to. All my emotions burst through in flame. Pain, despair, anger, sadness, fear. It was me.
The boy looked up from where he took cover. "Who are you?"
I glared at him. "Alexandra Grace Jackson. Thanks for asking." That was when the bucket of water was thrown over my head.
I wheeled around screaming. "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT?"
The boy rolled his eyes, sarcastic. "Hmm… Maybe because you were ON FIRE?"
"IS IT ANY OF YOUR BUISNESS WHY I WAS ON FIRE? AND, YOU RUINED A HOMEMADE LEATHER JACKET!"
"OH NO! How will you ever manage?"
I stepped in his face.. "I'M GONNA RIP YOUR LUNGS OUT WITH MY TOES AND STUFF THEM BACK DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
He looked me straight in the eyes, unafraid. "As. If. You couldn't hurt a fly if you tried."
"YOU ARE SOOOOOO DEAD!" I threw a punch to his jaw and threw him to the ground. He grabbed my foot and pinned me down. I kicked him in the gut and gained control. I obviously had more experience in street fighting. than he did. I put his wrist in a lock and put some pressure on it. Just enough to hurt, not enough to break it. At least, not yet. "I AM GOING TO BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY, ONE BY ONE, SO I CAN HEAR EVERY SINGLE SCREAM YOU MAKE. THEN I'M GOING TO EMBARRASS YOU SO HARD YOU'LL BE ASHAMED TO SHOW YOUR FACE. YOU'LL BE FORCED INTO EXILE. WHEN YOU GET YOUR CONFIDENCE BACK, IF EVER, I'M GOING TO DO IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN!"
He seemed unfazed by the comment, "Try it. I could so easily dodge your blows, I could do it with my eyes closed. How are you gonna break my bones?"
I spoke quietly, "Now you've made me mad. AND WHEN I'M MAD I FIGHT DIRTY!" I pulled knife out of my boot. The silver metal glinted in the sun. I smiled so deeply, any one looking would have thought I was a demon. Not a happy smile. I surged forward trying to get to him. He bolted. Whoever this kid was, he wasn't going to get very far. That was for sure. I wasn't about to let some kid make fun of me and get away with it. I chased after him demonic smile plastered on my face.
When I finally caught up to him, I tackled him, bringing him to the ground. The tip of my knife was pressed to his chest. I wasn't actually going to kill him, just scare him into behaving. Someone pulled me off of him.
"Let me at 'im!" I screamed at my captor.
The centaur dude spoke, "Alex,"
" He started it!"
"She started it!" We glared at each other.
"Alex, follow me. Alex, go back to your cabin."
"You just told me to follow you."
"Alexandra, follow me. Alexander go back to your cabin." I followed the centaur, and gave Alex one last death glare, thinking, It's almost your time.