Hey guys!
Sorry this took so long! I got completley overloaded with life and whatnot, and also started up another sport. Life has been quite hectic for me, so I thank y'all for understanding! I promise to be a lot more productive in the future! ;)
I lunge at Mistypool but just barely miss. Quick as a cat, I bunch up again, ready to pounce. The brainless clones -who's names are Littlesong and Roseleaf I think- are running around, waving their arms in the air and screaming. I just ignore them, my eyes locking on to my enemy target. Stunned and left on the floor, Mistypool just sits there paralyzed. Her designer bag and makeup lay scattered on the floor around her. I take all this in in about 3 seconds, tops. Still, it's more than enough time for Misty to come to her senses. She shakes her head and comes back from her daze. I spring, landing on her so hard that the breath is knocked out of her pathetic little lunges.
Now, don't take any of this the wrong way. I know my place, and usually follow the schools rules to a T. Nothings different here. I don't harm her at all, except for winding her a little. Instead, I shred the bag of hers to little bits along with whatever else was left inside it.
See? No harm done at all!
Finally, I snap out of my crazy battle mode and look up, cool determination set in my bright green eyes. There, see Mistypool staring at me, her eyes bulging out her head. Then the tears come. It's crazy how much that girl can cry. Like seriously, it was as if rivers were pouring out of the sockets where he eyes were supposed to be. Completely enraptured by this pathetic scene, Littlesong and Roseleaf come rushing up to Mistypool and randomly start crying too. Talk about lame, right? Then, Roseleaf looks up at me –because I can quickly regroup and come to my senses and am already standing once more on my feet- and screams, "You monster! How could you do this to such a poor, little, angelic innocent soul!? You are a traitor to your family and all your friends! You deserve to wither deep down at the bottom of a well all alone so that nobody will ever have to lay eyes on your wretched face again!"
Okay, maybe she didn't say that exactly. It might have been a little less dramatic, and maybe she didn't say the last part at all. But still. She could have said the last part and it wouldn't have made much of a difference; that was how dramatic it was.
Anyways, I had gotten bored of this whole shenanigan and decided it was time to leave before I got caught up in some sticky situation. So, I merely ignore whatever it was that Rose was saying, waving her off with a flick of my hand and say, mainly addressing Misty, "Whatever. Try something like that again, and all of you are gonna be in for it." I turn my back to them, and stalk off.
"Tawnpelt!" Someone nudges me and I groan, blinking awake from my short nap. I look over to my left, and see my best friend Hawkthorn staring at me urgently motioning something random with his hands that I can't quite understand. Then a booming voice sounds from across the room and I flinch, looking up. Ms. Redstorm, my writing teacher glares down at me. Normally, she's pretty cool and nice, but when you ignore her or fall asleep in class, it's like all of the dark forest is breaking loose again. "AHEM." She says pointedly, her glare unwavering, "As I was saying, those who do not listen to the requirements now will be at quite a loss when doing this test, which will count for half of your grade." She finally looks away from me and continues to explain the rules as I let go a breath that I didn't even know I had been holding. "Hey," I whisper to Hawkthorn, who looks over immediately, "Thanks for waking me up back there. You're a life saver." He smiles. "No problem! Any time, Wren." I smile, and look back at my paper. Most girls would say that Hawkthorn is kinda cute, with his fluffy golden blonde hair and silver eyes but even so I honestly only think of him as a friend. Same goes for him, I suppose. He's about a head or two shorter than me, and is usually more quiet and compassionate, while as I'm serious, moody and easily angered. I guess our friendship works a lot because of the contrast in character we have; his soothing coolness qualms my relentless temper.
Finally, the bell rings. I pick up my stuff and head for the door with everyone else, somehow ending up near the back of the line of people as usual. Finally, I walk out of the door with Hawkthorn following close behind. Suddenly, I hear a loud squeal from up ahead. I spin around just as a body runs in to me at full speed, knocking me off my feet. I land with a thud and moan. "Whuts the big ideuhhf?! Gettroff meh!" I mumble into the silky hair of this crazy person who just ran into me. "Haalp meeh!" I mumble to no person in particular. "HAAALP MEEEH!"