Hey, guys. I revised chapter 3. I seem to remember a review politely telling me that someone with anxiety would cuss as I had Korra do, or something or other. I based Korra's character off of me, and that's something I would do. But I took it into consideration and toned it down a bit.
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Chapter 3
Korra's POV
After B period: PE, Mako and I walked to Biology, period: C. We found our seats next to each other and the teacher, Mr. Saikhan, basically explained the same set of rules Mrs. Pema and Mr. T did.
He then assigned us lab partners with the person sitting next to us. I was jumping around like a mental patient in my head, because I don't know anyone else in the class besides Mako. I don't know what I would say, let alone do, if I were assigned to a complete stranger. I mean, Mako's still kind of a stranger to me, but I think we can really get to know each other while working on the project Mr. Saikhan is about to announce.
Once Mako heard the news he turned his head and smiled so wide I thought he might break his jaw. But I gave him a genuine smile back before I turned my attention back to the front of the class, as did he.
"You will have two and a half weeks to work on this project, so I suggest getting in contact with your partner." He said in a low toned voice. "So I give you permission to take out your cell phones," the whole class, except for me and Mako, gasped in pure joy. "BUT!" he continued, silencing their whispers. "You may only use them to exchange contact information and to use as a source of information!" He exclaimed. "No face-chat, or snap-book; whatever it is you kids use these days." He finished, causing everyone including Mako -and save for me- to chuckle at his misinformation of social media.
I have no social media account, and probably will never have one. It sounds really obnoxious and a waste of valued time that could be used to be productive. But every popular kid in my high school in the south had a Twitter™ or Facebook™. They used it once to spread a rumor about me; that I had sexual intercourse with the principal in order to get on his good side. It obviously it wasn't true, but they believed it anyhow.
"So," Mako turned to me, pulling me out of my saddening thoughts. He pulled out red, T-Mobile™ flip phone, clicked a few buttons then looked up to me again. "What's your cell-phone number?"
"I don't have a cell phone." I replied simply, as if it was obvious.
"Oh. Then what's your e-mail?" He asked, clicking a few more buttons on his phone.
"I don't have an e-mail, either." I answered, looking down at the smooth top of my desk.
"Um… What's your home phone number?" He asked, again clicking the buttons on his phone.
"555… 8479." I told him slowly so he could get it all without having me repeat it. "And when you call," I continued, "don't call more than once. If I don't pick up, just leave a message." I added; Mako writing down what I'm saying while I talk. "And don't call before 6:00." I finished.
He looked up from writing down my instructions and looked at me skeptically. "Why?" He asked innocently.
I wanted to tell him it was because I have a part-time job on Mondays (4:00pm-5:30pm), Wednesdays (4:00pm-5:00pm), and Saturdays (11:00am-1:00pm), but I don't want him to think I have a job at a young age because I'm poor. "I just… Have a lot to do, you know?"
His eyes sparkled again, but only for a quick second. "Alright, I'll give you my cell." He ripped a little piece of paper from his note-book then began to write down a series of numbers. "555… Uhh… 751… 4…" He mumbled under his breath then handed me the piece of paper, which I placed in my binder to keep it safe.
About twenty-five minutes later the bell rang then Mako and I were off to Music, period: D, which was a small, crowded room filled with different types of instruments, but only little desks. But the class in itself was rather small. The entire class consisted of me, Mako, Bolin, Asami, and 7 other kids I don't know.
We sat down next to each other again just before the bell rang, and the teacher introduced herself. "Hello, class." She greeted. "My name is Miss Joo Dee, but you may address me as Miss JD if you prefer."
This class was basically the stating of the rules and an introduction to Music Appreciation for the new students, such as myself, so it went by rather quickly. The bell rang and the four of us were off to lunch in the cafeteria closest to us.
We picked our seats at the table in the middle of the cafeteria; placing our bags on the seats before we stepped in line to get our lunch.
Mako stepped in line behind me and smiled. "What are you getting?" He asked then looked to the menu hanging above the buffet of food.
To be honest, I'm not really all that hungry; which is weird because I'm always hungry. Though I have to be careful because of the food budget at home, and that's why my mom signed me up for the 'Free Lunch' program.
'Oh No! I just remembered that. What if Mako thinks I'm poor when I use the lunch card?' I thought in a panic. But there's no way to hide it.
"Korra?" Mako said, snapping me out of my anxious thoughts. "What are you getting to eat? You're up." He said pointing to the lunch lady.
"Oh, um…" I took a quick look at the menu then looked down at the buffet of fresh fruit, vegetables and drinks. "Uh, I'll have a salad." I decided. "And a water." I added quickly after.
"Alright." The lunch lady placed the salad and bottle of water on the top of the buffet/fridge. "That'll $6.50." She said with a smile.
I nervously looked down then placed my hand into my pocket, pulling out the lunch card. I handed her the card and she simply glanced at it before giving it back to me.
"Alright, you're good." She said before waving Mako over to order.
I sat down at the table across from Asami, who had a bagged lunch. I was worried about what Mako might think because I'm positive he saw me use a lunch card.
"Hey, Korra." Asami greeted with a concerned tone. "What's wrong? You look… Anxious."
'Oh, crap! She's catching on to me!' I thought. 'No, no. Just calm down.' I sighed then looked up to the girl. "I'm just nervous. I mean, I didn't think I'd make friends this quickly. In fact, I thought I'd get bullied before I even met one person." I said sadly.
"Well, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it." She began. "You are gonna get bullied anyway despite the zero tolerance rule." She stated bluntly. "Even I got bullied." She added.
"Really?" I asked. "For what?" Asami didn't seem like the type to get bullied. In fact, she looks like the one TO bully.
"I came here as one of the high-class kids in freshman year." She began, taking a sip of her water. "I hung out with a group of the other high-class kids, Eska, Tahno, Amy, and Rick. They're the most popular kids at this school because their parents own very successful companies. So the only reason they came to me was not because they wanted to be friends with me, but because they knew my father, Hiroshi Sato, was owner and founder of Future Industries."
I took a sip of water then looked at her questionably. "Eska is a Northern Tribe name. Is she from the North?" I asked.
"Yes. Her father, Unalaq, owns Cabbage Corp." She continued; Mako sitting beside me, and Bolin next to Asami. "So we all went around bullying people behind the staffs' back. But that's when I met Mako and Bolin." She gestured to them. "It was just the innocent looks on their faces that forced me to stop Tahno and Rick from punching their stomachs in."
"I remember that." Bolin interrupted then shivered. "I remember that." He reiterated with a grimace.
"So a few days after that," Asami continued, "I ditched Eska and her gang then became best friends with Mako and Bolin. But she hasn't bothered me, so don't worry about her." Asami reassured, but spoke too soon.
"Hey, look everyone!" A girl yelled from behind them, making all the heads in the cafeteria turn to them.
Asami looked up with a scowl eminent on her face, Bolin just looked down trying to avoid the situation, and Mako let out an annoyed sigh. I didn't dare turn around; not wanting to know what was going on, I just looked to Asami for help. She just gave me a look that read: 'I'll handle this.'
"It's the new girl. And she's from the South Pole." She let out an evil chuckle. "The Tribe of the savages." She spat, making me cringe.
"Savage is right." A male voice jumped in. "Where did you get your clothes?" The male directed toward me. "The Thrift Store?" He and a couple others around the lunch room laughed at this.
"Why are your jeans so baggy?" Another male voice asked, but I just stayed silent. "They make you look like a dyke." He chuckled, once again making a few others laugh.
A different female voice spoke. "She undoubtedly is. Probably with the Sato heiress." She added, making me angry. But I still didn't dare turn around.
"She's probably from the poor side of town." The first female spoke, who seemed to have a little Inuit accent (whatever that sounds like). "Sticking to your comment, Amy," she began, "she may be a lesbian, but she's probably fucking the Banshay Brothers over here."
FUN FACT: Banshay is a Burmese art, influenced by both Chinese and Indian Martial Arts. Banshay embraces the use of sword, spear and staff.|
"Yeah." the female who is supposedly known as 'Amy' answered. "She's just a whore." She said with disgust.
"Yeah, that's probably why she came here." Male #1 added. "Because she had sex with all the guys in her old school, and hit on all the girls."
"Let me tell you something." The Inuit girl said aloud. "Under aged sex might not have been okay in your savage town of the South Pole, but that's not an excuse to whore around here in Republic City." She said, causing my fists to ball up. "Sex before marriage is immoral." She began, causing my stare at the table to become one of rage. "So is under aged marriage, or teenaged birth." She continued maliciously, sounding like a right-winged nut-job. "But I can't change you. I mean you can't change someone who learns from her corrupt parents."
That did it. That was the last straw. I'm NOT gonna sit here and let a cluster-fuck of secretly insecure little shits bring my parents into this. I abruptly stood up, pushing my chair noisily aside before turning on my heel to face these kids. All my inhibition left me at that moment. I may have social anxiety, but when it comes to my parents, I would notlet anyonedownsize them anymore than they already have.
I took a good look at the bullies. They all dressed like this was still a uniform school.
"DON'T YOU DARE BRING MY PARENTS INTO THIS!" I screamed at them, absentmindedly assuming my Tai-Chi fighting stance for self-defense as I angrily narrowed my eyes at them.
The two guys were wearing white button down oxford shirts with red neck ties, gray slacks held up with a black braided leather belt, and shined, black dress shoes.
Male #1's eyes are blue-green, and his hair was dirty blonde; cut really short to the point where if it were to be cut any more it'd leave a bald spot and styled in a tiny upward spike that matched his sun-tanned skin
Male #2's eyes were icy-blue, and his purple-black colored hair was layered and swooped off to one side, not covering his eyes at all. He has somewhat of a long face; a pointy chin and long nose that wickedly complemented his devilish smirk.
Amy was wearing a skin tight oxford shirt with two of the top buttons undone, showing her pale skin, and her skirt was a plain navy blue and was too short for her. Her socks were also navy blue that are pulled up to her knees, and her shoes were black and pointy-toed. Her hair was brown, but I can tell it was originally black, and her make-up was pink lipstick, not so subtle black eyeliner, and light green eye shadow to 'match' her light green eyes.
The Inuit wore the same thing, except her hair was a dark, dark brown. She wore purple eyeliner that spiked up into a point. Her eye shadow matched her dark skin tone; her lip-stick being just a bit of a lighter shade. She had piercing blue eyes that were a bit intimidating.
I assumed this was the group Asami was talking about before. Eska being the Inuit, the other girl being Amy, and Tahno and Rick being one of the two guys.
"Who are you guys?" I asked with irritation and anger.
"I'm Eska." The Inuit girl began in a bitchy tone. "And that's Rick," she pointed to the blonde, "that's Tahno," she pointed to the purple-haired one, "and Amy." She finished, pointing to the brown-haired girl.
"What are you gonna do, little girl?" Asked the female looking guy, Tahno, as he walked up to me and stared me square in the eyes. He kind of looks like he wears eyeliner up close.
I didn't want to start a fight. So it was a good a time as ever to think before I spoke.
I will kick your ass and punch your teeth down your throat, pretty boy! "I don't want to fight you." I hissed, my brow furrowed; eyes narrowed and burning with pure anger and resentment.
"Oh really?" He stated more than asked. "Then why are you in a fighting position? It seems like you want a fight to me. So I accept your challenge." He offered with that smirk of his plastered on his face.
After he said this, everyone pushed the two columns of three lunch tables up against the walls, giving us a good amount of space to move around. Great...I thought to myself with a mental huff of breath. Only do self-defense, Korra.I told myself as I looked Tahno up and down. He doesn't look like he knows how to fight, so this should be easy.
We both backed up and got into fighting stances. I shifted my Tai-Chi fighting stance, and Tahno got into a sloppy street-fighting position. His knees weren't bent, his back is slouched, and his arms are lower than they should be.
We circled around each other until Tahno became impatient: a rookie move.
"Come on, Southern Savage." He spat at me, making me tighten my fists. "I'll give you the first shot."
Honestly, I didn't want to fight. I didn't want to get in trouble on my first day of my last year of high school. My current plan was to stay in defense mode until a teacher came in the lunch room. Apparently, the lunch ladies went on break and the all the lunch monitors are in the Teachers' Lounge in the next building over.
I changed my stance from Tai-Chi to Ba Gua: an avoid and evade type of style in which my palms are open, my fingers are spread, and my stance wide. Basically, I was going to avoid his every attack.
"Alright then." Tahno said before he lunged at me with a punch badly aimed for my face.
I easily side-stepped him. And as he stumbled forward, I quickly got behind him and placed my hands on his upper back, putting pressure on it and pushing him forward a bit to have the upper hand as he futilely attempted over and over again to turn around.
He frantically attempted to turn and punch me, but I kept turning swiftly and quickly; light on my feet, successfully avoiding his poor and useless efforts to swing at me. "Turn around and fight me, bitch!"
Suddenly, I hear a set running footsteps behind me. They suddenly stopped which means, in this situation, I'm going to be kicked or punched. So, without looking, I side-stepped while simultaneously sweeping Tahno's legs before turning him around to face the assailant who was going to attack me, causing Rick to punch Tahno square in the nose.
During Tahno's shock, I saw Amy come at me from the right out of the corner of my eye with a fist ready to punch me in the side of the head. I side-stepped then circled behind her. She then took a cheap jab at me I narrowly dodged by leaping to the floor and landing on my shoulders -my arms curled; hands flat on the cold masonry – then using the momentum I used to bring me down, I strongly pushed back up with a grunt; landing perfectly on my feet, startling Amy.
Rick abruptly grabbed me by the shoulders, picked me up, and threw me into the metal lockers behind me, causing me to hit my head hard against the metal. He then tried to punch me, but I dodged. The sound his fist made when it hit hard against the lockers was strangely satisfying. After Rick screamed about his hand, he and I circled each other.
I decided to let Rick hit me so I could fight back in self-defense, because I was getting sick of not fighting back. So I dropped my fists a bit then stood still. He saw the chance to punch me and he did: in the lower lip. The entire cafeteria let out a surprised gasp as whispers begun to sound around the suddenly quiet room. I wiped the blood off my mouth then gave him a sly grin before I dropkicked him.
"KORRA, LOOK OUT!" I hear Mako yell from next to me. I look over to where I heard his voice then saw him running rapidly over toward me.
The next thing I knew, he was next to me, stopping a broom stick from striking me. He pushed back Eska, my attacker, and swiftly stole the broom stick from her hand. He twirled it between his fingers before holding it up with both hands in a defense mechanism.
"MAKO!" I yelled, but he already knows. Tahno came up behind him and tried punching him, but miserably failing as Mako blocked his hand with the broom stick.
Before I know it, Bolin is fighting Rick with a broken mop stick, and Asami is fighting Amy with a veryimpressive self-defense style.
I switched back to reality when I realized that Eska was about to kick me. So I back flipped before landing on one hand, getting an awe of "OOHHHH!" from the crowd watching the entirety of this chaos. I then jumped back up to my feet then faced her in my defensive Tai-Chi position.
"You know, Korra." She began with a wicked grin. "I know why you moved here: because your parents are losers!" She exclaimed, causing the fighting to stop. Everyone literally went deafly quiet, save for Eska, as they watched what was about to go down.
My blood boiled, vulgar words and statements stuck in my throat, and my eyes burned with fire hotter than that of the sun. "You don'twanna do this, Eska." I hissed through clenched teeth. "You do NOT wanna screw with me." I added, which she just smirked at.
"No, I don'twant to screw with you." She continued. "Because I'm not a whore like your mother." She said, trying to get a rise out of me.
I repressed the urge to alter my stance from defensive Tai-Chi to my Bare Knuckle Boxing stance. My fists clenched tight and up near my hips, arms spread appropriately, back leg straight, front leg bent, and feet planted firmly floor. "I said you do NOT wanna SCREW with me, Eska!" I exclaimed louder this time. "I know six styles of martial arts that will put you in the hospital if fully unleashed." I continued, trying to intimidate her into backing off. " Do notmake me put you in the hospital… Because I don'twanna fight you."
"I'm not surprised you don't wanna fight me. I know why..." She began in a casual tone. She walked up to me close. "Because you're weak – you're worthless, disgraceful, and pathetic. Just like your mom and dad."
'You're the epitome of shame', 'God is humiliated of your family', 'You're just as corrupt as your parents' marriage', 'Just go kill yourself', 'You're probably fucking your teacher', 'Look! It's the whore banging Mr. Tamaki!'Insults from all the kids at my old school floated around my head on high speed and I literally could NOT take any more or I was going to snap.
"What's wrong?" Eska snapped me out of my trance. "Cat got your tongue? Or was that someone's dick?"
I bit my tongue and restrained myself from attacking her. Where is the fucking staff!?I asked myself, narrowing my eyes in a burning glare at Eska. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I wouldn't be able to shut it until all the insults were free.
"Don't worry. I know you're shy. Although I can't imagine how zealously you give head to anyone who asks." She continued, causing my anger to burn more ferociously. "You're probably so good at BJs because you get it from your mom."
One more comment!I thought to myself. Just one more comment and I'll beat her fucking ass.
"Fine. Don't talk – whatever. This conversation is as over as your parents' corrupt marriage."
That's fucking IT!I thought then rapidly dropped to the floor and quickly swung my foot to sweep her legs before standing back up. She lost balance and stumbled toward me, so I kneed her in the face then forcefully kicked her into a set of red painted lockers, denting the rather soft, but still pretty solid, metal.
Eska groaned in pain from the bloody – possibly broken – nose, and bruised – possibly internally bleeding – stomach I gave her.
I stood there with my arms crossed, suppressing the insults from spill out of my lips. Instead, I settled for "I told you not to fuck with me, you fucking bitch!" I shouted at Eska, who was flowing in and out of consciousness. Mako, Bolin and Asami showed up behind me.
Then I heard a deep voice that sounded like it belongs to an adult. "Miss Jin, Miss Sato, Yamamoto Brothers." Called Principal Nathans.
We all reluctantly turned around to face him. "You four have detention." He said in a surprisingly calm voice. "Along with everyone who was involved in the Fight." He added. "That means everyone behind a lunch table is safe." He said as the crowd sighed in relief. "That also means Eska and her 'gang' have detention, too."
"What!?" Tahno exclaimed.
"They're the ones who started the fight!" Rick tried to argue, but was futile in his attempts.
"Don't you blame this all on us!" Mako shouted at him. "Tahno's the one who threw the first punch!" He pointed directly at Tahno who quickly denied it.
"I did NOT! That Southern Savage is the one who punched me in the face first!" Tahno yelled back, walking up to Mako and confronting him.
"I was there watching it!" Mako retorted. "She did NOT punch you! Rick did!"
"Hey! That was an accident!" Rick defended. "That Savage knocked Tahno off his balance then she bashed his head on the lunch table!" He lied.
"That's a lie, Rick!" Asami jumped in. "You punched Tahno in the face."
"Even if she didn't, she pushed me into the lockers then dropkicked me!" Rick yelled at Asami.
"That was in self-defense!" I shouted at him. "You threw me into the lockers first then punched me in the lip!"
"But then your stupid friend over there attacked me with a mop!" Rick screamed back.
"I was defending myself!" Bolin joined in the argument to defend himself.
"You stay out of this, you insubordinate idiot!" Rick yelled.
"Hey!" Asami screamed. "He's as much a part of this as youare!"
"And what did you do!?" Amy spat. "All you did was keep me busy while your lover over there beat up Eska for no reason!" She said with revulsion.
"You guys were gaining up on her and we needed to help her!" Mako shouted with rage.
"Some help you guys did! She has a bloody lip!" Tahno pointed out.
"THAT'S BECAUSE SHE WAS PUNCHED!" Mako barked insanely, spitting while he did so.
"She attacked me, too!" Tahno yelled back.
"Is anyone gonna help Eska?" A male voice asked from the crowd.
"I can't believe you guys would lie anyway when you already have detention!" Bolin rejoined.
"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Tahno, Rick, and Amy screamed in unison.
"YES YOU DID!" Korra, Mako, Bolin, and Asami shouted back.
"STOP AT ONCE!" Nathans yelled. "All eight of you have detention tomorrow after school for 45 minutes… Well, Eska has detention once she recovers." He added. "I will be calling your parents." He stated, making the four of us cringe. He walked out the door, the bell ringing seconds after. Everyone pushed the tables back to their rightful places then left to go to class. Tahno, Rick, and Amy picked up Eska to bring her to the infirmary.
That leaves the four of us in a saddened mood, alone… together alone, at least.
I hope this was better than the last version. Please tell me in the reviews.
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