ummm... no i'm not Rachel Strike.. for those who know me..
“Ninjas don’t exist!” Whined the little girl with a pug like face and long brown pigtails. She clutched at the hem of her frilly pink dress. Her name was Medusa. A child that takes control of the whole playground and throws hellish tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants. She was on the verge of one of those tantrums but I decided I’m tired of being a pushover.
“Do too! I saw one last night and I locked it in my closet!” I said haughtily. My white hair hung in my face, the fringe was getting to long. Medusas ugly gray eyes flared with anger.
“You are the worst liar in this galaxy! You are absolutely hopeless Rachel!” She snorted as she tilted her head and put her hands on her hips. I clenched my hands into fists and blew the hair out of my face.
“I told you not to call me that you witch. You and your ugly self have no right to call me out.” I growled. Her gray eyes narrowed as my golden brown ones did. Her smirk told me exactly what she was about to say.
“Ra-”
WHAM! Right in the mouth! I showered her with pain from my fists. She’s on the ground squealing like the pig she is. Her foot manages to land a strong kick at the side of my face. One more… one more good one will keep her down… I pulled my fist back and let it slam down into her mouth. I stood up and looked at her. Pitiful. Her nose was bloody and her mouth was swollen and bruised. She struggled to roll over and she spit out a mixture of blood and teeth.
“Look on the Brightside.” I whispered menacingly as I kneeled next to her. I grabbed a lock of hair form the back of her head and yanked back. “Now you have something to give to the tooth fairy.” her gray eyes where dull with hatred. They sickened me, I slammed her head into the ground and walked away. Suddenly there was a sharp pain where the girl had kicked me and my knuckles hurt. My favorite green shirt was bloodstained along with my pair of shoes and jeans. I grabbed the shirt and looked at the green apples that were now dyed red. “I am so dead…” I whispered.
This is usually not how my day at school goes. Usually I won’t make a sound. Talk to nobody, look at nobody. I guess I thought that today I might actually make a friend. This school I attend is called Mage Wood elementary. A fairly ugly hovel but It’s all I can afford. The ceilings are low and being inside such small classes and with so many students make me Dizzy. But I think I will persuade my teachers to teach outside next year. My name is Rachel Strike. My friends call me Kyzii… well if I had any that is. I think it’s about time to give up. My knuckles burn…
“Mary had a little lamb…” I started singing. There was nothing else to do… well.. Except talk to myself… But that’s no fun anymore. The teachers helped Medusa up and I smiled at them innocently. The teacher glared at me and grabbed my arm roughly pulling my with them. Other students watch as we are brought in like prisoners. We walked inside the stone room and I was thrust to a chair as the carried Medusa to a bed.
“What were you thinking!?” The teacher said. I looked toward the ceiling trying to remember. I looked at her and smiled.
“Hurting her.” Sweet and simple. The teacher was not amused. The ladies eyes were cold and hateful. Nobody likes me. Never have, never will. I shrugged and looked away.
“That was uncalled for. I will have to have a talk with your parents.” She said before thinking. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me fearfully. I was on my feet, my eyes blazing, fists ready to hurt. I stood close to the teacher and growled.
“You are trash! Hateful and cruel!” I yelled. The teacher frowned. “You are an adult,” I said backing up. “So I guess I can’t really do anything to you.. Yet.” I went and sat down.
“Are you threatening me?” She scoffed.
“No, it’s not much of a threat. But now I have something to look forward to.” I said with satisfaction. I smiled a little then stared at the desk. Pain is all that filled my thoughts. My hands are swollen and bloody. My favorite outfit is ruined forever and I’m plainly out of energy. The bells rang and the creatures started pouring in. A pixie brushed past my ear and I grabbed her by the wing and flung her at the window.
“Outside! Now!” The teacher screamed. I shrugged and happily walked out. I walked toward the apple tree that grew behind the school. I sat down in the shady patch and hit my head on the trunk. A green apple landed nicely on my lap and I smiled. gravity, don’t you just love it? This was my tree. I planted it last year and helped it grow. Nobody is allowed to touch the apples or the bark without my say so. But I never do say so. It’s my hope. My hope…
Finally the bell rings…. Shaking the sleep from my body I stand up wobbly. The ghouls and witches, pixies and other beings ran outside to greet their happily awaiting parents. Every little being seemed so happy in this town. All are nicely fed and they live in such nice places. I walked back inside the stone hovel and found a bed. This… is where I live. Isn’t it just so nice of them to accept charity work? Just a couple of more years of this and I will be free. Able to live my own story instead of learning how to make a happy ending.
All the princesses all find a dandy prince who will whisk her off to a castle. The pixies will find haven in the nature around them. The ghouls will create nightmares at night. The witches will do what they do best. Me? I’m no being like them. I do not wear dresses or cast evil spells. I can create no nightmares. I play music with leafs and create charms. I’ve made animals before from leafs and I’ve been trying to make a clone…. Haven’t succeeded yet.
Fluffing the hard stiff pillow I climb into bed. Medusa, the other charity case, lays next to me. The ceiling listens to me, the only thing that really does. I turn over yawning, soon I’m asleep.