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Prodigy
Chapter one But we’ll still be friends!
I looked outside of the window, out at the world around me. The stains of tinny hand prints, dots and smears of dirt and grass stains, where edged together into almost the very fabric of the frame and the glass of the slick surface. They were all mixed and mashed together like a washing machine, all to come out as a result of bad laundry. But as you look past all of that, you see the picture inside the filthy frame, the daylight cascading the tree line. I saw the birds, all exchanging their harmonic language in a beautiful choir. Even though I couldn’t hear their beautiful voices, I could see them opening their tinny beaks and fluffing their sapphire blue wings, all playing amongst themselves, just the thought of it made me remember their sharp din of noises. The grass was so bright and fresh, even at a distance, much better than that of the stains on the window. I could almost smell the unmarked scent of the morning dew. The clouds sail ever so slowly that it made me want to get out of the chair I was sitting in and chase after them in a never ending race of time and joy. The trees budded with the remembrance that spring was soon to come, making me cherry with uncontrollable excitement. You cant really judge I picture by its frame, right? Even though I was almost giggling with happiness of the thought of spring and soon to come summer, I new that I was still in here, and that I would still have to undergo this every day until glorious summer would shed light and loosen the chains of freedom. I was caged inside that building. Currently, I was just waiting till the ticking of the clock would stop, at that moment everyone knew that we would finally leave, only to come back the next horrid day. Some call it torture, some call it forceful, some call it a waste of time, but all can be summed up all in one word, and that word is non other than-
Bang! A rush of pain came to my head as the source that caused the noise collided with my head. It wasn’t like something hit me, it was just a tap, but that was enough to get my attention. I reached up to my throbbing head, rubbed it, and turned from the world outside. That brought me back down to earth, I was now in the face of Mrs. Blanchent, the most evil of all teachers, here at the infamous Denlin school. Of course, the “prison” that I was talking about is naturally called school.
She peered at me with her intense glare, even though her eyes were hidden behind her spectacles, you could just feel the ray of hate and suspicion emanate from her eyes. Her skin was silky pale, and reminded me of winter, oh how I hate winter, and oh how I hate her. Her curly long black hair was tied back into a messy bun, strands of hair sticking out of the sides of her head like she fell on her trip to my desk. “What do you think your doing?” she said, lowering the book she tapped my head with.
I rubbed my head even more, thinking of reporting her for child abuse, but more focused on her and her glare. I glowered right back at her with my eyes, but with my mouth I smiled and managed to unravel the words like yarn, “I’m sorry, I was just a little sleepy that’s all.”
Their were the echo’s of laughter through out the whole room, no one ever told off the teacher like I did. I didn’t really know how that was funny, I guess they more laughing at me for not paying attention than laughing with me, which was usually the case. I leaned back in my chair, almost so much that I had to be careful not to fall on the desk behind me. I turned my head around to the classmate sitting in the desk I was practically leaning on. “Don’t worry, she’s just mad because its that time of the month again.” I whispered. The person that I was talking with began to burst out in laughter, which was kind of bad because most 10 year olds shouldn’t know what that means. Suddenly, as fast as it was quiet a minute ago, the room was once again filled with laughter.
Obviously I wasn’t quiet enough, because Mrs. Blanchent whipped around, her hair flying behind her, her snow white skin heated up and grew bright red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She slammed her hand on my desk furiously, if she would have hit it any harder she probably would have broke it into. Her hand curled up into a fist as her hand rested on the base of my desk. I was still sitting back lazily, I was just kidding, and I didn’t really know that she was listening in on my conversation the whole time, but I wasn‘t surprised by this either, she always spazed out like this, even when it wasn‘t that time of the month… “I don’t really care if you break my desk, just makes sure to do that next time so I can tell the principal how you keep threatening me physically.” I said sarcastically. The room that was once over flooded with laughter was drained out into a strange silence.
“Oh no she didn’t!” said the girl behind me that I was talking to.
It was a serious matter, there had been stories of how this teacher, Mrs Blanchent, would pin kids up against the wall, or slap them. Whenever someone would rat on her, she would always think of a way to get out of it, which I have no clue how she could do that. I didn’t really mean to act this way to her, I don’t act that way to anyone else, just her. Why? Because she deserves it, someone needs to tell this teacher off. But I was different from most kids my age, being of only 10 years old, I was a lot smarter than my classmates and was more practical, I could land her into our city jail, I was that good. She wouldn’t even have to hit me for me to win the principal over, try doing that with a teacher that gets away with throwing a child across a room full of 22 eyewitnesses.
Her hand quivered as it was still sitting on the top of my desk, she was probably thinking of how right I was. I flicked her clenched fist off of the wood surface and looked up at her again. “Are you going to hit me now? Are you going to through me across the room?” I paused and waited for her to reply, but judging from the sweat on her face she had no comeback this time. She crossed both of her arms, almost like she was restraining herself from smacking me in the face. I smiled. “Good.”
Another win for team Artimis.
“Hey, Missy!,” said a distant, yet familiar voice. Along with the voice came the echoing sounds of foot steeps running towards me. I turned to see who it was, even though I already knew. I smiled as I waited for Alexandria. Her long blond hair swayed behind her as she ran up to me. The loud crashing footsteps stooped and she began to walk alongside me. “That was awesome how you dissed the teacher today!” She said loudly, holding her hand up high for me to five it, and I did.
I smiled as I closed my eyes and sighed slightly with a stretch of my arms. “It was a peace of cake, like it always is.”
Alexandria looked at me intently. “That teacher is one peace of work.” she said sarcastically as she looked up at the sky as she kept walking. “Someone needs to teach her a lesson for once. And I think the right prodigy for the job is you!”
I opened one of my eyes slightly as I looked at her strangely. The school was small and sturdy but it wasn’t for people like me, no I was a prodigy. I’m not just saying that, I am the smartest in my class, even smarter than my teachers. Alexandria was I pretty smart girl two, but when compared, I was much smarter than her. Who to think, I girl like me would actually get some brains? Strange, I could have got it from my parents, one is a scientist, the other a science fiction novelist and doctor. Maybe. But sometimes it even seems that I’m smarter than both of them, my parents, put together.
I smiled as I looked at the sky as well. “I’m not that smart.” I said lying. She looked over at me, stopping for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. She didn’t keep walking beside me either. I turned around on my heals and paced back towards her. Her hair was covering her face as she looked down at the sidewalk, but my insides were telling me that she wasn’t looking at the sidewalk. I wondered what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into this time. I bent down a little to try to look into her face, but her strawberry threads of hair masked it. “Alex, what’s wrong?”
I heard no crying, no moaning and saw no drops of water on the sidewalk. Perhaps she was really looking at something on the ground… She didn’t look at me, gave a long pause, and finally got the courage to blurt out something to me. “Oh its nothing!” she said with her cheerful voice, almost brighter than the sun that was beating on my back. She raised her head slowly to cast all of the lose strains of hair out of her face. While she pulled back her thick long hair, I began to see a smile on her face, she was quite the actress. “I’m fine,” she said to reassure me, but that still wasn’t enough. A long wait took its presence upon us, while I was waiting for her to tell me why she was feeling bad, she was waiting for me to say that it was okay. But it wasn’t, and I wasn’t going to loose this stare off. Finally, she broke down and her smiled disappeared. She wasn’t frowning, but she wasn’t happy all the same. She sighed heavily, “You just act like its no big deal, like your not smart at all. But it’s really easy for you, and you know it as much as I do that I have a hard time with all of my work. When I see you like that, saying that its nothing…” her voice trailed off, but I already knew what she was going to say. She was going to say that It was hard for me, and that she hated that fact that it came so easily for me, that I didn’t have to work as hard as her.
I put my arm around her shoulder and smiled. Starting to walk slowly again with her. “So what? I’ve got the brains, but you have a lot of stuff you take for granted! But we’re still the best of buds, right?” I said feeling really light headed.
She smiled along with me. “Yea, we’ll always be friends,” she paused as she rubbed her fist on my head, giving me a nudge , “No matter how big your head is, I’ll still be your friend!” We both laughed as we began walking on the cheery blossom path again, not knowing of how wrong we were when we said the word ‘forever.’
[Caricature_of_Intimacy] · Sat May 19, 2007 @ 05:17am · 0 Comments |
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