Blades and Bullets

1. To New Beginnings

"How much longer till we arrive?" the complaint pulled from my throat after over three hours of driving, if I had taken the wheel we would've made it to our destination hours ago. 

"The GPS says we are ten minutes away ma'am," the driver replies, an edge to his voice. He is probably grinding his teeth in annoyance, both because of the traffic and my constant requests for an update.

"Can we speed it up, maybe push the gas pedal a little harder," I sing-song, "Also please refrain from calling me ma'am, this is the tenth time I've asked and I don't appreciate it." I mean for the amount of cash I'll be handing this guy at the end of this ride, he could at least refer to me as I've asked.

A flash of brick catches my eye out the window to my left and I shuffle my way across the aisle, gracefully might I add. Well, this is better than I expected.

The gates of my new hell aren't nearly as prison-like as they should be, the metal decorated with beautiful gold embellishments. To be honest, they looked more like the pearly gates from that book the kids from my crappy Christian school always raved about. The building behind was the equivalent of  a castle, with its tall peaks and stained glass windows. The front courtyard is facing towards the road and I can see students sitting in small groups under trees, talking and laughing.

The car slows to a stop and I hear the driver put the car in park. "We have arrived ma'am," he alerts me to a fairly obvious observation, and seriously? Ma'am, again? Fuck this, he's pushed his luck, and honestly I need to let out some anger on someone deserving before I head inside. And by god does he deserve it, for the entire ride he has been glaring at me through the mirror and making snide remarks. He's just mad that I made him carry all my bags to the car, and there was a lot of 'em.

As I swing my bag over my shoulder and step out of the car I add a little swing to my hips, after all I must play the part of the innocent passenger. I knock lightly on his window donning a large grin, slowly he rolls it down with just a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Once the windows are down I reach inside and open the car door, confusion taking over his expression. I bend over him and reach for the ignition where the keys still dangle, getting a grip on the key I bend it quickly, twisting it a little till I feel it snap, leaving the tip of the key inside.

"The front desk is just through there," I gesture to the entrance of the school, "be sure to leave my bags by the office."

Smiling, I quickly turn on my heel as if nothing had happened, "thanks for the ride." I give a little wave.

As I walk through the gates I scrunch my nose, immediately hit with the scent of the most revolting body spray, "God that smells like shit, please invest in some cologne that doesn't smell like ass."

A buff guy with a hideous goatee has the audacity to approach me, "what's with the attitude sweet cheeks?" ...Is he being serious?

"Sweet cheeks?" I ask, sending him a condescending look.

"Yeah I could see that fat ass from back there!" He smirks and I am disgusted by the flash of smoke-stained yellow teeth.

"You wanna see it from behind?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Oh, hell yea! Guys! She's about to show us her ass!" He calls over his shoulder and about six, of what I'm assuming are his friends - surprising he has any at all - come rushing over, a couple wolf whistling on the way. Dogs. All of them.

I turn around slowly facing my rear-end to towards them, then swiftly I spin and roundhouse kick the creep square in the face, his nose cracking with the impact of my boot. A series of sympathetic sounds echo throughout the group.