The Combatant Maiden

Chapter 1

My mornings usually start off the same after I pray and thank God for keeping me alive throughout the night and sparing me to see another day. I grab my comb and my brush and some baggy pants of different styles and a shirt that would be a little close but not too tight as I don't feel comfortable in things too revealing. But this morning was different, my mother says I dress like a boy and she doesn't really like it, though she's glad i don't dress like a whore. So this morning i chose to wear a brown tights along with s purple frilly skirt with an elastic waist that stopped about two inches above my knees which my mom suggested  i wear this morning (i wear the tights in case the wind so happened to you know,whoops! Blow and put me in the state of never showing my face at Leves High School ever again... alongside my big brown shirt that imprinted "BAD" on the front and back thinking the whole outfit would match my brown one strap bag.

So i grabbed my new choice of wear that should keep my mood jolly before arriving at school and having it changed. I admired my pale purple colored room before leaving to the bathroom seeing as my big brother Markeeno just stepped out only in his knee length dark blue shorts and a short white towel around his neck and
hearing his slippers slap against the ground and turning left to the direction of his room leaving the bathroom door open. "Feeling sexy this morning Mark." We call him Mark for short. Mark turned around revealing his twelve pack saying, "As usual sis..." smiling. I chuckled at his reply, "Buenos días"

"Buenos Dias mi hermana" he said back before turning  around heading back to his room then i entered the bathroom.

Mark and i find interest in Spanish and choose to add it in our everyday speech to each other for practice.

  At this moment i will take  the time to describe us; my brother and i. We have dark brown eyes that look just like chocolate and i remember this baby of pale complexion that wouldn't stop staring at me and i found out why when she drew the attention of  her mother saying "Mommy!, Mommy!, Mommy!, i want to eat her eyes." I was smiling at her at first but when i heard what she said, my smile fell and i froze in shock as i realized this infant wasn't really admiring me  but looked like a carnivore so i turned away fast.

We have curly hair, my brother keeps his low while mine grows and stops a little off my shoulders. I usually comb it in one and overlap the end if the hair and leave it up. Mark is tall, really tall. I consider myself a short person though I'm almost at the height of an average teenage boy. We have long eyelashes, you'd think probably Mark would look just like a girl but it looks cute on him. We don't have beady or big eyes but average size eyes with oval shaped faces and straight or pointed noses. As you see there's not much difference in our features but our gender.

So back to the basics, Mark came knocking on the bathroom door "Mya?"

"Yes Mark?"

"Can i ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Apart from that."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Why do women tend to always spend so much time in the bathroom?" I opened the door to find him leaning against the door jam with a blank expression on his face and i returned it then answered,"because, we take more care in cleaning ourselves."

After eating  my breakfast of egg and pancakes (made by Mark), I didn't check the breakfast as i usually do because i am now certain of his hygiene with cooking. So after kissing my parents goodbye, i went to Mark's car which was an Audi x6 he got last year on his sixteenth birthday and one which I'm hoping to get next year on my sixteenth birthday. The Audi x6 i must say is.. Is...beautiful, extraordinary.. If it wasn't a car, i think I'd marry it.

Mark came in after me wearing a dark blue V-neck shirt and black jeans. "Impressing someone this morning Mya?" Said Mark, just realizing my exotic outfit.

"Only mi madre.", I answered truthfully.
"Ooh, oh okay."

He turned on the beauty (Audi) and turned out of our driveway and i plugged my ears with my purple earphones (matching ,don't you think?, purple earphones, brown shirt, purple skirt, brown tights and purple converse?) And listened to Emeli Sandé's read all about it part three.

"You've got the words to change a nation

But your biting you're tongue

You've spent a lifetime stuck in silence  afraid that you'll say something wrong

If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song

So come on, come on

Come on, cone on

You've got a heart as loud as lions

So why let your voice  be tamed

Maybe we're a little different there's no need to be ashamed

You've got the light to fight the shadows so stop hiding it away

Come on, come on

I wanna sing, i wanna shout

I wanna scream til the words dry out

So put it in all if the papers,

I'm not afraid

They can read all about it

Read all about it, it oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-ooooh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-ooooh"

We have finally reached Leves High School that looked like almost any High School on a regular Monday morning , a big green lawn with people kissing and... Instead of looking at least with an ounce of romance, they were on their way to making babies.

The school had a big pathway  that parted the lawn into two leading us to a stairs with about eight steps that was parted by two railings to hold onto so that we wont fall ,but no one really uses it so its just there for decoration.The stairs leads up to a big wooden door and looking to the left and the right,many windows would be seen and inside them the classes. On the other side of the big wooden doors would be many lockers, many corridors and many people classified as nerds, geeks, 'thee cheerleaders', and jocks. When i think of the word jock, its other meaning comes to mind which is a support for the genitals worn by men engaging in strenuous exercise and sometimes i laugh to myself when i hear them say to the people they call nerds, "do you know what i am, i'm a jock!", who probably got in their way by accident.

After Mark parked the "beauty" in the lot at the side of the school, we went in and to our separate morning destinations. I went to my locker and took out my biology books knowing i had that subject first and had done last week's home work given by my favorite teacher Mr. David which was to draw the brain.

I closed my locker and headed to class and heard the bell that meant class had begun. I walked no faster because Mr. David comes to no classes early.

I opened the door to the classroom not to be greeted by my best friend Mathieu, but by a hand that slapped me in the face, and i did not like it. Not one bit.

I tried my very best to make no errors with the exception of capitalization.