I hold up the object from my pocket.
"How did you get that?" Sir says cowering away in fear.
"Did you miss me? Dannie." I say.
Everyone but Tim runs out the room, screaming. I place the object back into my pocket then, I lock the door, I know where there going.
"You can go too, just unlock the door." I say, slumping down on a chair. A tear rolls down my cheek. I bury my head in my arms and wait for the sound of the chair scraping against the floor and the key turning in the lock. The sounds don't come. I look confused into my arms. I feel an arm around my wait.
"Why would I leave my princess alone while the whole school runs in fear." he whispers into my ear. My heart skips so many beats when he says princess. He can obviously tell "Oh you like to be called princess don't you." he says as if I'm a dog. I remove my face from my arms and look to him, then I wrap my arms around his neck.
"What have I done?" I ask myself out loud.
"Told everyone the truth." he says and I smile. Then he picks me up like a groom would do on a wedding to his wife.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask.
"Picking you up, you better get used to it gurl." He replies. I giggle. Then he places me down on the table in the corner and sits on the chair. I turn to look at him.
"What was that?" He asks.
"What?" I reply.
"That objet that sir was so frightened about?." He answers, I sigh. I grab it out my pocket, a bit to harsh. I hold up a case, inside the case is one of my throwing knives and Ma Da and Lori's dog tags.
"Why was he so afraid of them?" He says. I open the case and at the back there is a picture. I show Tim the picture,
"This is why." I say. the picture is of me when I was younger, I was about five, the day I nearly took them all down. It shows us all me and the other army, their army. Mr Samson and Mr Johnson right in view. I sigh, "I killed his brother." I pause, "I'm a monster." I manage to say before I burst into tears. I hide my face in my hands. Tim is just sitting there at the stuff in the case.
"Why are these dog tags in here yours?" He asks.
"What?" I say confused.
"There yours." he repeats. I feel around my neck. More than one set of dog tags. "Oh no!" I exclaim.
"What, what is it?" He asks. I go to take them off.
"What?" I whisper.
"Oh no." Al says.
"Hello? What's going on?" Tim asks. I burst into tears.
"I guess I have to explain." Al says.
"Well please do." Tim says
"In the spider species it is an insult to wear another persons dog tags, a VERY big insult!" Al explains "even worse if their a family member or, in Kit's case, the King and Queen."
Tim reads my dog tags "Princess kit...Wait your a princess!" He exclaims. I nod slowly.
"Was." I add.
"Aw." he says and gives me a tight hug.
"I'm sorry." I say sadly.
"Why would you say that?" He asks.
"I'm a monster, why are you not afraid?" I say as a tear rolls down my cheek.
"Because your my little princess!"
