Mages And Dragons

Leave Me Alone!

Mages And Dragons

Leave Me Alone!

The rest of the day was really boring. It was just my regular, actionless day. It was finally lunch, a period where I can stay away from all those annoying populars and lay low for a while. I sat down at a lonely table where no one sat at and anchored myself the bench. The rule here was that if you saw an empty table and you sat at it first, only you and your friends sat there. Except, I had no friends, so I had the table all to myself.

I opened my bag to get my lunch out. My parents pack my lunch, so, of course, I get meat and some strange juice which, oddly enough, tastes really good. They gave me an allowance of five dollars, so I bought a salad every now and then. Right now, I just wanted to get on with this life.

Isn't that convenient? Roy walked up to me, thinking I was his best friend or his girlfriend or something and sat himself across from me. I was surprised that he thinks he can do whatever he wants because he’s the pretty boy in this school. I hated that. In fact, I hated him more and more when he did stupid things like that. But, then again, I liked him, too. Wait, what did he want from me?

“What do you want?” I asked again, this time out loud, so he can hear it. I wasn’t really in the mood for talking to populars and being called names. I already had enough of those in halls and in the classrooms.

“Can I sit here?” he asked me, as if he knew me all my life. It was annoying that for all of these years I’ve never had the courage to talk to a guy like Roy and now that he’s talking to me, all of his friends are laughing at me. The worst part is, he’s not doing anything about it. I really wasn’t in the mood for talking to him, but wouldn't do anything about it. If he started to piss me off, however, there would be some serious consequences. It didn't matter to me if his own friends saw him floating in the air or choking himself.

“What do you want?” I asked in my low, boyish tone.

“I just want to sit hit here. The table’s all crowded there and I noticed you’re all alone.” Was he trying to be the nice guy? I really didn’t give a damn about what he and his friends are doing at their table.

“I like being alone.”

“Are you sure? Because you seem lonely.”

“I’m fine.”

“You do look really lonely, though. Do you need help with anything?”

“I know how to eat my food, thank you very much.”

“No, I meant with homework.”

“No. Now leave me alone,” I said sternly. Roy was about to shove off, but instead he just sat back down. Will this guy ever leave me alone? I screamed in my head when he took out his lunch. He’s a cute guy and all, but he just was rule-free and thought he could do anything. I hated that.

And you know what made my day worse? Kevin came up to the table, gave me a death glare and stared at Roy, seeing as he was at the table with me. Roy and Kevin were friends. Really good friends, actually. Nothing ever came between them and they loved to tease each other. Except maybe today was their first fight. When he saw Roy sitting across from me, Kevin’s face reddened with anger and other emotions I couldn’t decipher from his face. Sadness was in there, though.

“Hey, Roy. What are you doing?” Kevin asked with his face still red.

“Eating. Why? Am I doing something wrong?” Roy asked back.

“Yeah,” he said sternly.

“I’m pretty sure I’m holding my sandwich right, Kevin,” Roy mocked him. Bad move... Kevin wasn’t in the right mood to joke around with now, you could tell from his expression.

“I wasn’t talking about your food, dude. I was talking about that!” Kevin exclaimed and pointed his skinny finger at me. I tried to ignore his stupid finger and continued my eating. It didn’t really work out for me. He still kept on talking away and arguing with Roy. It kind of surprised me that they wouldn’t do this in the boys’ bathroom (most guy fights were usually in the bathroom because they didn’t want to get caught by the teachers who supervised the lunchroom). I wasn’t really listening to the argument, why should I? It wasn’t my fault.

“If you aren’t going to respect that I need my own space, then I guess you can’t be my friend anymore,” Roy finally said, so casually. That left Kevin in a frozen stance. It seemed as if the whole sky and clouds seemed to stop and listen to what was going on.

I put my hand on my face and groaned softly. I had to stop this, so I made a distraction. I made a hole with my hands and blew into them. Apparently, that made Roy and Kevin fall down. My guess was that I summoned winds to blow them down. And really hard, too... I did that once, when I was experimenting when I found out I was 'special'. If I blew hard enough, I could even make the winds bury the victim down to 6 feet! I found this out on a cold, wet winter day when I thought my own bones turned blue after walking to the store for my parents (they were sick at that time, some kind of wolf disease or something). I had tried to warm myself by blowing into my hands. When that happened, I accidentally made the winds push an old man down and hurt his back. I didn’t say sorry because I didn’t want word to get out that a freak was amongst them. I experimented, and blew even harder. The man then got buried underneath the cold ground so hard, that no one could see him, even looking down at the hole. I felt really bad, but at least no one knew that I did it...

Back to reality: Roy and Kevin were in the ground, with scars from the invisible wind blades that I had shot at them. I had to, or else I had to go through this fight and something even more would have to occur. I caused some commotion and even made the principal come. Why wouldn’t he? I was a weird child, anyway.

When he came through the door to the wide cafeteria, he was shocked that a fight occurred. Then, he glanced at me and squinted his eyes. He knew it was my fault because I did many things like this and my teachers sent me to the principal’s office almost twice a day, even if I haven’t done anything yet. I’ve even got my own chair in the office with my name scratched on the back of the cushioned seat. I took my bag and books and rushed off home. I didn’t care if it wasn’t the end of the school day or if I was going to get detention for playing hooky. I just wanted to get home. And fast.