The Crimson Monster

Twisted Fate

The town of Lancashire, known for its street fighters, is the second biggest town in the city of Los Angeles. The town's 8 street fighter prodigies were recognised by the higher powers and given a chance to fight for high school street fighting teams.

One of the 8 prodigies was a girl, known to the general public as "the crimson monster." Her power was said to be overwhelming, her strength unparalleled. But she disappeared, dropped off the grid. No one ever heard of the no. 6 prodigy, that is, until recently.

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"Also, the constitution specifically dictates that..........mind joining our little discussion Katelyn?!!"

The assholed creep of a teacher threw a marker at me, I didn't even budge from my sleeping position as I knew the marker wouldn't hit me. The momentum was all wrong.

Yawning, I sat up on my chair as the marker landed on the student behind me. "My bad sir. Won't happen again."

I had these words practically memorised. I'd learnt fast that teachers love hearing this particular sentence.

The male huffed in anger. "How many times do you think I've heard that to acctully believe it?"

"In general?" I replied. "I have no idea, but I've said it to you at least 30 times."

The class burst out laughing, as the teacher's face turned beet red with anger.

I don't get why. He asked me a question and I answered it. What was so funny that everyone started laughing?

"Good one Kate." The girl sitting beside me said. She is the only person who I talk to and carry out conversations with. She often tells me that people with relationships like ours are friends. I refuse to accept it. I don't have friends, and I'd rather die than start now.

As if reading my mind she stated with a stern face. "We are friends."

The teacher spoke up. "Meet me in my office after class today Katelyn."

I sighed. "Again? You're just gonna tell me to do something so just tell me now. I don't like your office, it reeks of stale fish."

The class started laughing again as my friend Arlene warned, "Don't push your luck Kate."

I wasn't pushing my anything. And again with the laughter. I didn't get it. And why was he so angry? I only told him what I thought of his office.

"Get out of my classroom and go ask the street fighting club if they need any help carrying their equipment, and if they do, help them out! And don't even think of ditching because I'll be calling them and asking for a detailed account of your services."

I regretted my actions the moment he said the words street fighting, although I don't really know what I said wrong.

I sighed and exited the classroom, muttering to myself, "Oh well, let's just get this over with."