Humanities Last Hope

Chapter 2

Revenge is a very dangerous thing, and if done recklessly can cause negative outcomes for everyone. So don't go down the path of revenge, for it will destroy you. (Unless done in a playful way, but still, be careful!)

THEY were bullies, who I may or may not have pranked. What?? Yes I am a nice person, but I have to teach bullies a lesson somehow.

People have to learn to speak up for themselves because once the bullying starts, IT WILL NOT STOP. Trust me, I know from pure experience. But that is a story for another time.

Their group consisted seven guys. We don't know their real names because they like to go by their nicknames. If anyone were to ever call them by their real names, they'd end up in the hospital with a few broken bones.

Buffy, the leader walked up to me while I pretended I didn't notice. He cleared his throat and loudly, may I add.

"Hello? Are deaf or something? I'm talking to you Pandora." He spit my nickname out with as much venom as humanly possible.

"Ohh, were you talking to me?" I feigned shock, only angering him more.

"Yeah, and you are so going to regret this, I will make sure of that." The rest of group started snickering. The whole time I kept trying to hold in my laughter.

Finally, I couldn't hold back my laughter anymore. I cracked up right in front of their faces as the whole cafeteria stared at me in shock.

"I'm....sorry...."I managed in between laughs. When I finally sobered up, I noticed that Buffy practically had steam sprouting from his ears and I was pretty sure his head was about to explode. I quickly spoke before he could say anything, embarrassing him even more.

"Sorry, but it's hard to take you seriously when you look like an overgrown smurf, along with the rest of the pansies behind you."

Now you see, I prancked them because during art class, they pushed an innocent kid who did nothing to them into paint. When I asked the kid why he didn't stand up for himself, he told me that if he did, they would beat him up. I was furious. So when they walked into the art room today, different buckets of paint poured all over them. I made sure to have the blue paint fall in front of the others so Buffy could look like the smurf he naturally is. All I did was bring out his inner beauty. Though I don't know how they figured out that I did it.

He was so furious that he even went as far as grabbing my shirt and lifting me in the air. Wrong move buddy.

He leaned into me until his hot breath fanned my ear. He whispered so that only I could hear, "You better watch your back, because I'm coming for you."

I swiftly kicked my foot at the back of his knee, making him fall to the ground and release his grip on my shirt. As he let go of my shirt, I grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back, causing him to groan in pain, in attempt not to scream. I lean in and whisper into his ear.

"You can embarrass me, humiliate me, and make fun of me, but you will never, ever touch me again. Or I will make sure that you will be sent to the hospital along with all the other kids you've sent there. Do you understand that?" I twist his arm more, until it's about to break, as I say this.

He quickly nods his head and I release my grip on his arm. For someone who acts so tough, he sure can be a wimp. I watch as he runs out of the cafeteria with his friends and turn back around to Chris and Thomas. They stand still in shock as they registered what had happened.

"My dad make me take self defense classes in case anything happened to me." I half lie to erase any misunderstandings that they could've had about me. The truth is that he did make me take self defense but I swore to never use my moves in case of a life or death situation. What I did just now was acting on impulse. It was very strange. Almost as if I wasn't controlling myself.

"Ohh," they said, as if to say they understood why I did that.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side." Thomas joked. We laughed along with him as everyone went back to doing the things they normally do at lunch.

We quickly got our lunch, mine being a taco, since it was taco Tuesday, and met up with Jules, Rose, and Jack. Yeah, our group isn't that big compared to others. Now let me explain the rest of my friends, other than Jules and Rose.

Jack is my twin brother. His vision, luckily, isn't as horrible as mine so he doesn't need glasses. He has short brown hair with hazel eyes that can see directly into your soul.

Now you got Thomas and Chris. Those two are the definition of trouble. They give me all their goo ideas for pranks. The only problem with that is that when I pull a prank, even though it was their idea, I get blamed for carrying it out. I mean, come on!!! If they never told me about there ideas, I would never do them, so it's their fault just as much as it is mine. Thomas has dirty blonde hair styled to the side of his head with chocolate brown eyes. He is a head taller than I am and uses that to his advantage. Especially when it comes to stealing my hat. Now Chris on the other hand, has milk chocolate brown hair and and light brown eyes. Unlike Thomas, he is kinder and doesn't steel my hat, UNLIKE CERTAIN FRIENDS ON MY RIGHT SIDE! Get the hint!!

"Halos!" I shouted. Everyone turned to look at me except for Julia who was, as always, studying for a test next class. I decided to be nice today and not scare her.

I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder saying, "What's up Jules?"

I'm sure you all can guess what her reaction will be, and it is not peacefully turning around saying hello. Nope. Not at all. It was way to far from that. She turned around and let out a small shriek, which was very high pitched.

"Oh my ears!! My poor, poor ears!!" I said acting dramatic with my hands on my ears while I was crouching down. "Help me, someone, please!! I'm going deaf!!"

"Haha very funny Brooke," said Julia, sarcasm lacing her voice. "And besides,"she continued, "it wasn't even that loud."

"Are. You. Kidding. Me. Your voice is so high I'm pretty sure you can break the thick glass on the window of the president's car with that voice!" I reply as I was laughing.

Suddenly, Thomas and Chris lean into the table and look around as if they were going to share a secret.

"Hey Brooke, I know a friend, in need of a prank." says Thomas. "You up for the challenge?"

My next answer is the cause of my after school detention...

"Bring. It. On."