Millennium Academy - The Fractured Shadow - Novel I

Chapter 2 - Razz Martiez

She made it to class just in time, skidding into her desk behind an oblivious Dr. Oddity, who was hovering translucently at a chalkboard.

Dr. Oddity spun around, almost knocking multiple brightly colored vases off his desk, and gave the class a funny looking smile. His hair was fluffed up and wild, making look like a truly mad scientist. A royal blue robe patterned with kindergarten-ish clouds, moons and stars hangs from his thin shoulders.

"Welcome, Blueberry! Or was it Kumquat? Some sort of fruit. Anyway!" He turned back to the board, scribbling furiously. When he turned back to the class, a pretty fair depiction of an hourglass figure sat drawn on the board, despite the teacher's clueless nature.

"Wazz this?" He mumbled, swaying slightly in the air. Few hands shot up; students in the back were taking advantage of the doctor's frazzled state and were shooting spitballs at the back of Razz's skull.

"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded, as calmly as she could muster. Honestly, she thought she was doing a pretty good job.

"Uhh, tossing wads at you. Duh" gwaffed the decidedly stupider one.

"Yes. And do you think you can get away with it?"

"Um..." the supposedly smarter of the two looked a little bit wary of the torturous gleam in Razz's dark eyes.

"I thought so." Razz smiled smugly.

"I ain't scared of you, girl." the stupider one piped up before his comrade could back off. "You just female. I can take you any day of the week, try me." The entire class looked 'round, all but Dr. Oddity, who'd continued with his lesson, unaware of the things about to go down in the back corner.

"You can't hit a girl!" someone shouted across the room.

"Take her!" someone else yelled.

"Equal rights, equal fights!" another person quoted.

All hell broke out. Razz let out a primal scream and leaped up and attempted to wrestle him to the floor. She had decided his fate. It would be long and slow, but mostly painful. Really, really painful.

Razz landed on the bullies chest and began to knock out every single one of his teeth. He squirmed and kicked Razz so hard you'd better believe it hurt.

Finally Dr Oddity whirled around.

"The way I see it, if you want to see the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain." Dr Oddity quoted from Dolly Parton. He flew down to Razz's side and put a hand on her shoulder.

Razz raised an eyebrow in both confusion and amusement. "I...I don't get it professor."

"They never do." Dr Oddity sighed deeply. "Ahh, well. Let's continue on about mushrooms, shall we? Or was I teaching divination? Or perhaps magical beasts? Never mind all that."

Dr Oddity handed out ancient textbooks, all wrinkled and practically hanging by a few threads.

"Now, I want you all to read up to page 27 and complete the questions on the last page. For extra credit, answer questions 13 to 16. These are due exactly two weeks from now. Don't forget!"

Dr Oddity warned the class. He straightened out his blazer and stared solemnly at the students.

The grand bl rang, once, twice. Razz gathered her textbook and pens, glaring at the floor ferociously. She was in a bad mood. The worst mood.

And when Razz gets in a bad mood, there's no telling how she gets.

By dinner, she met up again with Vera, Emila, and Veran, but since their usual table was taken, they had to sit at a table near Charlene Ember, the cliqueiest clique girl in the entire school.

"Hey, Razzy! Razzmatazz! Razz-girl!" Charlene called at her. Razz ignored her, then sat down in between Vera and Emila. Payback.

"Jeez, rude. Like, ignorant, much?" One of Charlene's cronies grumbled, just loud enough for Razz to hear.

Razz turned a bright red and glared ferociously at Charlene and her friend that made the snarky, unnecessary comment, who made a face of mock anger, and turned back to her posse of giggling girls.

Razz raised her fist up and attempted to start a fight. Vera, who was keeping a close eye on Razz, caught it and gave Razz a death stare.

"Ok, ok. Jeez. Leggo of my arm." Razz muttered, angry that she didn't get to give Charlene a piece of her mind.

Vera dropped her arm and shoved a whole lotta mashed potatoes into her mouth. "Haw wass your class? She mumbled to Emila, who was watching her with great fascination.

Emila flushed dark red. "I..it was...g..good." She answered , looking down at her shoes. Razz bowed Vera in the ribs. "Ow! What is wrong with you?!" Vera yelped.

"Sorry! But seriously, ask her out! It's obvious that she likes you back!" Razz pleaded in a low whisper.

"NO! Uh..well..umm... I..it's...no. She...she doesn't..like me back." Vera stammered. She looked like a tomato, all red and blotchy from blushing furiously.

"Fine. But it's your own funeral." Razz said, a hint of attitude in her voice.

The group ate dinner in complete silence, except for the scraping and clanging of the utensils on the glass plates.