River Horse

Chapter One

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Finally. Last period. I walked into the art classroom. I strode over to the back of the room and sat at a desk, far away from anyone. It's not that I hate people, it's just that I find them vaguely irritating and smelly. One human girl walked by me and the scent of perfume, hairspray and deoderant washed over me. Definitely smelly. I guess she saw me wrinkle my nose, because she turned back to me with a scowl.

"What's your problem, bitch? I would love to hear it." She was sneering at me, the expression making her face ugly.

Well, uglier than usual.

One of the girl's friends grabbed her arm. "Just leave it," she said. Than, in a quieter voice, she added, "You know she's had a hard summer."

"I don't give a damn. I don't have to put up with sulky little bitches making faces at me! Why don't you just get over it, you dumb-"

That was it. I stood, slamming my hands down on the desk and putting my face inches from hers. "Shut it," I hissed, putting as much venom into my voice as possible. She flinched and took a step back. I narrowed my eyes ever so slightly and she wobbled back to her seat, her face white.

I sat back down, ignoring all of the stares and pointed fingers, and stared out the window. A very intriguing view of a mostly empty parking lot, with a chain link fence surrounding it. I could barely see the woods behind the metal. I sighed and let my chin rest on my hand.

The sound of the door opening was accompanied by gasps and whispers from the girls. I turned and raised my eyebrows at the guy who came in. He was muscled, with lightly tanned skin and tangled black hair. He barely looked at anyone, his eyes skimming the classroom before coming to rest on me. I turned away in disgust. I already knew what was coming next. He sauntered over and sat next me with a flirty smile.

"So what's your name?" I said nothing, just stared at an old lamp post. "Oh, come on. Tell me." I ignored him until he tried to sling his arm around my shoulders.

"Hands off," I growled. My fingers crept toward my pencil.

He looked a little surprised, but then a smirk crept onto his face. "Well, aren't you touchy," he teased, his eyes staring into mine.

I smiled at him, then whipped my hand up and stabbed my pencil into his arm.

"Ow!" he yelped.

"Yeah, you can say I'm a little touchy," I said calmly, stowing my pencil back in my bag. He said nothing, just examined his arm with a rueful expression. Now he had a pretty little red mark to remind him not to touch me.

I looked in the window and frowned at my reflection. High cheekbones, fair skin, and a small nose. Long red wavy hair, and bright hazel eyes. I have a curved figure, one that has earned me no end of trouble. I disliked using force on humans, but sometimes, it was necessary to make them stay away.

By the time the teacher finally came, class was almost over. I waited impatiently until the flustered teacher dismissed us only five minutes after she had arrived. As I strode out the door, I saw the boy that had tried to flirt with me before glance in my direction with an injured look before leaving with a few other boys. Not that I cared.

I saw my reflection again in a window and stopped. I didn't get why guys even bothered with me. I was wearing my typical outfit, a tangtop and gray hoodie, with ripped blue skinny jeans and black hiking boots.