The Future: Specials

Chapter 23

Lena's POV

The school bell rang and I hurriedly made my way to class. The eighth grade wasn't as nice or easy as it may seem. Mean girls, drama, guys. Though technically the eighth grade was pretty amazing for me.

" Run, Forest, Run!" Says Chandler as I round the corner to Mr. Christs class. He taught history.

" Shut up." I retort and smile at Mr. Christ.

" Woah, Lena, mean today, are we?" Says my teacher smiling. I enter he classroom and take my seat next to Tonya.

" Well, bonehead over there needs to shut his mouth." I say smiling to Chandler to show him I was joking.

" Just making a joke." He says holding his hands up in surrender.

" Yeah, I thought so." I whipped my head and looked to Mr. Christ.

" Okay, guys." Mr. Christ claps his hands looking at us both.

" Guess what I saw today in the cafeteria." Says Mark tapping my shoulder bending down to whisper.

" What?" I answer taking my school books out.

" Tilar, was praying." He chuckled. I pulled back and looked at him.

" Excuse me?" I ask glaring at him.

" What? She was praying and she looked like the biggest joke around here." He opened his book and began to write his bellwork question down looking up occasionally.

" Excuse me." I say a little louder. Mr. Christ looks at me and stands up. Mark looks taken back by my words.

" Chill Lena. I was only kidding." He says looking away from me.

" No, Mark, no you weren't. Don't you ever say something like that to me again." I shout looking down at my paper again.

" Oh, I see, you're one of those people." He chuckled and shook his head.

" One of what people?" I ask throwing my pen down.

" One of those Christian freaks. I mean, come on, who prays to their sandwhich before they eat it?"

" The hell. If you don't shut up now I'll make you eat your words."

" Freak." He mumbles.

I felt my face get hot and my hands began to shake. My breathing increased and I angrily stood up.

" Tell me Mark, what makes me freak, huh? Is it the way I pray or the fact that I'm different? I have never said a damn thing about your religion or belief. I've never made fun of you for it. You can lie to me, spit on me, call me a skank or a whore, you can talk crap about my family, but you will never, EVER, say something about what I believe in. Am I undertsood?" I shout. I heard a series of 'oohs ' and 'ahhs', but my focus stayed on Mark.

" No, I don't think you are?"

" Alright that's it. Say another damn thing to me and I rip your face off!" I yell jumping at Mark. Mr. Christ came and pulled me off of him and pulled me away.

" Don't you ever talk about my religion or friends like that again or I promise you I will kick your teeth in." Mr. Christ dragged me in the hallway and shut the door.

" Lena, what happened in there?" He asks crossing his arms trying to meet my eyes. I just looked away and tried not to cry.

" He called me a freak. An alien." I look at him and let the tears fall. " He was talking about my friends and my religion. My triggers. Mr. Christ I could have used my ability."