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Satans Snowman

Claire Forester eats the same thing for breakfast everyday, corn flakes.

She wears the same colored jeans and shirt, black and blue.

Arrives at school the same time, 7:22.

Claire's life is like a record that keeps repeating itself.

She doesn't talk to anyone, so her day consists of reading, taking notes in class, and doing work.

She never asks any questions and frankly I don't even think she has ever spoken in school.

October 9th started off like any other day for Claire...

Corn flakes, black jeans, blue hoodie, 7:22.

Things were going like they always do, until Claire saw Devon Brant kicking some freshman's ass.

Now normally Claire would turn around and run away.

But this time she couldn't, and she didn't know why.

Maybe the sight of a 200 something pound man child pulverizing a 5'3 freshman did it.

"Hey stop!"

Claire heard a voice that sounded familiar but she wasn't sure who it was.

Devon's head snapped up and looked at Claire.

Claire looks behind her, who said that? Why is Devon staring at me, she thought.

Then she realized she 5'4, 106 pound Claire Forester just told, 6'5, 200 pound Devon Brant captain of the football to stop beating up some kid she doesn't even know.

"Are you talking to me?" Devon screamed in anger still holding onto the kids shirt.

Claire looked down.

"I said, are you talking to me?" Devon drops the kid walking towards Claire.

Claire looks up to see a towering beast standing over her.

"Yah I am." Claire spits out

"Oh my god why did I say that?" Claire thinks to herself.

"You have no right to beat up that poor little freshman, what did he do to
you? You should be helping the god damn freshmen not killing them." Claire sassed

Devon closes his eyes and takes a loud anger filled sigh.

"You're lucky you're a girl, Or you would be dead" Devon stomps away

"Why should I be scared of you? You get your pride from putting down others."

Claire knew she should of stopped at not killing freshmen.

Devon stops and turns around.

"Shit!" Claire shrieks

Claire turns around and sprints as fast as she can.

"I'm going to catch you!" he growls

Claire's heart is going a mile a minute, she's out of breath but she knows if she stops Devon is gonna kill her.

She looks back to see Devon 10 feet behind her, too close for comfort.

Somehow she speeds up, putting Devon 15 feet behind her.

Claire loses feeling in her legs.

Claire doesn't do running.

She keeps running until she can't anymore. Claire slowly backs into a corner, curled into a ball with her head down hoping Devon won't see her

Devon rounds the corner slightly out of breath.

"How the hell is he not out of breath?" Claire thinks to herself.

"You know I can see you." a deep voice grumbles right above her.

"That's it I'm dead, I should've said goodbye to my parents this morning!" Claire says to herself

"But you're right, that kid didn't deserve that!" Devon says in a hushed unsure tone.

Claire looks up.

Did Devon Brant, the world's most egotistical 17 year old admit he was wrong?

"What?" Claire is dumbfounded

"I said you're right, now can you-"

"Why?" Claire hesitantly interrupts Devon.

"Because that kid did nothing to me!"

"Yah but why didn't you kill me?" Claire blurts out.

"Shit." She thinks to herself, "why didn't I just end it there?"

"Because you're right." he says slowly as if he's talking to a 3 year old

Claire shakes her head as she stands up.

"Yah but I don't get it, if any other person in this school said that to you, they would be six feet under within minutes." Claire says confidently (somehow)

"Because you have never talked to me or about me before, you are different than the other people, they are always spreading rumors about me or treating me like I'm a god. You don't really talk to anyone but I don't blame you, half the people in this school are fake, but you, you're real."

Lord almighty hell must be frozen over.

"Wow!" Claire is amazed

"Anyway, you should talk more often, you're not so bad when you open you're mouth." Devon says slowly walking away.

"Bye, I guess?"

"Yup!" Devon replies.

"I'm glad that's over!" Claire thinks to herself.

But she can't help but wonder, maybe Devon is right, maybe if Claire spoke for once she wouldn't be such a loner.

But she liked being a loner.

But she also liked not being pulverized by Devon.

Claire couldn't have been more unsure about her life choices in that instant.

But she knew one thing, Devon Brant admitted he was wrong.