A Notebook From Hell

Chapter 12- Negotiating Shadows

Emma sat at her bed. It was the weekend, her favorite time.
Emma always has loved the weekends. It's the perfect time when she finally can be locked in her room all day, it's wonderful.
Her mom thought she is a failure anyway, so she didn't bother to care what is she doing. Just sometimes she shouted savage sayings at how lame Emma is acting.
Usually Emma just heard songs, watched movies, and tried bury herself in the bed.
At least, since her father died.

Before his death, she spent a lot of time with him.
He was smart, and thoughtful.
She always wished deep in her heart, that other people will be like him.
But now it's over.

"Are you planning fading in endless useless thoughts? Or do you actually going to take the next step?"

Mr. Note asked her, the black words were written just in front of her eyes, snapping her out from wandering in the depth of her mind.

"Of course I'm willing to move on, I'm just trying to figure out how." she replied gloomy.

"Come on, use your mind! Ask yourself the big questions!"

Those harsh words tilted her hesitation.

"What do you want? How can you accomplish it? How far are you willing to go for justice?"

The words continued flowing on the old notebook.

"I want justice, I want to fix those bad habits of those arrogant people, I can accomplish it by threats and humiliation, and I'm willing to go as far as it takes!"

She stood up on her bed trying to fill herself with confidence and determination.

"Good. That's the spirit."

Mr. Note encouraged her.

It's time to get to business.

She wandered the halls of her Ridgewood High, or prison. Whatever you're willing to call it. She was hunting targets in her eyes, while thinking about her next steps.

In her class the change has already started, she silenced 5 arrogant snobs, and it really gave an improvement.
The odd shy ones, and outcasts, really felt better about themselves, and the intolerable arrogance of the class subsided.

But that's not Emma's goal,
No, not at all.

It was a small and insignificant tiny grain, just to test her new powers.
Her goal is to bring global justice.
Her class is just a miserable thing that in a few years will disappear from her memory.

The bell signaled the end of the break and the return to the long and last lesson of the day -
But Emma had no intention of wasting precious time on overlapping triangles.

She grabbed the piece of page that was inseparable from her - a piece of page from her precious notebook, and walked towards the exit.

"Girl, there's still an hour until the end of the day. Go back to class." the guard said nervously without looking up from his phone.

"It would be a shame if you don't let me out."
Emma spoke in a quiet, but rather menacing tone.

"Oh really?" The guard laughed, he was very amused by the fact that such a poor girl was trying to threaten him.

"It's actually very ironic that you're not interested in hearing about my deal, considering you're doing deals with the twelfth grade." she looked at him with a look of malice and satisfaction before continuing.

"Remind me, how much money does that rich boy give you exactly so that you let him and his stupid friends go away...?" she asked in an apparently theoretical tone.

The guard mumbled a few words, but didn't manage to defend himself.

"I am also interested in doing business with you, you seem like a very business person."
She emphasized the word, and spread a cynical smile on her face.

"Just let me go out, whenever I want, and no one would know about it...trust me, I'm a girl who stands by her word."

He hesitated for a second, but immediately came to his senses.

"Ok, of course, here you go."

He opened the gate.

Emma gave him one last look of "you'll be screwed if you tell." and blended in with the hustle and bustle of the street.

The guard locked the gate back, and continued to smoke.

"She's a really funny girl...how did she know..."
He muttered to himself in astonishment, but he didn't seem bothered by the fact that he had broken the law.

He was already used to this kind of business .