J.ade, A.ir D.efying E.lementalist

III:Defy the Rules

 Chapter 3 - Defy the Rules

I stand up. I am at present and is done remembering the things that happened so fast these last few days.

“Childish?” I question, annoyed and recovering from my being thrown back a solid yard away. 

If it were not for their orders to shower me in face paint, I would have been keeping myself in a place where I do not make trouble. If it weren’t for their stupid short dress I wouldn't have acted as what they say childish. I am seriously getting tired of them and their formality. It drives anyone, particularly me, insane. 

“Would you mind acting a little more mature? You act like a three year old,” Queer says. 

I clench my teeth trying so hard to keep my temper but had little success because I practically snap on their face.

“What?! And you act right? No, You dont! You are far from acting right!” 

“You dare talk like that again?!” Queer snaps back and then continue in a cool voice that pushed me at my limit, “This is exactly the reason why we are afraid no one will believe you are an air user.” 

“Yes, I dare to!” I yell in the loudest  voice I can muster. Very different from my previous reply which is a whimpering sorry. I stood my ground and look at her straight in the eye. The tiny temper I held on broke loose. I glare at them putting every inch of power I have in my eyes. I continue in the same furious voice, not giving them any chance to intercept, 

“I don’t care if you believe it or not or how many will believe it; I manipulate the element air and no matter how much you don’t like it, it won’t match to how I revolt to what is happening. So stop looking at me like that, like I’m a pest and childish and a trouble and a big pain in the ass. Because you don’t know how it pains and angers me a lot, too! I want to be anything but a stupid mage Felran only needs as a slave!” 

And dramatically storm out of the hallway ignoring the fact that all the people I pass look at me indifferently, proving they heard the debate and is thinking I am mad. 

I don’t know, I think I really am mad. It is my first time losing my temper and if I had, never on my parents. I bit back tears; I never did manage to tell them how I feel and now that I did, I don’t think I’m exactly happy. 

I hate how I acted like a big drama queen there. So I decide to ease myself and laugh a little, I deserve it. 

I head straight to the town’s gates walking fast. Oblivious to the people who tried to asses me, laughing by myself seconds ago. I’m thinking they’re thinking I lost my mind. I know they don’t know what happened but it’s just a matter of time before gossips broke and they will start talking about me and really know I had, in fact, lost my mind.           

The rebel daughter. I don’t know if I’m to be happy because at last they will notice that I don’t like my bearers or be sad because there is no going back. Once I’m published as bad I’ll always be bad at everyone’s eyes. 

I gather a deep breath and veer left, where the house I can always come to and feel welcome lies.

I hear the brother’s conversation beneath the thin cogon door their house gives. They laugh and snicker and tease each other. By those sounds alone, I feel my tense muscles relax. I smile a little. I am about to knock when I made sense of what they are teasing about and decided to eavesdrop.

 “I hope I am gifted too,” Gale says. 

“Yeah. I do too,” Jay replies. 

“Why would you? Oh, let me guess, you want to be with Jade?” Gale teases. I hear a pillow being thrown.