Fallen Angels [DISCONTINUED]

Kateri the Second

The next day as I walked into school, I spotted Nathaniel talking to Violet. Those creeps. I wouldn't be surprised if she bothered April about hacking the records and losing races again. Thankfully, between Melody and me, if Violet does happen to stumble upon a good enough threat, we can put the records straight. Melody is a genius with computers and I, who am part of the varsity track and cross country team, same as Nathaniel and April, usually know who wins every race. I'd missed cross-country practice because I'd had to stop at the store to pick up some stuff. I was about to go to the cafeteria for a bagel when Nathaniel stopped me. "Did you tell Greeningham about yesterday?" he snarled. "Did you crash the party?" Well, the answer to the second question was pretty obvious, so I answered the first. "I think, maybe, when you give someone a black eye, it kinda speaks for itself." I pointed out. "Don't sass me, Talaiporía." he snapped. "Did. You. Tell. Greeningham.-" "Geez, Nathaniel," I pointed out, "your nose looks terrible. Did you get hit by an Asteroid?" "Wha-?" he said stupidly. Laughing, I ran up to homeroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Of course, I paid at lunch. As Nathaniel and his gang of boys-all zit-faced and butt-ugly-chased me around the side of the school, I chided myself on my earlier words. Really, Kateri, a pun? You should have known it'd only take him, I don't know 3 HOURS to figure it out! You're gonna die, 'Teri, gonna die, and before you're published too!
Here lies Kateri, who taunted the school bully. That'll be your eulogy. And before the big meet, too! Uuuuuuggghhhh! my conscience yelled. I turned a corner, head ducked, and ran right smack bang into Nathaniel. He'd gambled, and it'd paid off. I cursed internally. He grabbed me. "You're gonna pay for that jibe, Talaiporia, gonna pay." "You already said that." "Shut up, Freaky Teri!" "Won't," "I'll make you." "Doubt it." Wham! his fist slammed into my stomach. I groaned and fell against the alley wall. "Can't...make...me...shut....up," I wheezed. "I can!" he shouted, kicking my head against the wall. Dots swam before my eyes. "Can...not..." I rolled out of range of his legs and started to get up. His leg caught me in the stomach again, knocking both my breakfast and the wind out of me. I vomited a few times-not on me or my bags, thankfully, spat, and muttered, "Still can't." I took a swig of my water bottle and rinsed out my mouth, spitting, of course, all over Nathaniel. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and lifted me up, dropping me as soon as my legs straightened. I stumbled a little bit, but got my legs under me and turned to run-maybe he was stupid enough to make a huge tactical error such as that, but I felt a hand grab my backpack. "Hey!" I shouted, trying to twist away, but when I felt it start to unzip, I turned. I was too late. Nathaniel grabbed my notebook-my precious, precious notebook, full of all my writings. "NO!" I screamed. He threw me against the wall and ran off. I tried to make chase but I was winded and blinded by my tears. Eventually, I sank to the ground, sobbing, as my stories ran off with my biggest tormentor.