Warriors From the Sky

Chapter 3: The Bully

Spring's POV

"So, what's your first class Spring?" Florabelle asked curiously.
"I don't know what," I told her.
"Did Ms. Marge give you a piece of paper or something?" Florabelle asked.
"Let me go look," I said.

I rummaged through my leather sling bag until I felt a piece of paper.

"Oh here it is," I held it up.
"It says I have Language Arts first. Then art, after that it's History, then Math, and then it's Writing, finally I have a club," I said. Wow that was a load of information.
"What club?" Florabelle questioned.
"Well I don't really know. It just said meet the team leader after school with a new friend," I told her. Florabelle asked,
"Who's this person?"
"Beats me. Anyway see ya later!"I replied.

Florabelle's POV
Spring is so careless. Or more like carefree. I hope she knows what she's doing. She might end up hurting herself.

"Oh wait, Florabelle it said meet the team leader after school with a friend I'm picking you OK? OK. Bye!"

Great, now I'm getting dragged into this. Ugh. I just wanted to read a book or study after school. Oh well, at least a have a person who considers me a friend.

Spring's POV
After all my boring classes I went to lunch. I saw  Florabelle getting bullied. I disliked the idea of bullying, even though I bully sometimes. Those people deserved it. So I came up to them and said...

"Dude! Stop bullying Florabelle!" I said sounding all mighty. The girl had blonde hair so I called her blondie.
"So, since when do tell me what to do? Did you just call me a dude?! Wait do I know you?" Blondie said tough at first, but then surprised.
"I don't know you, but what you're doing is not cool."
Blondie said, "What makes you think that it isn't cool. After all people who are more cooler than you enjoy this," what a jerk. I can't think of any reasons why anyone would want to do this.
"Cool or not cool this isn't right."
"What's going on here?" Ms. Marge said coming from no where. I'm serious where did she come from?
"This person is being insulting," she said sounding so innocent, I almost gagged.
"Is that the case, Taylor?" Oh. Her name is Taylor.

"You snobby little liar," I was disgusted by her.

I punched Taylor in the face. She was probably more insulted because then when she open her mouth to protest she quickly closed her yap. Serves her right.

"Why did you punch Taylor?!" She sounded so shocked. Hasn't anyone stood up to someone before and punched them here? From my experience so far here some people need it.
"Cause she was being a snobby liar," I know I sounded immature, but it was the truth.
"Is that so? I'll ask a witness. Oh how about Florabelle I'll know she'll utter the truth. So, what really happened?"
"Well, Taylor started bullying me, and then Spring stood up to her," Florabelle said quietly.
"Wow! Is that what happened?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Well since Spring and Taylor both broke the rules, they have to go to the principal."

I never noticed this, but Taylor's face got bruised. It kinda looked like she was with the Special Ed. Kids.
(A/N I had no intension of insulting anyone.)

"Mrs. Sun's office is this way."

I followed Ms. Marge into a nice looking room and there was a nice looking lady at a desk.

"Here we have 2 students who broke some rules. Taylor broke rule #40. Never bully someone.
And the new student, Spring broke rule #13. Don't hit or get in bad physical contact with another student."

"Can you describe it in details?" What can you possibly describe in this situation? She was bullying someone and I punched her.

Ms. Marge explained every single detail. Mrs. Sun looked at me weirdly. She looked at me as if I was familiar.

"I understand. I think Taylor should get punished with 1 week of detention, and Spring will get a pass." Yes! I thought. Why did she let me go? There has got to be a catch.
"That's not fair! Why?!" Taylor demanded. Looks like someone is starting to have a tantrum.
"Because it's her first day. Taylor do you want me to call your parents?" I could see Taylor roll her eyes.
"No." She said pouting, okay she is officially a six year old.
"Good. Now you may leave."