A Thief with a Machete

Chapter 37

I stopped at the door, gripping my bag tightly. I could hear the other kids talking and whispering, even a few laughing.

I jumped as a hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned around to see Carl looking at the door with me. The glass window was one of the old types where it had a pattern, preventing you from seeing more than blobs of color.

"Are you gonna go in or what?" He said. "They're waitiiiing."

I elbowed him in the ribs as he laughed and swing the door open and waltzed right in.

All the kids were sitting on the floor in the middle of the large room. They were turned towards the windows around the corner. The room was plastered in an old, sickening yellow color and bright shapes across the walls. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Someone wasn't good at color choices.

I took a step in and slammed the door behind me, the kids not even stopping for a millisecond to see what it was.

My boots echoed as I made my way to the table in front of the windows that took up more of the wall than wall itself. I put my duffle bag on the table and started taking out my extra weapons and other tools.

"Excuse me," a tall and lanky boy with brown hair said, "the teacher's going to use that table, so get your shit off of it."

I ground my teeth together and sighed deeply. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carl at the back of the room beginning to go towards the boy. I shot him a look and he immediately backed off.

"Well your teacher's shit is on the table so I ain't moving it," I said with a sweet and fake tone.

"Why do you have their stuff?" He asked irritating me more.

"I am they, you ignorant little-" I was cut off by Carl clearing his throat rather loudly.

"Wait, your our teacher?" A girl with long blonde hair scoffed. "Please."

"April, carry on!" Carl shouted, drowning out the girl who was droning about her dad and him killing walkers.

I held up a gun, pointing it at the ceiling.

"Who knows how to shoot one of these?" I asked.

The girl excitedly raised her hand with a smug look on her face. I gestured for her to stand up and come to the front of the room. I plopped the gun in her hand and she scoffed once again. I was just about to yank her pretty little blond head off.

"Shoot at the wall," I ordered.

"What?" She said fondling the gun in her hands.

"Shoot. The fucking. Wall!" I barked grabbing her shoulders and turning her to the wall.

"Alright, alright, miss handsy," she said putting her hands up like a princess.

She held the gun sloppily in both hands, squinting one eye and pulling the trigger. Nothing came out. She clicked the trigger twice more, squeezing her eyes shut.

I grabbed the gun from her hands and slammed it on the table.

"Rule #1 !" I shouted. "Always check your ammo! It can be your best friend or worst enemy."

I turned to the blond who was making doe eyes at Carl. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Brittany White," she chirped still staring at Carl. He shifted uncomfortably and I smirked.

"Go take a seat Brittany," I said putting a hand on her back and giving her a nudge towards the group.

I rolled my eyes as she continued to look back at Carl.