Howl

Chapter 3

This stuff is just writting itself right now. I can't stop :L

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School was dull and slow, it wasn't like I was ever going to be able to do much with my life. What was the point in sitting in a science lesson and letting some boring old man with tufty hair and elbow patches on his jacket ruin was little magic still remained in my world. I like to think of rainbows as rainbows, not as spectrum’s of light. I liked to think that things were just there, not that they were made up of electrons and protons and neutrons. I didn't care that I was made of cells, or about how many chromosomes I had.

I did care about how the rest of the pack wouldn't leave me alone, they treated me like I was mentally unstable. Like at any second I could snap, tiptoeing around me and talking to me more then usual. Only Jasha was treating me the same way he always had, but he wasn't in any of my classes. Even Holly appeared to be making some form of effort.

Added to the constant questions all the boys seemed to suddenly feel the need to watch me and whoever I was talking to twenty-four-seven. The worst part was that I wasn't even sure whether they were trying to protect me or other people.

All this change had come about in the space of two or three hours. Each time I came out of a lesson two or three of them would be waiting for me, I couldn't enter the ladies room without Holly, Charlotte or Nova following me inside and a male escort waiting outside. It was ridiculous.

I sloped out of my biology lesson in a half daze, the bell had wrung when I was in the middle of a daydream, a particularly good one I might add, and I’d been forced to cut it short. Something I really was not pleased about.

“Are you even listening to me?”

I jerked round, barely recognising the girl standing beside me. She frowned. “Hello? Kim? I've been talking to you for the last ten minutes and you've just been gazing off into the distance like some love obsessed sap.”

As I took her full height in, a full four inches taller then me. I realised that I did know her, Amy Shales, a tall brunette that talked even more then Charlotte did but with fewer niceties.

“Stop that.” She grumbled.

“What?”

“Starring at me, it's freaking me out!”

“Oh.” I scrubbed at my eyes with my fists. “Sorry, I was just-”

“Away with the fairies. I know, I get it, your parents died, boohoo sad story, but you can only be sad for so long before-”

My fist made a connection with her jaw before I even realised what she'd said.

“You bitch.” I breathed, hugging my fist to my chest. It smarted painfully, like a little reminder that what I’d done was stupid.

Unfortunately I was much much much smaller then her both in height and proportion. As she then proved, she could also throw a better punch.

Lights exploded in front of my eyes and I staggered back, hardly believing that anything could hurt so badly. My lip felt like it was burning and my mouth was filling with salt and rust. I sucked in a few deep steadying breaths.

I could hear her flying off the handle, but I was still reeling so much from her right hook I might as well of been blind. She struck me again and I could no longer stay on my feet, I dropped back onto my butt on the floor, holding my head.

I could feel tiny drops of heat falling onto my collar bone. Was I bleeding? Badly?

Something slammed into my stomach, knocking all the air out of me. I could hear a terrible, gasping moaning sound.