Grænin's Siege(Book 1)

Chapter 8

By batel160
Briar's POV

I walked in to see Tara painting, but she quickly hid the easel. I was a little sorry for drenching her, but not really. "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?" I asked, just to annoy her. "Do you ever SHUT UP?!?" She practically yelled in my face, her eyes showed sadness, and anger. I didn't know why sadness was in there, but the anger was probably me.
"Sorry." I muttered sarcastically, plopping on my pillow. "It's not my fault I am who I am. Shut up yourself" I grabbed a random book from my desk while Tara went to the bathroom. Does she ever stay out of that place? It was like a hobby of hers to hog bathrooms. I sighed, looking at the title of the book I had grabbed. "Dragons: why are they scary?" Uh, I dunno maybe because the have A BAJILLION RAZOR SHARP TEETH! I put the book down and looked in the mirror. Right then, a bucket appeared above my head and soaked me. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" I yelled at Tara, how had just come out of the bathroom. She was smirking.
"I don't know, maybe you drenched me earlier."
"SHUT UP YOU JERK!" I felt tears well up in my eyes for no dang reason. I was angry at myself, and at Tara. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. I wiped my eyes, pretending to get water out (which I technically was doing). I lay down on my pillow, put a muffling spell on my bed, and cried. Because of the spell, Tara couldn't hear it. And it looked like I was asleep. I heard her sigh and pull the covers up. This was going to be a long few years.

The morning was quiet, and Tara hogged the bathroom again. I was used to it by now, so I dressed without cursing her name. Today was a free day, no classes, no teachers and NO TARA. My dream day. All I really did was cry and read my books, but I was content that way. I think Tara was bored, cause she went outside and practiced spells. Typical. I almost wish we were friends, laughing and joking. Being stupidly like normal kids. Well, we were normal. Kinda. Okay, not really. But it was a little fun to imagine us holding hands and whispering secrets to each other. I sighed. 'ya. Like that's ever gonna happen.' I thought, snuggling up in my pillow. 'maybe I'll try to be nicer.' but deep down, I knew it was a fat chance. The whole reason why Tara hated me was because I was trying to be mean. It was all my fault. Everything. If I hadn't wanted a stupid Barbie doll we might just be friends. I cursed my name, the stupid jerk I was. 'i hate you' I whispered to myself, and I fell asleep.

Wow. On to you, leafpaw!