I'll Fly Someday

Chapter 4

No Fights Please

I sketched an image, random one to be in fact. Ms. Reagan just let us hang for the rest of the class period. Anna and I just drew a bit. I had no idea what to draw. I just let my hands take control for once.

It ran straight across the pad, slowly adding details. Even though I was halfway done, I still wasn't sure what my hands were doing. In the end, I made a bird's wing. It covered nearly the whole pad.

I caught up a bit and added clouds to make it seem more realistic. When the drawing was done, I still couldn't believe my eyes. It looked as if the black and white clouds were actually moving. I touched the picture just to make sure it was a mere image.

Anna took one glance at my drawing and gasped, "Whoa!" She grabbed the scrap piece of paper out of my grip and stood. I couldn't explain it but her eyes looked somewhat upset, but her expression was light and happy. I was about to say something, but then she asked, "Can I have this?"

I refrained myself from starting a fight so I just shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

At the far end of the classroom, a girl with flame red hair stared straight at me. She's absolutely beautiful. Her emerald eyes shined, making her porcelain-white skin, apple-red cheeks, and light pink lips stand out. She had three piercings on her left ear and two on her right.

Even though she looked bold with them, somehow, she seems delicate. When our eyes met, she looked away. I had just noticed that she was sitting all alone. Nobody paid any attention to her whatsoever.

Anna noticed my gaze. She bends over and gave me a nudge. "That's Regina. You don't want to get involved with her." she whispered.

"Oh," was all said as I pulled my backpack towards me. I pulled out another pencil and a voice recorder out. I secretly slipped the recorder in my breastpocket. I put back the first pencil in my backpack and started sketching with the second. I without looking at her I asked, "Why not? Regina seems nice."

Anna sat back down beside me and scoffed. It was obvious she didn't notice the little audio recorder. From where we were, I doubt anybody could hear us. That's probably why she raised her voice a little. "She's weird. She dyed her hair and has way too many piercing. I heard that she has five on her stomach and two on her tongue. She thinks she's all high and mighty just because her dad owns a tattoo shop that's sponsoring the school a lot more than other companies. That's the only reason why she didn't get suspended yet."

"Seriously? Have you ever spoke with her?" I asked.

She shivered. "Hells to the no. I heard too much details about her. Besides, everyone says she's a liar. When the principal told her to dye her hair back to it's natural color, she told him it is her natural color. Can you believe that? Ridiculous."

I laughed dryly. "Why won't you believe her? Maybe it is her natural color."

"Who has that dark of a hair color anyways? A red that dark has to come from a can." she said sneered. Disgust boiled in my stomach. Why am I even talking to her?

"How stupid can you be?" I rolled my eyes. "How can you get into this school and not understand that bullying is wrong?"

She must think I'm joking. "Hey!" She laughed. "My GPA isn't that low. Did you know how many times I had to sugar up to all those teachers to get a better grade? I had to sleep with one to get a perfect grade."

I cringed. "Hey, I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to sit somewhere that's a slut-free zone." I stood and took the recorder out of my pocket, stopped it, then placed it back in my backpack. I gathered my things with my backpack hung on one shoulder, the art kit hanging on the other. I started to walk away but Anna pulled me back down. I landed on my butt and damn! It hurts.

"What's the matter with you?" Anna frowned. "Take that back! I don't care if you're new." She raised her voice. "You need to learn your place!"

Everyone's eyes were on me. "Uh I prefer if you're more quiet." I said with a small smile. "Leave me alone, please?"

Instead, she did the opposite. She hand smacked me across the cheeks. I didn't notice her well manicured nails. They were sharpened like claws. Well damn it. It hurts! "I came from a well established family with enough money to kick your fatass out of this town. I will not stand to hear your stupid insult!" That caught the teacher's attention. Ms. Reagan stood from her chair to say something, but I accidentally cut her off.

"Then sit your boney ass down." I hissed as I tried to get up but she shoved me back. Remember how I said I had my backpack hanging on one shoulder and the art kit hanging on the other? Guess which of the two I landed on. That's right, the art kit. And DAMN! That hurts more than landing on my butt. In fact, my back landed on the corner of it. I gasped at the pain and rolled to my side. A tear rolled off the corner of my eye. My cap fell off, revealing my hair. As if I had enough troubles already.

Anna then straddled me and gripped a lock on my hair to pull my head up. "Come on Lyza." She taunts. "Just apologize! It's all you have to do!" I grabbed her ear and twisted it. An attack I learned from mom when she tried to get me to listen.

"Get off me!" I hissed. I leaned in close and spat in her face. She screeched and flew into a fit. She slapped, clawed, yanked, and scratched me all over the place. Thank god she's not a biter. I think somewhere along the way, I socked her in the face, judging from her bleeding nose. I don't remember doing that though. I do remember wondering how long it would be before some idiot could get this psychotic bitch off me! Seriously! Sure, three or four boys tried to pull her back but they ended up dragging me along too. She had her legs wrapped around me. Believe me, even though I'm locked in this hurtful situation, I still find this kind of awkward.

She kept chanting, "Apologize!", like some occult maniac in between several slashed. I'm kind of glad mom abused me now. Anna's fit was an insect bite compared to mom's wrath. Anna can't break me. If mom can't, who else can stand a chance? I just let this ballistic blonde attack me because I know that the more I struggle, the worse the pain.