Captain Lena Wood

Chapter 3

It's been a few months since classes started. So far so good. No one knows the truth about me and I'm getting all A's. Plus, Omega and I have become best friends. I feel like I never have to hide anything from her. Hopefully one day, I can tell her the truth. My life here is great so far. Except for Brock and Emara Emodar. They are older students in my house. They like to beat me up. Speaking of them, here they come.

They walk over to me with their hoard of friends. I continue doing my homework in the common room with Omega. I then feel a very strong tug on my shirt. So strong, it pulls me out of my chair. I drop my pencil and get pulled back by Brock. He has short blue hair and blue skin. Same with his hideous sister. He hangs onto my shirt, to make sure I don't run away. He's about to speak when I say, "Now, before you talk. I just want to say that I'm not going to run. Now why would I? You'll catch me. I already know this."

"Oh will you just shut up? I haven't beaten anyone up today, so it's your turn."

I close my eyes and wait for him to punch me. I wait and wait. When is he going to punch me? I ask myself. That's when I feel it. He punches me all over my face. I feel cuts being made and bruises forming. He says as he punches me to the floor, "Come on wimp, fight back."

I say, "No."

"Come on. You know you wanna." He continues punching me. "Why am I wasting my time with you? You're weak. I don't like weaklings."

He leaves the room with all of his dumb, ugly friends. Omega walks over to me and helps me up. She says, "Here, lets get you back to the room, so we can clean you up."

She packs up our stuff and we head our way to the room.

~

I sit down on my bed, as Omega closes the door. She walks into the bathroom and comes out with a rag, a cup of water, and a first aid kit. She sits on the bed next to me and begins to clean me up. Mira jumps into my lap and falls asleep.

We keep her out of her cage now. She knows when to hide. Omega found out about Mira about a month ago, when she heard her squeak. Mira squeaks when she eats. Omega loves her.

"Why do they do this to you?" Omega asks as she wipes away the blood.

"I don't know. Maybe 'cause they don't like me."

"Well that's obvious. I just don't understand why they would do it randomly."

"For fun. Entertainment. I think that's why they do it. Ouch!"

She pressed too hard on my eye. "Sorry." she says.

"It's okay."

There's a pause 'til I say, "Thank you."

"For what?" she asks.

"For being my friend."

"Of course. I'll always be there if you need help. That's what friends are for right?"

"Yeah."

"Don't tell anyone but I think that Brock and his friends should go die in a ditch and I hope that one day, someone will make him have taste of his own medicine."

I laugh. "I won't."

"All done." she says as she cleans up.

While I sit and wait for Omega to get out of the bathroom, I pet Mira and watch her sleep.

~

After dinner, Omega and I are in our room doing homework together. Omega asks, "What is the difference between a Fogler and a Marshiell?"

"Umm...a Fogler has one finger on each hand, can create smoke and lives in a swamp-like habitat. A Marshiell has three fingers and are webbed, small to no ears, and lives underwater." I answer.