Lucky Blue Smith

Chapter 2: Crazy mode

It's not too bad getting stomped all over by prideful, stuck up people at school.
I can hold my tongue, it ain't that much of a biggie.

However, if you mess with my best friend, then girl you are in for a ride.

I haven't mentioned my 'you've completely lost Mia' side have i?

No? I thought so. It's very rare.
My emotions are easy to tame.

But when i see Amy or Lucy hurt, it's like my stability in emotions disappear like no more like I'm gone cray cray now.

"I'm gonna rip her fucking extensions out."

"Go ahead no one is stopping you, girl."

As i leash out and head towards the vintage door, some how the force of gravity and pressure weighs down on me. As a brunette headed girl puts all her might to stop me. Clearly struggling.

"But! Not right now, not today. We can't be careless and not thinking before hand. We will get our revenge. Don't worry."

As i try again to break out of her hold. She's way too strong. Again i fail to break free and begin to calm my tensed shoulders.

"Mia.. come on, Mia, please" she pleads.

God damn it. Me and my kind, easily manipulated heart.

"Fine" I finally conclude after my stubborn five year old rage, i start to come back to sense.

"Look, go upstairs and go see her. Don't make it big, we can't let Mrs and Mr Bills catch on to this. I'll distract them."

I just wanna smash and bash. Natalie and her minion's pretty little faces are perfect to wreck up.

Grabbing onto the gold plated knob and gently turning it like in a horror movie only if this is a movie or even a prank.

Waiting for the cameras to appear from the corner to say this is all a prank is fantasy right now.

This reality horror movie is soon to turn into a emotional one as I already can feel the tears slipping from my water line. Stay strong Mia.

"Amy...?" I quietly whisper, trying not to be heard by Amy's parent who are downstairs in the kitchen not having a clue of the state their little baby girl is in.

Otherwise, i would have swung the door wide open and marched in, preparing to slap Amy across her face for carelessly thinking.

"Mia..?" She sounds so fragile. I just wanna lift her up, rock her and sing some lullabies.

"Wwhh...yyy.. Amy?" Daring not to go near her bed where she lays her body . I'm too scared to go under the light and properly analyse the condition she's is. Even here it's unbearable.

"Sometimes there's an extent a person can take. I ain't as strong as you, Mia"

Don't cry.
Don't have a mental breakdown right down.
Show her your strong.
Show her you will make them pay for the pain they caused.
Don't act weak.

"Amy... I'm so so sorry." Reaching to grab her delicate pale hands as i kneel next to her bed looking anywhere but her eyes. The floor seems a good place to avoid eye contact.

She lifts my chin up so that i connect her grey eyes with my brown ones. That's when i see it.

"Why on Earth are you sorry? Have you gone mad? it's them who should be sorry to us"

And cray cray Mia has been ticked off.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN 'HAVE YOU GONE MAD?' ???!!! HAVE YOU FUCKING LOST YOUR MIND??! LOOK AT YOU ARMS.. LOOK AT THEM. THIS IS THE REASON YOU WEAR LONG SLEEVES. THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TALK TO US OFTEN ANYMORE!! " I have completely lost the plot.

"Mia, calm down. My parents will hear you. I'm sorry." She tries to gently pat my head to comfort me but i push her arm away from me and head towards the door.

"Amy, i will get revenge. Even if i have to murder my own sister."

Bang.

Storming down the staircase like an immature child whilst Lucy gives me a mix of emotions and Mrs and Mr Bills gaze into me like lost puppies.

"We just had a little disagreement. I'm leaving. Nice to meet you, Mrs and Mr Bills."

Again, another bang.

I will regret all of that but not now.

"Mia! Mia!"

Even though i hear Lucy breathlessly running after me through the park, i obstinately continue lumping through the wet grass. Muddy, wet soggy green fucking grass, perfect. Absolutely perfection. Hint the sarcasm.

"Mia! Mia...MIA! YOU STUBBORN LITTLE BRAT!"

Halt.

One person who can get away with bitchy attitude towards me when I'm in cray cray mood is my one and only Lucy. Ah.. Lucy.. my sweet, Lucy. I' m gonna fucking shred her in pieces!

Slowly rotating on my heel so that i now face my new enemy.

"Um... uhhh... Mia... uhh... I'm sorry?"

"You're dead meat"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" never have i ever saw Lucy run so fast, damn the girl should really join the olympics and never have i ever ran so fast myself.

Before i decapitated Lucy's gem-like flawless head, I captured a pair of hazel eyes. There are many eyes in this park from pedestrian to pedophiles , those hazel ones follow me creepily. Is it just me or is someone stalking me?

Shut up, you attention seeker.

Taking my mind of my imaginary stalker i flew into the air like batman once did and hurdled Lucy into my arms.

"Prepare to be crucified."

For males, it's normally a smack on the crotch but for females it's either the boobs or their pretty, dignified face. Since looks don't matter to me, second option would be the boobs. But, ha! Here's the things. I have no boobs. Literally just two little grapes.

Nice try Lucy.

Head lock and round one begins.

"Mia let go or you're so dead."

"I don't think your in a position to be threatening me young lady." Tighter.

"Ah, you bitch."

Tighter. "Foul language."

"Okay, okay I'm sorry."

And Mia has won the round. Whop.