Alice

STEPHENS POV

I want to give a huge thank you to one of my best friends Austin for helping me with the Alice series. He wrote this chapter and I can't wait to see if this story will go farther! Thank you Austin I love you!

You'd think I'd have to go to the hospital for messing up my hands like I usually do, but this time I didn't hurt myself. I don't know whether to be scared.. Or proud of my baby sister. My leg may hurt, but it's better than what she did to our step dad. And it's a good thing, too, cause if I did it I'd be in jail by now for murder. This family is even crazier than I remember... I hope she'll be alright.. Alice... I had to go after her. I knew I did. But the doctors said I wouldn't walk for at least a few weeks. That was a pretty bad stab.. I'll get her back for it later. Even with the cast, I had to walk to school. Our mom wasn't up to driving us to school, and we'd already missed the bus, so we ran. Well, Ray did. I had to hobble my way over to school, and who other than the Meaties to bump right into a temporary cripple. Let's start with the bumper, the big guy. "Hey, turnip," their latest insult was the first greeting he spoke to me with, "you look like you're having a hard time there." He wasn't off, I was using crutches, but I wasn't so crippled I couldn't shut his mouth. I didn't make an attempt to respond to him, though, I was a bit shaken up by what happened yesterday, so I wasn't feeling chatty, though I felt a heat in my stomach. I began moving on my merry way. Class was better than dealing with these group of eventual high school dropouts. I didn't get far before one of them kicked my right crutch out from under me, my imbalance causing me to topple over like a defenseless doll. There was that heat again. I slowly brought myself to my feet as the small group of meatheads, the full version of "meaties," were near me all snickering amongst themselves. I cracked my neck, but without my hands this time. One of them flinched a bit. Someone's sensitive. My words for him came out as "grow some balls, you no neck piece of garbage." The immediate response I received was the hardest punch in the face I'd taken since I broke that kid's leg in 7th grade. I forget his name. As if on cue, the heat in my stomach grew into such a blaze I lost my temper and threw my fist right back into my attacker's stomach, hearing him give a loud, forced cough before she slung my arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a tight headlock, using his weight against him before flipping him over onto the ground, the remaining three meaties diving for me. I was stormed with enraged kicks, punches, and stomps. I knew eventually a teacher would come out to put a stop to this mess of a fight, so I decided to use my time wisely. I took hold of one of the feet heading toward me, yanking it out from under the meatie and watching him drop to the ground, rolling away from the two who were still in a rage, a panic slowly descending on them, especially when I leapt forward and performed a front flip and brought my feet down on one of their heads, knocking them down to the ground but quickly dropping onto the ground. I cursed myself in frustration, I couldn't do as much with a cast on. While I was stuck in thought for a moment, the remaining meathead leapt onto me and began to wail on me frantically, hoping he'd at least knock me out, but like any smart person, I was using my arms to protect my face from arm before jabbing up into his chest, using that distraction to knock the overgrown bastard off of me, him wheezing from the sudden pain in his lungs. I slowly stood up, panting tiredly. I forgot about the one meathead who wasn't done for the count, him swinging a branch into the back of my head, dropping me down onto the knees. I felt the back of my head. It was wet. My vision was a bit blurry as I noticed the blood upon my hand. I blacked out, dropping onto the dewy grass with a gentle thud. Next thing I knew I was in the nurse's office with bandages on most of the back of my head. I groaned softly, only to receive a bit of a lecture from the more aggravated nurse, who soon walked out, the sweeter nurse coming to comfort me. It wasn't all bad, I was missing my first period for a bit. The fire in my stomach was gone. I pondered what had happened for a bit. Am I turning into what she's becoming...? This is going to be a long, confusing journey..