The Arcane Society

Chapter 20

July 8th: 11:18 AM

The Throwback to Injustice

You are probably not going to believe who this person is but, here's the flashback.

Monday, October 7th, 2013: 3:45 PM: Sashabaw Middle School

Quick fact before we begin: The reason I hated Nate so much was because he was our team manager. And a terrible one at that.

We were practicing free throws and lay-ups when Nate suddenly pulls over Emily, Ka'miya, and Toni. (I didn't really make of it much back then, but Nate finally reveals all the dialogue to me, a month late.)

"We're are going to win this game." Emily laughs and continues. "If we lose, you have to ask out Elisabeth

Nate smirks. "And if we win, I have to ask out my crush?"

Ka'miya and Toni giggle. "Deal!"

During that game, a girl smashed into her while Reagan had the ball. Reagan's wrist fell on the ball in a awkward position. Since I've never broken a bone, I can't exactly imagine the pain. We asked for a substitute and Sylvia went in to play. Meanwhile, I'm seated next to Reagan, telling her to take a deep breath.

"Elisabeth, I think she knows that." Julia snapped.

"Well, gee, Miss. Obvious. I don't see you helping." I shot back. Julia reared back in shock. As much as I didn't regard Reagan a friend, I couldn't exactly leave her alone in pain. Her mom brought her a Gatorade and thanked me for assistance.

We lost that game brutally. That's also how the rest of the season went. Little did I know, I was about to whirl myself into a disaster, pulling the rest of the team with me.

Tuesday, October 8th, 2013: 2:50 PM: WMS Auditory Gym.

Since the coach always came late from the high school, I decided to work on math homework when Emily pulled on my arm. I stood up and rubbed my arm.

"What was that for? Besides, I'm a bit busy." I asked in a dismissive tone. Suddenly, Ka'Miya appeared. Oh no...

"Nate wants to ask you out! Just say yes!" She sounded like a little schoolgirl at a candy store.

I rear back in shock. Anger flashed through me as I pushed Ka'miya aside with full force. "Nate! Outside, Now!" I yelled.

I pulled him into the hallway, gripping his arm tightly. "Oww... Let me go! I swear I'll tell you everything."

I let go. "What's going on, Toblat?" I assumed the habit of calling him by his last name.

He recounted everything aside from the dialogue. I folded my arms when he finished.

"Who is your crush?" I asked. I was about as expressionless as a brick. But, I was searing on the inside.

"Alexandra Foyer." I could see why. She was pretty cute. Short brown hair, Small features, Large brown eyes. But for this giant? I didn't think so. "Who is yours?"

"Hold it, we're good on details here, Alright, listen here. I'm not falling for your stupid game. Go tell everyone who was involved with this to knock it off and leave me alone." I headed back inside the gym. Besides, what the hell did I ever do to you? Insult you once or twice? That was just good timing.

I was doing surprisingly better. Shooting more free throws, doing better on lay-ups. I guess my skill increases when I'm angry.

Wednesday, October 9th, 2013. Scripps Middle School

I finally told Coach Kimmel what happened. She told me I shouldn't have waited this long. She also replied that she was bullied in school too. She said she'll hold a meeting with the team as soon as possible.

February 17th, 2014: 6th Hour: Locker 686

The counselor handed me an envelope, it was full of letters from the teammates. The punishment that the principal gave to everyone was harsh. Most kids were spent on 45 minutes of interrogation. Some up to an hour. Most were teary-eyed and wouldn't look at me when they came back.

"Everyone felt really sorry for you, so they could opt to write a letter to you."

I read one, then another. I was still holding a grudge on Nate. All the damage he had caused. I turned into a cold, hard shell of myself. Love is kinda a prickly subject for me. All I needed was parental and brother to sister love.

I acknowledged the counselor and put the envelope deep in my backpack.

I hoped I wouldn't fall in love again. I was terribly wrong. That's when I remembered Him.

September 22nd, 2013: Computers: Meeting Pascal

I was beating HMTL lessons with flying colors. I suddenly felt a light tap on my shoulder. I did not recognize him, he was a stranger.

"Could you help me with this? Like teach me through it?"

I shrugged. "Sure." After a thorough explanation and a couple taps on the keyboard. He bested the lesson.

"I forgot my manners, I'm Elisabeth."

The Present

7th grade was one hell of a year. Getting beaten up by love, falling in love, rejected by love. It seemed everyone but me was falling in love while I was still contemplating what love meant. But, I've remembered to turn the page and move on.

In all honesty, it wasn't a teacher or my dearest friends who motivated me by justice. No, it was the injustice my classmates have caused that propelled me forward to what I am today. Everything that happened to me shaped me up to this point. Yes, I proudly accept who I am.