All's Fair in Love and War (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2 - Look around, whole new year!

All's Fair in Love and War

Chapter 2

The look in my parents’ eyes showed me that they were proud. My mum, a petite size but with a blazing passion that burned in her heart, made up for it. Her suit was practical for fighting, even though it had a business-like feel to it.

Beep.

My father, a man who bore the height of 6" 4'. Laugh lines permanently embedded around his eyes, which were the dark blue of twilight.

Beep.

I loved this feeling, the adrenalin whilst fighting, the rush, and then the aftermath. It made me feel proud. Made me feel like I had a purpose in life. Unfortunately, even though I had made the accomplishments, something was missing. That something was...

Beep.

It was-

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I threw my covers off the bed, frustrated that my dream had been disturbed, just when I was finding out the most important part. 

Beep. I growl, Beep, in annoyance at the stupid piece of technology beside me. Bee-- I slammed my hand down on the desk, only just hitting the off button. I curled my hand into a fist and fist pumped the air in victory, I wish I could say it was internally, but it wasn't.

Oh victory is ours! I mentally did a retarded victory dance that only I could pull off; at least I think it was... I obviously wanted to imitate a slug, so I moved like one. I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood up, taking a moment of an inanimate pause to make sure I gain balance.  

Opening my draws, I took out a black t-shirt with 'Bite Me' scrawled out in colour. I grabbed my shorts, so I could easily fight with them on.

After I had executed my morning routine, I wandered my way over to my first class. Mrs. Knowles was a lovely teacher. Her middle age looks gave her a motherly vibe. Fortunately, she taught Drama. I know what you might be thinking – drama? Who needs it when you’re a Venator? Well, I have you know – on our jobs we need to put on a facade, one that could last for months to get to your main goal objective.

“To act the part on your assignments, you must be the part.” Mrs Knowles proclaimed. “Never – ever – forget that you are acting, that is where you’ll go wrong; if you let your true feelings pull through your facade, you can be as good as dust. Hear me?”

I think everyone in the class nodded, including me.

She paired us up into twos and selected characters we would play. A girl named Tina I received the parts of nerds – those lonesome people fully dedicated to schoolwork. Mrs Knowles decided to group together some pairs to form a group of 6. Our situation was in a cafe.

“So Sandra, (A/N FAKE NAMES – ACTING) I found the maths homework so easy. Did you?” I snorted.

Sandra, Tina, replied – “It was one of the easiest yet, I defiantly have my A+’s in that subject.... Make that ALL subjects.”

We continued our ‘nerd’ talk until the Goths, Leo and John. John, I don’t really know him but he seemed nice enough. Leo is one of my best friends. The Goths scurried down towards our table and began to ask for the homework which we had done for them, which eventually railed off onto self harming.

“My razor gets used when I listen to the Enamel. I decide to make a few slits to the tune; I made a skull last time. Wanna see?-” Leo smiled. Taking this cue, John cut in.

“No way! I love the Enamel. I made a cross last time, it was like soooooo in your face!” John gleed with fake excitement.

Tina and I picked this moment to shove the Goths their homework and scrambled towards the exit of the cafe.