The Lioness: Change

Trafalgar's POV

written by cristianaistypingnow

I hate school.

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I can't believe the way Thorin talked to the others. It's so casual. It's like they are old friends. And that boy with the common plant name. He's horribly annoying. The way he spoke in that frivolous tone really pissed me off.

What are they talking about now? Ah, the one with two sisters is currently muttering about what I just said was nothing much to him. That's why he's not the top ten in class, heh. I don't have much to talk to them, then.

I'll just skitter off for a while.

I stood up from my seat, earning the eyes of everyone seated near this bench.

"Where're you going?" Analisa asked while pulling a tuft of the irritating Dan's hair.

I stuck my hands in my jeans' and turned away, leaving my book on the table. "Just going for a walk." no objection. I took it as a permit.

"Strange guy, eh?" I heard Thorin comment as his eyes followed me. I disappeared amidst- blended into the bobbing of differently coloured heads in the crowd. "His mind is too full of complicated things. To me, but not to him, I guess."

"We know," Tree replied. "Let's hope he won't be coming back with his hands red. I think he's a bit dangerous," he added.

"That's a really bad joke, Alders," Dan Harris retorted, looking at him with flat eyes.

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I walked along the corridor, then out into the deserted courtyard at the back of the school campus. As I was immersed in my thoughts, someone clamped a hand down on my shoulder heavily. As I turned, I made sure that my look of disgust was on my face.

Ah. A face with messy hair, rough bristles and a strong build. Well, if it isn't the infamous school bully, Hornus Carvol. In our class, the troublemaker, the 'boss's no. 2', the most annoying guy in this whole school.

"You're the newbie here, yes?" he asked in his loud voice.

There was no reason for me to answer you. Despite the fact that I want to say this, the key point of living a good life at school is not to find trouble. -But trouble always follows you around, doesn't it? Well, it seemed like I had kept silent for too long, since-

"You're supposed to answer, you bit**!" Carvol shouted, and suddenly grabbed my collar. Then he flung me around in a wide arc and I slammed into a brick wall, effectively hurting my head and I slid down, unmoving. A tiny trickle of blood made its way down until my chin.

"Well...," He stomped over, and pulled my up harshly. I felt my cap fall off and land on the ground, yet I stared up at him with a defiant look. I've received blows larger than this before. I've been humiliated even more before. I'm not going to kneel down in defeat and beg for mercy. A dangerous sense of wind ruffled my messy hair which I usually hid under my cap.

"Listen, boy. Let's have a bet,'' he hissed. I felt his breath on my face. It reeked of onion and...

Wait. Did he just mention a bet? A look of disdain spread itself over my face. I am a bit interested in it, but I don't suppose it will be fun. Let's see.

"You," he commanded, "fight me in the annual spelling bee, or you really fight me, fist to fist. If not, I hit you," he said in grade one english.

I raised an eyebrow, then raised my head and proudly shook a no. How dare he defile the sacred game of bets. People who either don't treasure their lives and those whose joke around in serious affairs, irked me. No matter who he was, I shall ever refuse.

"Then let's use you as a hammer and crack the surface." He lifted me even higher, his face scrunched up in anger and surprise.

I wasn't in the mood. A bet, he said, yes. I personally loved bets, even more since the death of my companions, Bekan and Eustass. That's the least I can do for them, their death being my mistake, my hesitation in a bet, my fault. I smiled a bit maniacally. Ha, I loved the event that had caused their deaths.

And I won't let this piece of sh*t ruin the fun of chance; the excitement of hostile situations.

"Get off me, you jerk," I muttered darkly, being in a sort of trance-like stage, my mind filled with the cutouts of... I did not show any sign of fear or being anxious. This advantage can be critical in many ways. Unfortunately, it made the idiotic bully even more cranky, furious even, yet there was shock mingled in his emotions at the same time.

"Wha-WTF!?" He stepped back, staying at a distance from me, his grip loosening. He was positively surprised at my words, being the 'second coolest in history', huh? " What did you just say to the great Hornus Car-"

"I said GET OFF ME." my voice began to rise, imitating the old principal I always met long ago. The key to bringing fear is having a firm, steady voice, and of dignity and calmness. "Are your ears that bad?" I continued, adding oil to the flame. Flames that blaze so hard go out soon. I glared at him, and he froze.

In fact, I was a least bit surprised when he let go of me. Keeping my eyes boring into his, I picked myself up.

"Well then, go as you wish," he replied in a sort of waiting tone.

I grabbed my cap form the ground and briefly dusted the gravel off. I put it on a bit dramatically, and started to walk back to the cafeteria.

Then, there was a small shine, a rush of wind and sharp pain.

To my dismay, I realised that it was a dagger embedded in my back before I blacked out in three seconds.

(What a shame. To him, to me.)

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