Familiar Voice and Mr. Art Teacher

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  • Dedicated to Edtih : Who forced me to finish the chapter
                                    

Familiar Voice and Mr. Art Teacher I take a deep breath, I can't do this. Maybe if I get some sleep I could find the courage to finish reading the journal. I shut the ragged journal and place it in my nightstand. I lie down on my soft bed, and fall into a dreamless sleep. "Elisa wake up we're going to be late." I hear someone yell from outside of my door. I stand up groggy and disoriented and look at the time. Oh shit we are going to be so late. I quickly shower and get ready and we're off to class. I don't have any classes before lunch with them so I am bored and didn't pay much attention to them. After lunch we all have Combat and Weapons 101. I hate this class because I stink at it and always end up getting my ass bruised. "Hey girls." I say to Vida, Flames, Aira, and Daisy. They all mumble a hello because they are concentrating on the fight that is going on. It was Damien and some other boy practicing. Damien was striking him and the other boy was doing his best at blocking. I notice he isn't very good "Okay stop. Now I want Terra and..." Mr. Marcelo says. He is also our combat and weapons teacher. He looks around for another person. I hope it is neither Daisy nor Aira because Terra is mean. She fights dirty using her power and make her go faster so her opponent wouldn't b able to block her. Flame and Vida want to fight her for some time. I could feel their hope flowing and them wanting violence. Vida isn't as bad as Flame she was almost burning me with wanting. "Daisy." I watch as she steps up to the small fighting arena. I could feel her fear behind her perky smile. I also feel nervousness coming from one of my friends. "Okay you both know how it goes this work, try knocking your opponent to the ground. Get in your places." He pauses so they would be able to get ready to fight. "Ready, set, fight." Then they were flying at each other. Terra throws a fist at Daisy's face, and misses but only by 3 inches from Daisy's face. "Wow Daisy is getting better at dodging don't you think." I turn to see who was speaking to me. "Oh hey Damien. Yeah she is getting better." I say again looking at the fight. Terra was now using her legs kicking them towards Daisy. I swear what I'm seeing should be in slow motion. Terra kicks at Daisy, but she bends backward then after Terra's leg is far away Daisy who was still bending backward does a back flip, landing far away from Terra uncontrolled fighting. "That was so cool." Damien says has the class gasp and chants Daisy's name. I don't think she was even aware of that because I keep getting this vibe that makes me think she is just trying not to get hurt. The encouragement seems to get Terra angry. I know she will to start to use her power of speed, I was so correct because the second I thought it the fight seem to turn a blur and I listen to people groan. I close my eyes for a second, her going all Flash always gets me dizzy. I open them and notice that they are moving slower now. I look around to the other people and they were paying no attention. I see Daisy look at me just for some seconds. Terra takes this to her advantage and sends a fist flying to Daisy's face. I observe Daisy looking between the earth and Terra. I know what she is urging to do. I run towards the arena, jump the 2 feet jump to the ground and grab Terra's fist just inches from Daisy's face. Terra huffs in frustration, and then I hear people gasp. I let go of Terra' fist and turn to Daisy and shake my head. "Elisa come here." I hear Mr. Marcelo's firm voice says. "Class you can leave early." I hear happy yes but they just go on chatting to one another. "Go change and I'll be waiting for you in Miss Roger's office." He says stern then turns around and heads towards the main building. I slowly change. What did I do, wrong. I didn't hurt anyone. All I did was stop a friend from being hurt. "Yes we will attack in the summer time during the day. No one will see it coming." Someone whispers. The voice seems familiar to me but I don't remember from where. "Yes. Yes that is a great idea. We will surprise them but I still don't understand how being here near these disgusting creature will help us." I rapidly recognize his nauseating voice. It Mr.... Mr. Damn I don't know it but he is my art teacher. "We need someone telling us their moves. We need you to give us information. Do you finally understand?" That pang of familiarity keeps hitting me. "Yes sir. But I what I still don't understand is why were attacking here. They can't be any of these students. They aren't strong at all." I hear a gasps. My eyes open wide. I'm so dead. Why couldn't I keep it to myself? I close my eyes and wait for him to find me. "Found you!" I peak through my dark lush eyelashes. The door of my stall was not open. I hear a female whimper. "Ple please don't hurt me." Someone begs. I can hear the fear in her stuttered words. I look under the door. He has her by the arm. "I'm sorry, I really don't want to hurt you but you can't live if you heard that." She looks at his face with awe. "If... If you don't want to hurt me then why... why don't you let me go?" "I can't he has my family." I stand up and close my eyes. I want to help her but how. If only someone would come in and find them. If only one of my friends walks in. but they all have classes on the other side of the school. I breathe in and in my head debate on whether I will help her myself. I need to do it but I'm not strong enough, but he doesn't know I'm here so that is something I have over him. My hand trembles towards the handle of the door slowly. My hot hand grasps the cold handle, gradually turning it. Dear fans you are probably angry with me for not uploading faster. I'm really sorry. I won't say the excuse of having writers block because i didn't i was just really busy. I'm sorry i made you wait and made it so short, and i didn't proof read it so it might have more mistakes than usual. I really hope you have enjoyed reading. I might be able to upload soon. I can't promise it though.

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