K-12: Legacy

Class Fight (Part two)

For the throat?

Mystified, I went back into the classroom.

The teacher began to pass out little bottles.

"Class, the principal now requires everyone to take these pills. Take three daily."

"Why?" I asked. I already knew why, but I wanted to hear it from the teacher.

"It's for the safety of everyone in the school."

My pills were green, Abby's were red, and Rosalie's were pink.

"Pink is the lightest dose, purple is the second-lightest, then yellow, red, blue, and green is the highest dose possible."

I pour three green pills into my hand and swallow them. They tasted like candy, I noted. And that was the last thing I knew for a long time.

Later, we were escorted to recess, and Abby, Bahari, Athena, Kim, Rosalie and I had managed to snap out of our medication-induced trance.

The teacher went back to the building- probably for another snorting session. I sat down on the edge of the sandbox with Abby, and soon we were joined by Athena.

We were exchanging a few remarks about how horrible our situation was and made sarcastic comments about my parents when I heard a scream. Was someone being murdered? I turned around to face Rosalie, and well... The back of Rosalie's hand.

People were beginning to snap out of their trances, or at least they were able to figure out what was going on. They yelled "Fight!" over and over again, egging us on, and I didn't know anything because Rosalie was still slapping me, and I was starting to get a bit foggy when I remembered my advantage. "Go for the throat," my father had told me. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

I was deciding if I should do it when Rosalie pulled out a knife. Yes, I told myself. I will do it. Before her knife could touch my skin, I shoved her off me and closed my eyes. 

When I opened my eyes, we were hovering about eight feet off the ground, and there was a deafening silence. I stared at Rosalie for a minute. I would kill her.

I heald out my hand, and vines stretched out of my fingertips. It felt good like I had power over something. I reared back, flicking my hand so the vines streaked towards Rosalie. She looked at me in shock, unable to comprehend what was going to happen to her.

I went for the throat.

After about three minutes of Rosalie choking, I let her go, bored of the game. She fell on her fat ass, and I made sure everyone saw it. They looked back up at me and I landed gracefully, and a bit sheepish.

"Oops.." I mumbled. I had gone too far, and I knew it.

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The teacher stood before us, whistle in mouth and looking angry.

"Come with me, girls," she said icily. She hauled us along, squealing, by the ears, and left us at outside the principal's office. I wondered if she was angry about the fight, the fact that I could fucking float, or the fact we broke out of our trances. 

"You've done it this time! Now sit down. I mean it," she said severely.