Soaring Love

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"Freak." One of the girls passing Ita's table announced. Ita looked down at her table in misery. When would they ever leave her alone? She tugged her hood up to cover her face and listened to the conversations around her. The girls were all huddled up in a circle, giggling over tickets to a concert. Occasionally they flicked their hair over their shoulders for attention. Most of them looked nice, but they weren't. Every one of them had bullied her just because she didn't have a family. Ita got bored of the girls' conversations and let her attention turn to the boys'. Unlike the girls, they were spread out unevenly throughout the classroom. Most of them were talking about the upcoming soccer game, and others were talking about video games. She liked the boys a great deal more than the girls. With the boys, she didn't have to care if they came up to her. Because they didn't. They left her alone, she left them alone; a perfect balance. Whereas the girls always seemed to be on a battlefield, overpowering one woman who was defensless. The bell rang and everyone rushed to their seats. The teacher, who'd been waiting at her desk for some reason, welcomed everyone. "Rolecall. Hailey Nimers." "Here." said the girl who'd called her a freak a few minutes ago. "Matthew Dinjo." A mexican boy, who'd been talking about the soccer game earlier, spoke up, "Here." "Lilia Fedon." "Here." Lilia was Ita's favorite of the girls. She didn't contribute to the bullying and had always seemed sorry for her when the others attacked her. "Elias Yelfor." "Here." He was one of the few boys who acknowledged her presence, but still left her in peace. "Ita." She heard a few girls snicker. Ita didn't have a last name. She had never known her parents' names. Even if she had, she would never take their name because they left her to fend for herself. "Here." She mumbled. "Ita, no hoodies on in the classroom." Their teacher, Ms. Whister, pressed.

 "No, don't! We don't want to see her face!" protested Hailey as Ita flipped her hood off. A few other people laughed, others glared at her. Lilia even slapped her arm lightly. Ms. Whister glared at her, "If I hear another comment like that from any of you again, you will get a ticket straight to detention. Consider this a warning." She continued down her list of names, and when she finally got to the end, Hailey had drawn a picture of Ita with a knife going through her stomach and horns growing out of her head and thrown it over to her. Ita had to admit, it wasn't a bad drawing. There was a nice amount of blood coming from her mouth and wound. What wasn't realistic, was that there was no blood on the tip of the blade where it protruded through her back. Dumbass, she thought to herself. You can't even get murder right. She smiled to herself and decided to write her corrections on the side of the paper and threw it back. Hailey glared at her in return. Their eighth grade class of history passed by quickly. The bell rang and everyone immediately started packing up to get out of there, as if the world would explode. Ms. Whister was not okay with that. "The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do." Ita and a few others, including Lilia, stayed seated, while some of the soccer boys carried on with their packing. "And detention it is, then." The boys looked up at their teacher in horror. "Take a seat. You'll be the last to leave." Revenge, thought Ita, so sweet. "You may pack up and go." The packing for the apocalypse started up again. As soon as Ita left the classroom, she was pushed up against the hallway wall by Kat, one of Hailey's friends. "Bitch." she told her and stalked off. She must've seen her comments on Hailey's drawing, since she sat next to her. Usually remarks like that didn't affect Ita, but today it hit her hard for some reason. Tears stung her eyes and she fled to the bathroom, which, shockingly, was empty. She pounded her fists against the sink's counter and screamed out all of her hopelessness, misery, pain, hate for the girls of her class, hate for herself. The mirror in front of her shattered into countless shards. She stared at them, falling and crashing onto the ground, splintering into even smaller pieces. One shard still hung in the now empty frame, stuck. She pulled it out and stared at herself. She looked like herself: chocolate brown hair that became wavy towards the ends, fair skin, sprinkled with freckles, rosy cheeks that were stained with tears, and chapped lips. The only thing different were her eyes. They were pure black. No whites or irises, just darkness. Like a demon's eyes. Eyes that children had nightmares about. Ita shook with horror. She dropped the shard, waiting to hear it shatter. But it didn't. She looked down to see where it should've broken, and there it was, suspended in midair, appearing to be carried by a maroon wind-like substance. Even more peculiar, the substance seemed to be coming from her. She glanced at her shaking hands to see a thin river connecting her hands to the shard. She jerked her hands back and the shard fell to the ground and the wind disappeared. "Wha-" she whispered. Trying to stop her shaking, she tried to summon the wind. As if to her command, it was back, flowing between her hands. "Stop." she whispered and it disappeared again. She wiped away her tears, which had stopped coming, and sprinted out of the bathroom to get to the principal. She needed to tell someone. The door to the principal's office was in her line of sight and stopped cold in her tracks. How am I going to explain this? Trying to make up her mind, someone placed their hand on her shoulder and flipped her around where she met Hailey's cold gaze. "You're trying to be smart, aren't you?" Ita looked confused and Hailey just rolled her eyes, "With your little comments." "What else would I be talking about? Listen here, little bitch. You're nothing but a monster, a demon." Hailey pressed her against someone's locker and Ita could feel the lock digging into her back. "Want me to prove my point?" Not waiting for a response, she pulled out a knife and her friends held her against the wall, while she got to work. Ita let out a gasp, "You wouldn't." "I'll prove you wrong, smartass." Ita's heart sped up and started yelling for help, but Nikki, one of the girls holding her, pressed a hand over her mouth. Then there was a terrible pain flaring on her arm. She fought to scream. It felt like someone was tearing her arm up. Hailey pulled back, grinning like a psycho path. "Take a look." Ita looked down her arm and saw the word "Demon" carved into her arm, blood inking out of the letters. And then she broke. She attacked Hailey throwing her against the opposite wall and held her there, her eyes flickering to black. She stared in horror and shock. An ear splitting noise erupted from Hailey. Ita summoned the red mist to her hand and stuck her hand through Hailey's chest and yanked it back out again, holding a still slightly beating heart. Hailey's heart. She turned to Nikki and Hailey's other follower who looked at her friend's body. She let her heart slip out of her hand, making a small thud when it hit the floor. "Who's next?" She growled. They both sprinted to the fire exit, trying to get away as fast as they could, but Ita was faster. One moment she was standing over Hailey's body, the next she was right in front of the other two. "There's no escape." She reached for Nikki's heart first, then for the other girl's. "Burn in hell." She studied the other girl's heart, covered in sticky blood. Then she realized what she had done; she'd murdered three students. But it felt so good. Ita walked away, licking the blood off her hands. This feels right.

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