a simple contract

It was February 13, 1995, and I was alone in this world... I have always been alone. Though physically I am not alone. I have a mother and a father. I go to school every day, and there are always children around me. But, still I always feel alone. I do not have any friends, and I do not feel the love of my parents. I do not think that there was any to begin with.... I am basically alone when it comes to dealing with my problems. I get bullied, and since I am alone... There is nothing I can do. The school will not listen to me and my parents are not any help either. "Just ignore it." They would say, I can almost hear their voices in my head. So, when the bully started going from verbal to physical I was left alone to face it.... I hate that word alone because it represents my life, and you can even say that it mocks me. Every day, I was alone to deal with the bullies, and its leader: Angel Frost. Though her first name is Angel she fits her last name better: Frost... just like her heart if she had any... It seems that she was always there, since I was a child. She led the bullies; told them the insults to throw at me, and the punches as well. There is no way for me to stop her. She is popular, beautiful, and smart. Especially when it comes to lying about things, or insults. And I am just some looser. Well, worse than a loser; at least a loser will have friends. I am not. I am just a loner.

Today is February the 14, 1995 and the day started just like any other day. It was Valentine's Day but I felt no love. I got up and took a shower and once I finished, I went down stairs to make my breakfast. When I got to the fridge is saw nothing but the fridge. It would have been too much to ask for my parents to at least leave a note saying: "Happy Valentine's Day!" or "hope you have a good day we love youuu!!" No. My parents never seem to show any affection toward me, just demands: "how are you grades?" "Good!" "I want them to be excellent!" And at the end, a slammed on the door to show authority. I sigh to myself. "I have truly never felt love before have I?" I ask myself after I finish eating breakfast, and I start to walk to school. While I am walking, I start to think about myself and how I look. I am a tall fairly skinny girl with short Mohawk like brown hair. I am 16 and I attend a high school that it is probably the worst in state. My clothes are from a second hand store, and the only ones my parents will buy for me. Random t-shirts and sweat pants most of the time. As I walk to school, I begin to think about Angel Frost's looks. You could say that she is a "looker". She has sky blue eye and light blonde wavy hair, she is shorter than me but most girls are. I am about 5'8 so she's probably 5'6. She is skinny but has curves. She is the prettiest in school and basically untouchable.

From behind me I hear a "THERE SHE IS! GET HER!!" then, I feel a sharp pain my back, an after that, on my head. My visions blurs and I fall down gripping my head. I am then surrounded by a group of people; some girls and some boy and they all laugh at me. These people are the reason I have short hair. About few months ago, they did the same thing only this time they pulled out a big chunk of hair. So, I just got a haircut. They continue laughing at me, and I am on the brink of tears, but that is when I hear a loud scream "HEY!!" The kids look at the direction of the sound . I look as well, and I see a girl with a hood over her head. She is standing there, and she wears a black leather biker jacket and a baggy tank top. She is also wearing ripped jeans and combat boots. She just starts running to us and some of the kid run off, but one of them stay his ground. I do not know his name, but I know that he is a football player. He attempts to make himself look big against the running girl, but it does not stop her. She continues running until she is only a few feet away from him. Then, she jumps up and punches him right on his face. He falls to the ground out cold. I was shocked, and the other kids were too. I am not saying that a woman cannot fight, but this is just weird! He was a giant football player like the ones you see on TV. And she was someone half his size and she took him out?! Well, she was half his width, and not his height. She was tall, now that I have a closer look of her. She seems to be around 6'5; but, she was able to take out a giant football player! Respect! The other kids went running, and I was able to stand up. "Thanks." I say, more bluntly that I should . "No problem." She replies just as bluntly. "Not trying to be rude, but why did you help me?" I ask. There was no reason for her to help me; however, I was not complaining. "You looked like you could use some help so I did. Your welcome" she replies. At that moment, she decides to take off her hood and I finally can see what she looks like. She had raven black hair perked up into a Mohawk hair style, and she had numerous piercings. "Looks like you have your issues here, huh?" she asks me "bullying I presume, with one person ruling them all, huh?" She added. I looked at her confused and sheepishly responded, "yes." She chuckles and says in an ominous voice "if you want them dealt with take this." She hands me a rolled up paper with a red ribbon tied around it. "I can make your horrors go away at a reasonable price." She says. "What price?" I ask. "Oh, you'll find out" she replies and then gives me an unsettling smile and walks away. I stood there for few moment just staring at the direction she left. The wind had picked up, and it was now pulling at my clothes and hair. I remembered then the roll of paper with the ribbon that she gave me. I decided to shove it in my pocket.