Thor's Academy

A New Beginning

Money. So much money. The crisp bills fluttered down from the heavens, enveloping me in its scent. I fell back onto the piles building up, a grin spreading across my face. This much was enough to pay for Mom's hospital bills, a clean house, perhaps even college! A giggle burst out of my lips. I would never have to worry again... I sighed, making cash angels on the ground.

“Miss Hales? Miss Hales. Miss! Hales!” A grating voice echoed through the room. Had I been rich enough to hire my own secretary? Although I don't know why a sixteen-year-old would need a secretary. Quite a waste of money. Hmph. And if I had hired one, I could've hired someone with a better personality. And voice. She was really getting on my nerves.

“MISSHALESWAKEUP!” The scream pierced through my ear and caused me to jump a foot in my chair. Wait, chair? I dazedly looked around my surroundings. Not a single bill anywhere. Damn, another dream.

The secretary looked irritated. “Glad to see you've joined us, Miss Hales. You are wanted in the principal's office now.”

Principal's office? For what now? I struggled to recollect my memories. Luckily, the claw marks on my face reminded me. A nasty run-in with the queen of the school had led to a catfight. I ran my fingers down the injuries, hissing in pain. The bitch had drawn blood. Memories came flooding back.

“What the hell did you do to my gym shirt, Jane?” Despite the fury bubbling inside me, I managed to smirk. “Angry that I look better in it than you ever will?” I looked at it once more. It could barely be worn with all the tears in the material, and the only part that wasn't torn apart was marked with expletives. Mainly about me being an angry whore.

A tall, blonde girl surrounded by her clones narrowed her eyes. “Enough with the lies, whore. And I don't know what you're talking about.” She sneered. “I wonder if you'll be so confident now? Consider this a warning. Don't mess with us.”

I gaped at her idiocy. "So you did it.”

Jane laughed. “No, I didn't. Are you retarded?”

I slapped my forehead. No use arguing with this one. I strongly disagreed with stereotypes, but this blonde fit the match perfectly. “I won't let this go. I wonder how a suspension will look on your crystal-clear record?” I smiled.

An innocent look crept across her face. Not good. “On my record? Sweetie, I'm head cheerleader and teachers' pet. Meanwhile, you're the one with one more strike to go until expulsion. Who do you think will they believe?”

Amazingly, she was right. But I couldn't get out of this school, I had nowhere else to go...

Jane voiced my thoughts. “Aw, is the dirt-poor urchin homeless now? Poor little orphan.” She cackled.

That was the last straw. Throwing caution into the wind, I launched myself at her. The whole locker room turned into a battlefield, complete with shrieking bystanders. Every punch was answered by an angry, pain-laced shriek.

Before the teachers came running in, I got in a few good hits. By the time they arrived at the scene, she had a soon-to-be black eye and a nosebleed, as well as countless bruises. I, on the other hand, had long claw marks down my face and arms, with drops of blood budding from them. Some of her posse had jumped into the fight as well, and each were armed with nails as long as an inch, filed to a point.

"What is going on here?!" Mrs. Larkson barked.

Jane broke down into sobs, with her crew petting her and acting comforting. “P-please...she just started h-hitting me...it h-hurts!” I rolled my eyes. This was to be expected. However, I don't think she was faking the crying, my hits were pretty solid.