Silver Sun 3: Anger from Within

By

GameGuy24

I was awake at 7 in the morning to the usually tune my Sismo had set which was her favorite song as a child:

“In my day of sanctuary, life was but a dream.

People fought with words, and my hair was purple and green.

When she told me drive and I didn’t know how she laughed to the bottom of her knees.

She fought for honestly, she fought for ya’ll and asked nothing in return,

When she needed your help to save her ass you all said you didn’t give a shit.

People like that, make the world implode.

Because people like that, don’t know.

People like that; make me hate the world we live in.

When I grew up, my hands began to deform, I wasn’t myself anymore.

People laughed, people cried, people shook there heads,

I wasn’t one of them anymore.

punched me in the face while her fan boys cried in disgrace.

I’d never felt so happy before.

People like that, make the world implode.

Because people like that, don’t know.

People like that; make me hate the world we live.

Ran so far my pants fell down, luckily there wasn’t a crowd.

Girls laughed with me, they wouldn’t give it to me.

Not matter how much a begged and pleeded it was always no.

“But girl, your body is so nice, double 6 with dice.

Your ass so nice, meat toasted twice, dance with me”

People like that, make me jump up, far away…”

Although I found the song to be cheesy and uninspired, as well as more sexual then I desired, she loved it, and since I didn’t really care, I allowed it. I never slept through the song: that was for certain. I rubbed my eyes like always and peered out the window into the subs. It was still dark out, but the headlights of the hover vehicles could be seen already on the streets. Some mornings even if I was awake, did not want to face the day. I would just lay there on my bed, thinking about how things could be, but how they were. Even if most people feared changed, at these instances I could wish for nothing more but it.

I awoke, ate some breakfast (my Sismo leaves early in the morning for her drive to the POAUMA building in Yuna, which took many hours. Traffic was horrible, as most people lived in the subs worked in Yuna.), washed myself, and dressed. Routines like that come natural after awhile I guess, you don’t even think about it unless you’re telling someone. As I waited for the bus to come and bring me to training school I continued reading “Question Death”, leaning against the wall outside. It was a cold morning, as I could see my breath in front of me. It would warm up gradually through out the day. Yuna’s location gave it a variation; living farther north then most cities, they experienced cold weather from Qwen to Guildesha (early winter to late winter) but because they were near the coast, they as well had warm weather from Kaocha to Raza (early summer to late summer). Yuna held a unique weather system that was not only diverse but unpredictable. The bus came at the exact time it always did; I boarded it with others who were going to school or work. Our buses were not just for transporting students, but for people in the area also. Hover vehicles were so expensive right now; some people just couldn’t afford one. The government took into consideration that many people did not have work in their later years. It cost only 200 tions to board, and you could pay in advance for a certain amount of days. The bus wasn’t too bad; it had the local news station playing at the two small CIDs in front of the bus, right before the first two seats. They were probably 10 fots by 10 fots (1 fot1.875 inches) in size, a little smaller then the one we had at home. The bus was ventilated, although I don’t think it worked the best it could have. The seats were made from some cheap material that was well enough to sit on, but not to sleep on. Could be better, could be worse. That’s how I looked at a lot of things at life, so I wasn’t one known to complain.

It was becoming warmer as the days drew on. It was already Kaocha and many students were itching to have more time out of school. We began our new school year in Shina (early spring) and continued going 5 days a week, 5 weeks a month. In later months such a Kaocha to the end of Raza we went to training school for only 2 days of the week. Beginning of Uthra (early fall) it was back to our normal schedule.

I kept reading on the bus, since it was usually so quiet in the morning. Sometimes there were some younger girls on the bus that were talking and giggling, but they weren’t on all the time. I’m guessing they were either skipping training school or got a ride there. Either way it was peaceful, how I enjoyed it. Few times was it so calm. My peers loved to chat in training school, so I could hardly ever read there. Off the bus I proceeded towards the training school. Some of my fellow students were already there, outside socializing and laughing. As I walked in, dropped off my books where I sat and walked over to my instructor . He was sitting at his little desk with his tiny glasses over his eyes glancing at news on CEL (Current Events Letter). Although you could just watch the reports given by event castors he preferred to read what had happened. His desk was neat with papers as well as books of many kinds. Sculptures and other forms of art covered his desk. Many students scoffed at it, but I did not mind it at all. People are far too judgmental and narrow-minded. This art has been around far longer then them, yet they mock it. Even I understand such things. If it was so horrible why would it be remember now?

“Good Morning !” I said out loud.

“Good Morning Kyle, enjoying the book I gave you so far?” He said without raising his eyes.

“I didn’t have much time to read it, but it seemed too unrealistic for me.”

“Really you say? What’s to say what’s realistic and what isn't Kyle?” He looked up at me from above his glasses and smiled. “You never should leave out any possibilities.”

“You might be right, but wizards and magic aren’t things you ever see anymore. It’s hard for me to believe there were ever such things.”

“It’s nice to believe though there was once a time where things so unbelievable existed though right? Life not being as linear as it is now: a little fantasy into the mix.” He smiled and moved his hands towards the pastries. “Do you want one?”

“Sure, thank you.” I grabbed one and began munching on it. I always like , he was always nice to me, and although he wasn’t my age, he didn’t really act how old he was. I wasn’t really sure how old he was actually, since whenever his age came up he said didn’t want to talk about it, or he’d just give a random number to anyone who asked. He wasn’t the type to complain often and didn’t talk about how “things use to be”, something even my Sismo does. He always said things are how they are, and you need to accept it and learn from it. He believed that to reminiscence only lead to wishful thinking and arrogance of the situation at hand. I always appreciated his rational ideas, although some others didn’t feel so.

“Instructor! Instructor! Did you tell my mom I was staying after today to do extra work?” Short girl with red hair hopped into the room with an almost flowing motion.

“Yes I did Elm, although I’m not sure why you couldn't just tell her.” said reading the CEL.

“Well…she doesn’t always believe me.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re a big liar?” A voice came from behind her.

She turned around angrily. “You shut up Marq, no cares what you think.”

“It’s not what I think but what people say.”

“Well their liars! I’m not like that.”

“Sure whatever you want people to believe.” Elm gave him a cheeky face.

turned to Elm. “I wouldn’t know why, I’ve never known you to lie.”

“Me either …hey Dom! How was Taisa’s party?” She hopped away again, almost as if flowing.

Class began shortly after. Other students began walking in and sitting down. walked outside, pulling in any of the younger students who he always said “lost track of time”. Everyone was sitting and talking while prepared his lesson. I looked around at everyone. Across the room from me was Sharon Bolin, Miss. Stylin’ (her nickname). She was my age, with red hair, tan skinned, and always a smile on her face. A lot of the guys liked her, although many wouldn’t admit it. She was nice, I can admit that, but she was too energetic for me. I always got these “happy waves” from her, which isn’t a bad thing, but not for me. She always wore the latest fashion, which from her look was blue hats with points, long green pants, and yellow shirts two sizes to small for her. I’d seen a lot of girl around the subs dressed exactly like her the next day, and many said she was the trend setter, although I can’t say anything.

On the left of her was her friend Caroline Strother, a girl one year older then me. I didn’t know much about her, as she never did say much, but could always be found smiling and laughing around her friends. She had long black hair, with long jeans, and a t-shirt saying “Stop staring at my boobs, pervert!”. She seemed nice, although I didn’t know her very well. Next to her was Aaron Haro. He had been at this training school since I was here, although we didn’t know each other very well. He didn’t seem like a bad person, always being there for people. His only downfall might be that he was quite competitive, and took losing very badly. He was on many sports teams in Isola. He played a variety of sports, such as Skeet (game which the object is to throw a ball that can fit you palm into a net, without crossing the line in front of and behind you while holding the ball. You can bounce the ball to you team mates, but you can’t tackle your opponents), to his favorite sport Kakar (you need to run down into the other teams end by means of passing, kicking, running. Anyone one playing can do these things, it’s not job specific. While your team is trying to bring it into the other end, your teammates will try to block the other team from getting to the ball) He was quite a sports fanatic, everyday I heard him speak about the latest games and scorings.

“I can’t believe the Yuna Spirits lost to the Chaca Shans. With an offense of Stan Bozzi, Russell Brilliant, and Harrison Door they should have scored more then 3 measly goals!”

“I know man; they were low, very low.” Antony Iott said. Antony was a boy who was 2 years older then me. I always got the impression that Aaron looked up to him almost. He was a laid back guy, always smiling and laughing, almost as if he was in his own little world. He didn’t seem to really care about anything. Some days he would come in so quiet and looked as though he was sick to his stomach. He never saw medical help about it, even though told him he should. He always said he’d just shrug it off, he was fine. Usually wearing back jacket with black pants, as well as his hair that was spiked up, and had been dyed red.

“Can you guys not talking about skeet for one day?” Sharon’s other closest friend, Charolette Kaetzel mumbled. She was the girl who always tried to get her way, and loved to tease boys, and was overall not a very nice person in my eyes. She usually called me a loser if I even looked at her, or corrected her on something. Ignorant to say the least I believed. She wore an orange top that you had to slide over your head to get on, and it squeezed tightly around her large breasts. She wore a short a little skirt as well, with socks with stripes and other things usually. She hated her name for much she had everyone call her “Kaetz.”

“What do you want to talk about then Kaetz, about how you slept with some 30 year old man last night?” Marq said from across the room, watching something on his small CID.

“You’re an idiot Marq; no one was talking to you.” Sharon told him in a firm voice.

“Ouch that hurts ’, but you wouldn’t want me to tell everyone your little secrets either would you?”

Sharon looked away and closed her eyes. “Making up fake stories doesn’t impress anybody Marq. What’s your problem?!”

Kaetz stood up from her seat and pointed at Marq. “Shut up you ass! No one believes what you say, you’re just a big liar! Say anymore and you’ll have to deal with me and my man, shit face.”

“Wow, for a woman you sure don’t act like one. You’re such a butch, having one of your 30 year old men to attack me.”

“You bastard, I’ll beat the shit out of you!” She started walking over to Marq. Sharon tried to make a grab for her but missed. Aaron leaped out of his seat and grabbed onto her arms and waist.

She looked at Aaron angrily. “Let go Aaron! I’m going teach this shit face a lesson!” She pointed at Marq with an angry look I would see again many times. She struggled to get free but Aaron would not let her.

“If you want to fight that badly , if you think violence will justify as a punishment for his words, then let us go outside and have a crack at it.” said looking across the room.

Aaron had let go Kaetz. Everyone looked at in confusion and amazement, especially Kaetz.

“Umm , aren’t you suppose to disincline violence?” Aaron asked.

“Sometimes violence is the only solution.” He said as he stood up.

“You always said violence was meaningless .” I asked, everyone looking surprised that I had spoken.

He started walking towards the door. “Well Kyle, I still believe that is true. doesn’t seem to realize this yet, so maybe she should experience a real fight for herself then.”

“Girls don’t fight though .” Aaron said. “Guys aren’t supposed to hit girls my treson always told me.”

She looked at Aaron with a grin. “I’m tougher then any of you guys here, I could beat any of you!” She said then looking around at all of us.

“Then fight Marq and prove Aaron wrong.” Mr. Kravec said.

“I will!” She pointed at him and then put her hands to her hips. She mumbled “I’ll show you old man.”

“Everyone outside, this shouldn’t take more then a couple minutes.” grabbed his cane opened the door and walked out. Slowly the rest of us followed, worried this was some sort of test, or if he was off is knocker.

We were outside; Marq and Kaetz stood face to face while the rest of us stood near the wall of the school. stood between the two. I sighed; I’ve never seen pull this sort of thing before. Sure Marq and Kaetz were always getting it angry with each other, and Kaetz had hit Marq from time to time. Why now though? Wasn’t he afraid that he could be sued for someone being hurt? When I looked at him, he just smiled at me, and then looked at the two.

“Ok no, I don’t want any cheap shots or hitting in any personal areas.”

“Then this fight is over then, Kaetz can only put a guy down where it counts.” He said laughing to himself.

She formed a fist and looked at him. “I’ll show you shit face!”

“Ok then begin.” He backed up toward us.

“Go Kaetz!” Sharon cheered!

Kaetz ran forward fist in hand and swung at Marq but missed. She tried again and hit him in the arm. He grabbed at it in slight pain and then swung at her, hitting her right cheek. She stood up slowly as her face was slightly bleeding. He ran at her and swing at her, but she grabbed his arm stopping him. With a smile on her face, he swung his other fist into her stomach and she was down on the ground crying, blood spattering from her mouth.

“Kaetz are you ok?” Sharon cried as her and the others ran over to her.

“She was all talk, as I thought.” Marq said as he dusted off his clothes.

Antony turned around to Marq angrily. “Marq you bastard, you really hurt her!”

“Don’t be mad at Marq Antony, Ms. Kaetzel was the on who wanted to fight.” Mr. Kravec said. “Aaron, why don’t you bring her into the classroom to lie down?”

“Fine.” Aaron picked Kaetz up and brought her into the class with everyone else following him, giving Marq a distasteful look.

When they had left I looked at curiously. “Instructor, was that really necessary?”

“Kyle sometimes you need these sort of things happen and be done with. Just be happy she fought with someone she knew, and not some person who would pull a gun out on her.” He turned towards Marq. “You need to also learn to watch what you say to people.”

He sighed. “One truth prevails . She’s a hinta anyways, I wanted to put her in her place.” He started to walk away, with his hands behind his neck.

“What I said about the 30 year old man was true though, I know because he was my father.” He said back to us as he kept walking.

sighed. “Lets go back Kyle.”

Walking back inside I found that Aaron had placed Kaetz on the couch. She was asleep, her face so soft with such an innocent appearance. I felt bad that she had to have taken such a hard punch, but she had instigated the fight. MrKravec took at seat at his desk and read something in his hand. The rest of my classmates had sat down when they arrived and were being very quiet. Aaron held his held his head between his hands, Caroline was not only quiet as usual but looked very sad, indifferent, and Antony looked angrier then I had ever seen. His eyes scowled up as he held his arms crossed. He seemed to have something he wanted to say, but was afraid to say it. The others showed their anger towards Marq, as he sat on the other side of the table, looking innocently. He yawned and pulled out and book and started reading it. Antony slammed his hand on the table, everyone looked towards him except . Antony stood up and started yelling at for allowing Kaetz to be hurt and then at Marq for hurting her, and for saying those nasty things to her. Marq started yelling out his reasons for doing it, at any moment I thought another fight would break out. I didn’t actually hear a word of it, for I had blocked out the conversation, and only heard a few words spill through. I was still trying to understand ’s actions. I kept looking at him, and he would smile at me as though nothing important was happening. stood up, and told them to stop. He said it only once and they did. It seemed impossible to stop the argument between them with one word, but he had done so. They slowly took their seats and started speaking again.

“I’m not going to blame anyone for this. You are old enough to consider the situation, what was said and done, and then decided. I know who is to blame, but you come to your own conclusion.”

“What in the hell kind of answer is that!?” Antony stood up again, on the brink of violence. “Do you think you can say that after all this shit and we’ll all just move on?”

“She’ll fine Antony, she’s a big girl, calm down.”

It looked like Antony wanted to yell some more, chew him out till his last breathe, but something held him back, and he sat down looking a tad bit embarrassed. The room was quiet for sometime till we heard a faint voice behind us call out.

“I’m going to kick that bastard’s ass!”