Author: noebody PM
Angel is the only free thinker in a school of a thousand clones.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,081 - Reviews: 5 - Updated: 05-17-05 - Published: 05-16-05 - id: 1914202
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Chapter One: The Freak
Her eyes wondered around the barren classroom focusing on the identical dress and mannerism of her fellow classmates. They all seemed to have been made in some assembly line, the 'perfect children' they might as well have called them. A product of over influencing tight wad parents who's only main concern in life was appearance. Because what people thought of you upon first glance was what made you man and what made a man want to marry a young women. (They didn't even show any emotion unless the situation deeded it appropriate.)
At the moment they were all in listening mode. Their eyes followed the grossly hideous middle aged woman as she marched back and forth in front of the front row. In her hand she carried a meter stick which she would slap her free hand with every few words to add emphases to her lecture.
Her classmate's hands seemed to move in unison as they copied word for word into their school issued notebooks.
'I know that this day and age it sounds too cliché to say but it is true, I'm different. Unlike these social freaks I've always had a mind and to my parent's utter protest I've never had a problem using it. And this is why I'm considered the school leper, not even my own teachers will go near me or even speak to me for that matter unless it's to punish me.'
And speaking of punishments…
"Miss Dumass," Ms. Anderson bit out as she slammed the ruler on her desk. She gave no reaction as she titled her head to graze up at her. Anderson pressed her lips tightly causing them to turn white, something she only did in her presence. "Miss Dumass, please explain to me why your eyes were wondering."
"Because I couldn't stand the sight of your fat giggling," She said simply.
She gasped loudly, as if to put on a show for the rest of the children. All would think that her startled reaction and outraged would have come from her comment but no. "Angel! What is this?" Anderson picked up Angel's notebook by the tips of her two fingers. She looked at the 'vial' thing once again before she raised it up so that all of the other children could see. They reacted as expected- letting out a group choreographed gasp as all their hands darted to cover their mouths.
"Angel!" Anderson's shock and outrage turned into pure anger and hate. "What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Just as she was about to respond Anderson interrupted her, "Nothing. Of course you have nothing to say for yourself. You never do. Do you have idea how disappointed I am? I blame myself, naturally." Mummers from the other children broke out at this, opposing her with such conviction.
Angel was a bad seed after all, and no one could save them all.
"No, no children. It seems that I have not taught Miss Dumass well enough. No, no! I have-" She slammed her ruler on her desk once again, "taught you well enough to know that abbreviating notes are wrong! Wrong! WRONG! You must copy every word I say because it is ALL important! You can and will be blamed for your own laziness by giving up your lunch for the next two weeks. You will spend it here and I will break you out of this unruly behavior, by force if it's required."
Applause broke out when her wrinkled mouth closed itself finally. Anderson acknowledged them all with a slight raised eyebrow but thanks and gratitude were etched in her face... see that tiny little wrinkle moved.
"Are we clear young lady?"
"You can go fuck yourself, are we clear?" Angel finished by blowing a bubble and letting it pop on her face. She smiled at Anderson who looked applauded at her gum covered face.
"Good," she gave a curt nod as she turned her body towards the black board. "I'm glad that we've got everything cleared up." She tossed Angel's favorite notebook over her shoulder making it land perfectly on her desk. "Now class I'm terribly sorry for the interruption in our lecture but Miss Dumass had to shown the light."
Her eyes once again shifted to Angel's. "She lives in a dark, unsatisfying place where nothing is right. But you, my glorious students can reach her in the dark place and bring her into the light. Show her the errors in her disgusting-… no- undignified ways. Let's bring her into the bosom of our family of pure happiness." She attempted to smile but it just looked as if her skin was trying desperately to stretch. And in the same fashion as there 'leader' the rest of the class turned and gave Angel the same half attempted smile.
'What in the fuck is wrong with these people?' Before Angel's mind could go on a rant the shrill of the school bell interrupted her. She gathered her things and pushed past everyone who got in between her and the door. 'Just one more period and I'm free.' Her mind sang.
All that was left on her schedule was Physical Fitness, which was a class better summed up as 'sitting on your ass for an hour and thirty minutes'. As a group all the girls had complained about 'PMS Syndrome pain' to get out of sweating. Over three weeks of this and Coach Mcguirk finally caved and stated that all the girls must still dress in their uniforms but only had to sit on the bleachers. While he taught and made the boys all sweat and put their bodies through torturous activities, also known as 'exercise'.
Angel made her way through the sea of bad stares, whispers, and some blatant pointing and laughter her generous peers provided her with. Apparently it was appropriate to pick on her because she wasn't like anything they had come to know.
The talk both behind her back and to her face didn't affect her in the way they thought it did. Yes, she did admit that on some level it hurt just like it would any human. But it had been happening for so many years that her skin had toughen and gotten used to there verbal blows.
Angel pushed open the blue metal door of the locker room a little too hard causing it to hit the brick wall with a slam. All the half naked girls looked up with fright; their eyes seemed to burn holes into her skin.
She didn't say anything or meet any of their stares as she made her way to her locker. Turning the lock three times she entered her combination and opened up her locker getting out her clean gym clothes. (Sure she hadn't washed them since the beginning of the semester but they were still clean.)
As Angel was stripping herself of her black tank top a cold voice rang out in the quite locker room. "What a disgusting body. If I had those Love Handles I would never take off my shirt in public." She pretended to shiver and her friends-along with the entire locker room- erupted in laughter.
Angel didn't have to turn around to know who was behind her…
A name equal to that of any demon's.
Jamie-Lynn was not only blonde and big breasted but she and her boyfriend were 'Mr. and Ms. President' of the Student Government. Making her not only 'perfect' in the eyes of her peers but it also meant that everyone followed her lead.
With that said it was obvious to note that she and Angel hated each other.
Ms. Perfect and The Freak.
The girls that were her friends aren't important, so they will be referred to as Yes-Girls number- whatever. In essence that's all that those girls were, kept women that followed Jamie-Lynn wherever she went like lost puppies. Agreeing with whatever came out of her mouth and making sure she looked a hundred percent gorgeous at all times.
"What do you think girls?"
Angel looked over her shoulder to see the girl's turning their noses up in the air.
"Disgusting," stated Yes-Girl number two.
"Horrid," stated Yes-Girl number one, causing both Jamie-Lynn and Yes-Girl number two to glare at her. "I… mean disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."
Jamie-Lynn smiled with a note of her superior attitude etched into her very being. She thought that could crush Angel with just a simple word.
While Angel took this all in with a roll of her eyes, 'Such fuckin' clones. They even have to use the same word or all hell breaks lose.'
She had no idea what pain was, but Angel was about to show her.
Whirling around Angel raised her fist up and punched Jamie-Lynn in the face. With a scream she fell on the ground clutching her delicate face. Everything went into stand still, all the girls were in complete shock and were not sure what they had saw had really happened. All movements were made in jaw drops, eyes blinking, and throat constriction. With the exception of Angel who was shaking her hand while smiling.
It only took them all a few seconds before they over came the shock and in a collective force attacked Angel. She tried to defend herself, punching each piece of flesh that came into contact with her. But with every punch came another ten fists directed at her.
Blood seemed to flow from her mouth like a fountain as the beating continued.
Angel found herself being thrown onto the concrete floor were the ends of their shoes awaited her. Her vision became blurry as the blows came to her head. She tried to cover it up but it didn't help any. Soon she found herself floating between conscious and unconscious.
Her body became numb.
"STOP!" A voice she could hardly recognize now was heard. The blows did stop as the crowd parted reviling a bleeding Jamie-Lynn. She stepped towards Angel and her insides fidgeted not sure what she was going to do with her. For the first time in Angel's life she felt helpless.
Jamie-Lynn raised her leg up and kicked her in the face causing her head to tumble back and hit the locker. Within moments her vision blacken as she pasted out.
Hulking up the vilest goober that she could, she spit on her unconscious body, followed shortly by the surrounding girls.
"Freak," she spoke as she and the others turned around and headed out to the gym, turning off the lights on their way out.
Leaving Angel alone in the now dark locker room, lying in a forming puddle of her own blood.
I could say that this is the end of that would be evil… no there is more left. I started this my freshman year of High School when all I knew was that I was different from the rest of children inside every single one of my classrooms. Back when all I knew was that I liked dressing in only black, that I was constantly crying and no one could understand me.
Even though those were the worst years of my life, they helped to develop who I am as a person and without all the pain that I went through I would never have picked up a pen to start writing.
If you haven't guessed this is the first story I ever wrote… (though it was revised because of bad grammar.)
I hope that you enjoyed it.