Taking charge D-51

Chapter six

Blinded by rage and and a storming desire for answers, I stormed through the hallways, making my way to Shirley’s classroom to kill her…… Okay maybe not that extreme but she was going to be sorry when I was done with her.

As I burst through the door, all eyes turned towards me, even Dylan’s curious eyes fell on mine and I could feel them questioning my intentions. Turning away, I paid no attention to any of them or their loud whispers as I focused solely on Shirley, who sat at her desk with a smug expression on her face.

I wanted to slap that smile off her stupid face

“Why did you do it?” I ask standing in front of her desk, caging her in

“What are you talking about?” She asks feigning ignorance

“I said why did you do it? Why did you sabotage me? Were you too scared to face me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Vivian. You’re just being a sore loser because you know I beat you this time” she answers, her eyes wide with mock surprise

Her words pissed me off and ignited a fire deep within me. How could she be so callous and heartless? Without thinking, I lunged towards her, my hands grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it as hard as I could manage. My hands grasped at her shoulders in a fit of rage as I dragged her to the ground and got on top of her. Her façade of earlier crumbled and was replaced by fear and shock

“Get off me, You psycho” she screeched, drawing the attention of nearby students who crowded the door entrance

“Shut up” I scream back, punching her in the face, once, twice, three times, till all I could see was red. She brought this on herself, testing my patience all this time. I was never pro violence, but I think I could understand people who solved their problems with their fist. The adrenaline high that came with it, the satisfying scream of terror from the receiving end, the exhilarating feeling of dominance in that moment-knowing you hold that persons life in your hands and that they know it too was the best part.

Shirley’s cries must have drawn the teachers attention because before I knew it, I was being pulled away from Shirley, my grip loosened by the firm hands of the teachers and In my hands were shreds of blonde hair that I believed belonged to Shirley.

Looking around I noticed that there were even more onlookers than before, Shirley was a bloody and swollen mess being dragged out probably to the nurses office by Dylan who was watching me with a terrified expression clouding his face.

As I was being dragged out from the classroom, I couldn’t get the expression on his face out of my mind. Laying my hands on my chest, I could feel it pounding with a mix of guilt and regret as I was dragged all the way to the principals office with that solemn look on my face.

Sitting in the principals office as she literally screamed at me for my actions earlier was annoying. I zoned in and out of her lecture so I couldn’t tell you the words that were used exactly. all I could remember was her saying I was suspended for two weeks. Usually I would argue and fight but I just stayed quiet and accepted her decision because nothing mattered anymore and as if getting scolded by the principal wasn’t enough, she called my parents too.

“We raised you better than this, Vivian” My dads voice is carried through the air and into my ears

“Violence is never the answer” My mum added, her voice laced with disappointment

“You’ve changed so much, I don’t even know you anymore” they were definitely tag teaming now

“We already went through so much convincing the board to cover the drug issue and you go and do this?What would they think of us? That we do not know how to train our child?” I guess it was Mum’s turn again

“There has to be consequences to your actions. You have embarrassed both me and your mother and now we have to apologize to the Clark’s” dad ended on that note

I tried to defend myself, maybe not too enthusiastically, but I still tried nonetheless. What could I say though? They never even asked me about the drug issue and just assumed I had done it and tried to cover it up immediately, They also never asked why I beat up Shirley and just apologized to the principal instead. Crazy right? They were my parents and yet they hardly knew me.They did make sure to send cards for my birthdays and to attend public events like award ceremonies.They also sent presents to celebrate my achievements and tried to make time for family activities when they could so I couldn’t exactly complain. Complaining would make me ungrateful right?

They had never scolded me before, so it’s no surprise they had to huddle up and have a meeting to decide my punishment.

“So we’ve decided no phones, no Tv, no outings and no contact with the outside world during the time of your suspension. You use that time to meditate and reflect on your actions” My dad says with a stern expression on his face.

“What, Two weeks without a phone is like a death sentence to a teenager” My mum interjects looking horrified “I read a study recently on the importance of a phone to a teenager and how it was like a second arm to them, you will be shocked by how addicted they are to that thing”

“Really? You should send that to me after this” My dad answers mirroring the look on my mums face. Disappointment overwhelms me when I realized they really knew nothing about me, if they did know me then they would know that this wasn’t a punishment. I never watched Tv, it was a waste of my time that I could use to study, I thought my phone was a distraction so I hardly ever used it except for phone calls and texts and outings ? Contact with the outside world? I had no friends, so I never went anywhere either.

“Maybe one week then?” Dad asks raising his eyebrows

“Yeah I think one week would be fine” mum answers and I smile

“Thank you so much and I’m sorry for disappointing you” I mutter as I retreated to my room seeing the proud looks on their face. I’m sure they were praising themselves for handling this like pro’s

Throwing myself on the bed, I looked up to the ceiling and then my fingers which mum had cleaned and put bandages on. The tears I had been holding back all day muddled up in my throat and threatened to choke me. Alone in my room, I couldn’t help the tears that started to fall slowly from my eyes. I wiped my tears clean and moved to the study table, opened my books and tied my hair up in a messy bun. I still had finals to worry about so I couldn’t allow myself to be all up in my feelings.

I tried and tried to concentrate but nothing worked as the tears fell freely onto the pages of my book. I tried wiping them continuously but they just keep falling, leaving blotches of ink behind and ruining my book.

Only one face was in my head at that moment and it was Dylan’s….. he was probably mad at me but I still wish he was here to comfort me. Since when did I become so reliant?

Even though I hated to admit it, I would do anything to see that stupid smug grin on his face right now. My thoughts are distracted when I hear a sound by my window. Moving closer and looking down I see Dylan in his black hoodie and sweats staring up at me.