This is war
1199 Words
"Dad..." I started to say, but stopped and waited for my dad to answer.
"Yes?" he said looking into my eyes.
"Do you miss mum?" I asked with a weak voice.
"Yes. Why are you asking?" He said a bit confused.
"Because I don"t remember her. I miss her so much." I said and stared at my shoes. "How was she?" I asked trying to remember her like she was and not... dead.
"Like you. Funny... brave... honest... serious when is needed... She was a very nice person." he said with a soft voice. I raised my head and saw him in his face. He looked sad.
Our eyes met and he smiled at me warmly. "Let"s continue." I nodded and shot the target a few times in its heart. "Good. Now in the head." he said and I nodded and did what he said me to do. He smiled me proudly. "Your mom would be so proud of you." He said and kissed my forehead.
***
"Miss Smith!" A voice shouted in my ear and I felt a hand to touch me in the shoulder tightening it.
I screamed and without thinking about it, grabbed the hand while I got up from my seat and flew the person over my head to the floor.
Silence...
I looked around rubbing my eyes...
Shit!
I was in the history class and now the whole class was staring at me weirdly without talking. I looked at the person who was lied in the floor. It was the teacher. Great! I just knocked out the teacher.
The old man was laying on the floor whining lightly rubbing his back.
"Sorry... I..." I started to say and tried to help the poor man to get up but he just pushed me away and ordered a girl to help him to get up. I frowned really pissed off. And glared at the professor.
"Detention! Now!" He shouted and I sighed.
"Whatever!" I said and walked out of the class.
Before I closed the door of the class, I saw Rhydian looking at me with a weird expression in his face.
Great! This couldn"t get better! First I go to the principal"s office, because my gun shot the ceiling accidentally, and now I have to go the detention class for knocking out the professor. Great job on acting normal Dylan. Great job. Seriously! Who is that f*****g dumb agent that would cause so much trouble in just one day? Me!
Fuck!!!
Just calm down!
I sat on the floor and closed my eyes, trying to calm down myself. Of course that I wasn"t going to that detention class. The principal"s office was enough for a day.
The dream ran through my mind again. Dad"s face... his voice... his smile... his warm eyes... I missed him so much! Before I could stop it, a tear escaped from my eye. I wiped it away, staring angry at the floor, like it was it"s fault that a mother fucker killed my dad with a f*****g bullet in his heart.
"Are you okay?" A girl asked and I looked up to find a pretty brunette girl staring at me with pity. She was tall with tan skin. Her eyes had a honey color and her hair was brown and weaved.
"I"m fine." I said and got up. I took my backpack and put it in my back, and walked away.
"You must be Danielle." She asked and I stopped. I turned to her slowly.
"How do you know?" I asked her with a cold tone.
"The incident at the math class." She said and I frowned.
"It wasn"t my fault." I said not understanding why I was explaining that to her.
"That"s not what I heard." She said. From her words, I could say that she was threatening me or something like that, but her tone was soft and she looked more like she wanted to keep the conversation alive than threatening me.
"And what did you hear?" I said walking toward her slowly like a predator and she was my pray. I narrowed my eyes at her and now she looked uncomfortable.
"That you had a gun... and... you wanted to kill..."
"Who?" I said as I was close enough to the girl.
"The teacher." She said swallowing.
"This school is mad." I said and walked away. I heard the girl breathing relieved and I smirked evilly.
***
"Just... Ugh! ... I have... to... get... out... of... this... DRESS!!!!!" I muttered to myself annoyed fisting the dress a couple of times and then let it go furious. I just hated it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
I sat in an empty table in the cafeteria, since it was the lunch break. I was pissed off. I was tired of all of what happened just in the first and second period of this day, and just wanted so bad to punch something or just run. I needed to do it, or I was going to explode. And it was just the beginning of the day. It was just the beginning of the day and I was already mentally killing myself.
Why me!!!!!
Okay... this is called war.
I"m getting mad. I"m declaring war to a dress.
I need to shot on something or I will die.
"Look who is here!" Okay! Kill me now!
I just ignored him and started to eat the disgusting thing in front of me. What the hell is this? It tasted like... shit... or I don"t know. I don"t think if it"s healthy to eat this crap.
"So... you have a gun." He said and I immediately raised my head and stared at him kind of confused.
Why he had to say that? I mean he could start the conversation with whatever else and he started it with "You have a gun?" What kind of joke is this? Where are the cameras? Okay guys! You can come out now.
"No." I said in a cold tone and thought to continue to eat "the thing" but, changed my mind since I didn"t want to get food poisoning.
"You can lie everyone sweetheart, but not me. I could recognize that sound even in the end of the Hell." he said and I raised an eyebrow at him.
"And how can you do that? Do you have any experience with guns?" I asked with a playful tone.
He froze for some seconds, making me suspect for the reason why he reacted like that but then a smirk appeared in his face and I frowned. I was sure I had something in my hand and... puff... it went out of the window in the second he started to smirk.
"Maybe. Why? Do you like bad boys with a gun?" He asked and I glared at him.
This guy really knows how to get into my nerves.
"Yes. If the gun is in his head." I said and got up from my place and walked away.
He got up too, and I felt his hand touching my shoulder.
I turned in my heel and punched Rhydian in his face.
Fuck! Not again.
Fuck these reflexes.
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