Solomon' Daughters

Chapter 11

“I got it in a fight,” he hedged.

“Who were you fighting John? Why were you fighting him?”

“I was fighting her brother,” he replied gesturing to Liz, who was now standing a couple inches

behind Sar-Rah watching the exchange in amusement. He tried to completely ignore the second question.

“I asked why you fighting him John,” Sar-Rah asked in that flat, cold voice.

“He was interfering in our fun,” John said his eyes flicking to the people around them. He was

beginning to regret approaching them surrounded by so many people intending to humiliate Liz.

“So you find it fun to sexually assault woman John,” she asked and mutters went through the

crowd as more than just Sar-Rah waited for his answers.

“We weren’t assaulting them, we were just playing around.”

“They weren’t having fun John, only you were. If her brother hadn’t been there how far would

your “fun” have gone John? Are you a r****t at heart John?”

John’s face blanched at her question and mutters where constantly running through the crowd

now. He saw disgust on the faces of most of the guys and fear and revulsion on some of the girls.

“I am not a r****t you stupid b***h,” he hissed his reply at her.

“You “fought” her brother eight on one for interfering in the s****l harassment of three teenage

age girls and you still got your nose broken and your face pounded in till you fell unconscious didn’t you

John? Had to have your buddies carry you away cause a boy with a broken arm kicked the s**t out of you,

didn’t you John?”

“Stop saying my name like that b***h, it was not assault,” he spit his reply as he saw the crowd

nearest to him putting space between him and them not wanting to be accidently associated with him.

“Sure it was John. They said no, but you didn’t listen and you touched them in a s****l manner

after it was obvious they didn’t want your filthy hand on them didn’t you John? So taking into account your

actions and your hideous visage I have to say, no I do not wish to get to know you better. I think I know you

quite well enough and it saddens me that a human being like you walks the earth and breathes the same air

as me. So scurry back to whatever hole that spawned your foul existence and let us pass.”

Her words enraged him and he reached for her. His reach for her stopped however when

someone cleared their throat behind him. He lowered his hand and slowly turned to face the principal.

“Is there a problem here Mr. Sloan,” Ms. Yearling the principal asked. She looked down her nose

at the boy, face pleasantly blank but you could tell from her voice she disliked the boy. At six feet tall long

blonde hair, a toned gymnast’s body, her breasts no more than a handful and the blue ice chips that were her

eyes she made a very intimidating sight. She looked like some ancient sss warrior woman dressed in

dress pants and a silk blouse staring down at the boy as if trying to push him from existence by the force of

her will.

As John turned to her he raised his hands in the universal sign of surrender and put an innocent

expression on his face.

“No Ms. Yearling no problem at all I was just welcoming the new student and saying hello to my

friend Elizabeth.”

“That is a lie,” Sar-Rah said as she refuted his words immediately.

“He came over here to try and publically humiliate Liz with his less than stunning wit and to hit on

me,” she fumbled at the slang but picked up her speech at Liz’s nod that she got it right.

“Also this foul creature is no friend of Liz’s and I have twice asked him to move from out of the

way of the door so we could get to the office. The first time more politely then the second and both times was

ignored.”

His face darkening in embarrassment and anger as her harangue came to end he lowered his

raised hands. As he opened his mouth to deny the accusations the principal cut him off.

“Mr. Sloan, do not bother to deny it. I was close enough to the door to hear the whole altercation,

you have detention after school today now get to class or it will be all week.”

He gave Sar-Rah and Liz and murderous look and then stomped off down the hall without

looking back. With a sigh, her face softening slightly, the principal turned the two girls after watching till he

disappeared around a corner.

“Liz, aren’t you supposed to be in Calculus in two minutes,” she said looking down at her watch.

“Yes, ma’am I was just bringing Sar-Rah to the office to register for classes she is transferring in.

Now that you’re here I’ll leave it to you and get to class. See you later Sar-Rah,” she said and ran off to class

trying to get there before the bell.

“Well Sar-Rah, let’s see about getting you set up,” Ms. Yearling turned around and taking three

long strides Sar-Rah had to practically run to keep up with she pulled open the office door and ushered her in.

“This is Ms. White, Jen this is Sar-Rah she is apparently a new transfer student.”

“Nice to meet you Ms. White,” Sar-Rah stuck out her hand to shake with the elderly woman

across the counter. True to her name her hair was all white, she had on a friendly smile and it was obvious

this was her natural expression from the deep laugh lines around her eyes. The woman took Sar-Rah hand in

a firm two handed grasp with her bright smile.

“It’s my pleasure dear, but call me Jen everyone does,” Jen said.

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you Jen,” Sarah replied returning her smile.

“Alright Sar-Rah where are your parents so they can fill out your paper work,” Jen asked.

“No parents, here you go Jen,” Sar-Rah said handing the elderly receptionist her birth certificate,

transcripts, and court papers legally declaring her an adult.

With a slight frown Ms. Yearling moved around the counter to read the papers over Jen’s

shoulder. Jen read for a few minutes with the principal looking over her shoulder reading along then shuffled

through the papers making sure she had everything she would need to put Sar-Rah into the system.

“That’s good dear with all of these I can fill out the paper work for you I just need to know the

address of where you are staying and I have you in class in half an hour.”

“Sure, my current address is 13 Witching St.,” Sar-Rah told her still smiling.

“13 Witching St. that is where Liz Caine and Anthony Caine live isn’t it,” Jen asked as she input

Sar-Rah’s info into the computer his fingers flying across the keyboard.

“Yes.”

“Are you related to them,” Jen asked just keeping up small talk while she typed from habit.

“Sort of.”

“How can you be sort of related to someone,” she asked only half paying attention while the

principal was watching what she did also only half listening to the girls reply.

“Well I’m sort of related to Liz cause her big brother Anthony is my fiancée.”

Jens hands froze as both hers and the principal’s heads snapped to look at Sar-Rah in surprise

and shock. You could have heard a pin hit the carpet it was so silent for a second.

“F-fiancee, dear your only…,” she started while looking through the papers for Sar-Rah certificate.

“I am fifteen years old.”

“You can’t get married at fifteen years old,” Ms. Yearling stated has if her statement of the fact

made it law.

“Well, actually if I remember the laws correctly at fifteen, I can with a parent or guardians consent

and since I am my own keeper I give myself consent to get married.”

“When exactly are you getting married dear,” Jen asked as Ms. Yearling stood her mouth

opening and closing, in a way very much like a fish, while she tried to come up with something to say.

“We haven’t set a date yet he only asked me two days ago.”

“That’s nice dear,” Jen replied and went back to inputting the girl’s info. She had seen the

amusement on the girls face at their reaction to her statement. She suppressed her own desire to giggle at

the small strangling noises coming from the woman behind her. She had never seen Patricia Yearling so

thrown off balance since the woman had taken the place of the last principal; it was actually quite amusing

that the fifteen year old girl across the table with a mischievous grin on her face was more composed than

both of them.