Fan Fiction ❯ Raven ❯ School ( Chapter 9 )

 

I told the administration that my family had just moved which was why I was joining so late in the school year. The lady gave me a list of classes and a parent signature paper. Most of the classes seemed a bit too easy, but I picked out six I thought I could take and forged the signature. As all this happened I kept having to remind myself not to use my powers. For the past weeks I had begun using it without thought, getting a book from my bag, levitating out of bed and whatnot. The only one who saw me was Druggie girl and I don't think she really understood what she saw. Flashing lights, floating objects, and shadow ravens were the norm for whatever she was on.

 

 

 

School. I got there at 7:45; it started at eight. There was a roar of conversation, individual voices indistinguishable in it. The office aid had given me a schedule of classes and teachers. A loud ringing heralded the actual beginning of class. Half the kids began shoving and pushing in one direction or another, the other half stood around and continued talking. I put my head down and made my way to class not meeting anyone's eyes. They all had the eyes of the girls I had murdered.

My first class was English. The teacher was discussing one of Twain's books or something. She was finding some of the motifs, but half the time misconstrued them. I was tempted to correct her, but I along with the rest of the class kept quiet.

My next three classes went the same, with nearly all the students meeting the teachers' questions with silence. Then came lunchtime.

I hadn't realized that we were expected to pay for lunches, but most of the other kids were lining up at the cafeteria, so I went too. I would be needing more funds soon.

Earlier that day I had gotten my books and a locker, but I still carried the books for my last two periods. I went to find somewhere to sit and eat.

 

 

Splat! Something warm and sticky squished against my hair and rolled down to the ground. I turned. Sitting up against the wall were three guys and a girl, all smothering giggles. The guy in the middle had a styro-phome bowl of spaghetti and a spoon in his hands.

Don't kill, don't kill, don't kill, I told myself. I didn't want a repeat of my last school experience. I couldn't let it go though.

WHAM! One of my books shattered into the bricks next to the kid's head. The edge of the book had cracked a piece off. No laughter now. I smiled. Their eyes were wide; just shock.

“Sorry. I seem to have dropped one of my books.” The cafeteria was deathly silent. I knelt down and picked up my book then left. No noise whatsoever.

 

 

The school library was less than half the size of the public library. I chose a place and sat down.

“No food in the library,” I turned and stared at the old lady. Through her thick glasses she stared back. I put my sandwich into my bag. She turned back to her computer and continued typing.

“You shouldn't be so blatant,” a girl across the table told me. She hadn't looked up from her book. I surveyed the library again. Two other girls sitting together, one of them playing with a deck of cards and this one reading. A guy sitting alone at another table flipping through a magazine. He had a leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair. A few girls giggling in a corner. The librarian behind her computer.

“In what?” I asked.

“Humph. We work hard to keep people from noticing our powers. We've got a job to do; don't screw it up for the rest of us.” She turned and went back to her book.

So. I wasn't the only one with powers at this school. “Is that a threat?” I began gathering energy into my hands.

“Don't even think about it.” I began to turn but stopped myself. The girl who had been playing with the cards was standing behind me, one of the cards pressed against my neck. I could feel a single drop of blood dripping down.

“The guy deserved it,” the boy with the leather jacket stood up.

“Yes but--” the girl started to argue. The boy was already moving. A chain had appeared in his hand, a small weight on one side. He launched an arm out and the chain with it. I felt a release of pressure from the card. Somehow he had gotten the chain around her arm, effectively eliminating the threat.

He stood behind the girl now and his voice was cold and hard. “Are you threatening my authority?” As he said it he slowly tightened his pull on chain and the girl was forced a step back so she now stood inches in front of him, her arm that had held the card now pulled tight against her throat.

“N-n-no, of coarse not,” she was trembling. He slid the chain off and stowed it somewhere in his jacket.

“Good.” He motioned to me and we left the library. The librarian hadn't looked up.