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Blood of an Angel (part 3) |
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(part 3!! yay!! lol. hope you like it!)
“Anastasia, come with me,” he said in almost a sigh. We knew each other way too well, and not in too much of a good way.
He turned to go back to the hall and I followed in my familiar spot right beside him. He was rather young, in his mid-twenties, and to tell you the truth, he was rather good-looking. We had an interesting friendship, but he still had to punish me. It was almost as if he had taken the place that my father had left behind.
“You know she deserved it!” I said in a way you would tell a friend.
He just looked at the ground and shook his head with a small smile he couldn’t hold in. I also had a larger smile, knowing he agreed. We walked into his office and I plopped into the seat across from his desk and waited patiently for him to begin talking with a smile on my face. He had lingered at the door and now slowly walked to his chair and sat in it. This was different then his normal, upbeat behavior and it made me slightly worried, my smile slowly faded. He then looked at me, his face showing his sadness and my smile was gone.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up in my chair knowing that my worry was painted across my face.
“Anastasia, first, I want you to know that I tried everything in my power to keep this from happening but…”
“Keep what from happening?!” I exclaimed, too worried to hold it in. I was terrified to hear what he was going to say next, but I had to.
“Anastasia, I’m sorry, but… I am going to have to expel you,” he almost mumbled it, but I heard him clear enough. He kept his eyes on his desk. He knew what school meant to me. It was the only way that I could think of to escape this God forsaken town I called home, but now that was all crashing and burning before my eyes… And what would my mom think?! She was already beginning to think I was worthless…
I jumped up out of my seat, tears welling up in my eyes, and started pacing around the way-too-small office. My thoughts were running at a million miles an hour.
“How am I going to make a life for myself now?! What’s my mom going to think?! Even worse! What is she going to say?! Or do?!” I was going to continue, but I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I broke down crying and basically fell to the floor. I just sat there with my knees to my chest and my forehead on my knees. Then I felt someone’s arms wrap around me and when I looked up, it was the principal sitting right beside me and he held me to his chest. I hugged him back and cried into his chest. Finally, after what had seemed like forever, I pulled away and was done crying. I wiped my cheek and saw my black eyeliner had run all over my face. I smiled and lightly laughed.
“I probably look horrible right now, huh?” I asked with a smile and looked at him. He was kind of smiling too. He then reached up to his desk, handed me a tissue box, and brought his little trash can closer to me. I let out a little laugh and started trying to clean my face.
“You know, I haven’t cried that hard since my father left,” I said still working with the tissues.
“I’m sorry Anastasia, you know I tried. But after six fights in one semester, the head guys wouldn’t let me keep you anymore,” I heard him say.
“It’s cool. I understand,” I replied.
“Yeah,” He then looked at my hands. “Maybe you should clean that up too,” and he motioned toward my right hand, the one that had been used to hit Aleah, and ruin my life as I knew it.
For the first time I actually looked at my hand and saw that the knuckles were bleeding.
“Damn! Did I hit her that hard?!” I exclaimed, my eyes growing wide and a grin spreading across my face.
He then started laughing as I licked a tissue and used it to clean the drying blood off.
 Twiclipse · Fri Aug 08, 2008 @ 07:19pm · 2 Comments |
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