~Chapter 1-Part 4~
Chapter 1-part 4
“What’s the matter little Ioni? Did you hurt yourself? Being such a klutz isn’t very attractive!” the young girl yelled to Ionia.
The murmurs grew louder, a couple of snickers and laughs could be heard but mainly gasps.
“Why’d you do that Milan?” a short red haired girl asked.
“Shut it Jenny!” Milan yelled at the girl, her eyes were cold with hate.
The young girl slinked back, her eyes filled with hurt and sad emotion. Ionia’s head popped up out of the bushes and her face was flushed with anger.
“Back off MILAN!!!”, Ionia screamed as she stood up. Her legs were covered with scratches and her right cheek was bleeding. Her hair was standing on end and her green eyes were glowing like a cats.
“Listen, little girl, you’d do good to shut your mouth and keep it shut!” Milan replied as she advanced towards Ionia.
The two girls were only about 11 feet apart but it didn’t seem far enough. The tension in the air was mounting and the two girls looked like female tigers, ferocious and dangerous, ready to fight and pounce on each other at any given minute. The two girls stepped closer to each other, both were on the verge of fighting. A strong voice could be heard coming from the school and a teacher came running over. He was an older man, mid 30’s with blonde hair and brown eyes; he was dressed in black and gold sweats with a circle on them.
“What the hell is going on here?!!” he yelled as he looked at the two girls.
“Why nothing, Coach Yamasaki! We were just having some girl talk!” Milan said in a sweet sugar-coated tone. She fluttered her lashes and put on an innocent look.
“I really don’t care for your excuses, nor your innocent look Ms. Holsten. Just shut up and get to class. ALL OF YOU!” he screamed.
The teens grabbed their stuff and headed inside, the bell rang and they all picked up their pace; they didn’t want to be late for first, let alone be late on the first day back. Ionia walked back to the bushes and picked up her bike. She grabbed her bag, which had also flown off the bike, and began walking towards the bike paddock.
“And you! You shouldn’t be causing so much trouble! Not including the fact that you could’ve hurt someone or damaged the school. Watch where your going, now get your a** to your class!” he yelled and walked off.
Tears glimmered in Ionia’s eyes as she locked up her bike. She wiped them away, grabbed her bag and ran off to her first period. Ionia hurried up the stairs and rushed into her 1st period class; the bell rang and the students got comfortable in their desks. Ionia put her bag under her desk and unzipped it. She pulled out her English notebook and pencil and set them on her desk; a small ‘psst’ could be heard off from her right. Ionia turned her head and saw the origin of the ‘psst’ and smiled. Her friend Ame smiled and winked at her; her dark brown hair was highlighted and streaked with bright neon blue.
The classroom door opened to reveal a young woman wearing a black pinstripe suit.
“Alright class, settle down, I know you’re about as happy to be here as I am but try to contain your enthusiasm.”, she said and set her briefcase on her desk. The young woman was Ms. Wheel, 11th grade English teacher and drama instructor extraordinaire. Her fiery red hair was styled in a retro swish and her beautiful brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of pearl colored glasses. Ms. Wheel took off her jacket and put it on her chair, revealing a very modern and Picasso blouse.
“Okay, now then. I know that you all are just so ecstatic to be here! As such, your going to adore my present for you!” she said as she stood behind her podium.
A murmur of groans and moans waved throughout the room and Ms. Wheel’s eyes glimmered. “Oh yes, that’s right it is your favorite project! A 2000 word essay, including a title page, of your New Year’s break!” she replied. The groans grew louder and the melancholic and stoic faces were now replaced with distraught and horror struck expressions. Ionia, however, was only slightly dismayed at the thought of having to write a essay.
“Now then, I’ll let you all get started on it! You can converse amongst yourselves but I better see some pencil action going on!” Ms. Wheel said as she sat down at her desk and pulled out a book.
The students moved around and sat near their friends; the room soon filled with a mixture of voices and stories, laughter and sympathetic ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’. Ionia opened her notebook and started to write when a large black and purple notebook was slammed down on her page.
“Dang girl, do you ever just blow an assignment off?” Ame said and pulled up a chair in front of her desk.
Ionia looked up at her friend and gazed at her hair. She couldn’t help but smile about the color that it was; Ame was always coming up with different ideas and fashions and Ionia couldn’t help but wonder how she came up with some of the things she did.
“Blowing off and assignment would mean that my grade would go down. Not including the fact that I would have a guilty conscious and beat my self up for it! Nice hair by the way!” Ionia responded and laughed.
Ame sat down and stuck her tongue out at Ionia, “Boo! No fun, you and your conscious. Why don’t you just get rid of it, like I did? Thanks I like my hair, nice and crazy.” she said and put her notebook in her lap. She pinned her hair back and leaned back in her chair.
“So, what took you so long to get here this morning? You woke up late again didn’t you?” Ame asked as she stretched in her chair.
Ionia looked at Ame and she laughed nervously (sweat drop appears on her head), “Um, well-uh, yea.” she replied as she put her head on her desk.
Ame laughed at her and nearly fell back from laughing so hard,
“I should’ve known, why am I-ahaha- not surprised!”
Ionia looked up at her and gave her a playful glare, she grabbed her pencil and began writing. “You’re a big meaner!!!” she said as she wrote on her page.
“Oh, c’mon I was kidding. Anyway, how was your break? Did your mom come home for Christmas?” Ame asked as her face suddenly became serious.
Ame cared for Ionia deeply, as much as family. She hated the idea of Ionia being alone on any holiday, and that Ionia had to live alone. She understood that Ionia’s mother was very busy but she never understood why Ionia didn’t get a private tutor and travel with her mother.
“Yeah! She came home for 3 days, Christmas Eve, Christmas and the Day after Christmas! She called me on New Year’s to wish me a Happy New Year, guess where she spent it at? Jerusalem! She was arranging a party for the prime minister’s niece. It was great! What about you Ame?” Ionia asked as she smiled and propped her head on her hands.
Ame smiled at her and was about to answer when a silver blur flew past her and hit Ionia in the face. It made perfect contact and Ionia clutched her face. Ame’s eyes flared with anger, “HEY! WHO THREW THAT!” she asked as she stood up and glared around. Ms. Wheel stood up and scanned the room until the group caught her eye. Ms. Wheel marched over to the group and smacked a young girl upside the head.
“What was that for? I didn’t do anything!” the girl cried, she turned and faced Ms. Wheel.
“Well that’s not what I can tell Milan Holsten!!! That is not permitted at the school, get your a** out in the hall! I’ll be out there in a moment!” Ms. Wheel screamed and pointed to the door.
Milan stormed out of the classroom and slammed the door; Ms. Wheel walked over towards Ionia and Ame put her hand on Ionia’s shoulder.
“Ionia, are you all right? Do you need to go to the nurse?” Ms. Wheel asked as she pet her shoulder comfortingly.
Ionia rubbed her face and looked up at her teacher with a smile, “Oh, don’t worry I’m perfectly fine! Didn’t hurt a bit just startled me that’s all!” she replied. Although a smile played on her face, Ionia’s cheeks were flushed and an outline of the pencil case that hit her could be seen.
Ms. Wheel looked at her skeptically and nodded. She patted her back and went back to her desk, “Back to work!”
Ame sat back down and pet Ionia’s head protectively. She continually asked Ionia if she was okay and was always responded with a ‘yeah’ or ‘stop worrying’. Ame gave her a hug and started on her essay. Ionia forced another smile and looked out the window, out into the crystal blue sky. Her heart ached and thumped with sadness and sorrow but she pushed it aside; she had always been treated like this by Milan and others but she just ignored it.
The murmurs grew louder, a couple of snickers and laughs could be heard but mainly gasps.
“Why’d you do that Milan?” a short red haired girl asked.
“Shut it Jenny!” Milan yelled at the girl, her eyes were cold with hate.
The young girl slinked back, her eyes filled with hurt and sad emotion. Ionia’s head popped up out of the bushes and her face was flushed with anger.
“Back off MILAN!!!”, Ionia screamed as she stood up. Her legs were covered with scratches and her right cheek was bleeding. Her hair was standing on end and her green eyes were glowing like a cats.
“Listen, little girl, you’d do good to shut your mouth and keep it shut!” Milan replied as she advanced towards Ionia.
The two girls were only about 11 feet apart but it didn’t seem far enough. The tension in the air was mounting and the two girls looked like female tigers, ferocious and dangerous, ready to fight and pounce on each other at any given minute. The two girls stepped closer to each other, both were on the verge of fighting. A strong voice could be heard coming from the school and a teacher came running over. He was an older man, mid 30’s with blonde hair and brown eyes; he was dressed in black and gold sweats with a circle on them.
“What the hell is going on here?!!” he yelled as he looked at the two girls.
“Why nothing, Coach Yamasaki! We were just having some girl talk!” Milan said in a sweet sugar-coated tone. She fluttered her lashes and put on an innocent look.
“I really don’t care for your excuses, nor your innocent look Ms. Holsten. Just shut up and get to class. ALL OF YOU!” he screamed.
The teens grabbed their stuff and headed inside, the bell rang and they all picked up their pace; they didn’t want to be late for first, let alone be late on the first day back. Ionia walked back to the bushes and picked up her bike. She grabbed her bag, which had also flown off the bike, and began walking towards the bike paddock.
“And you! You shouldn’t be causing so much trouble! Not including the fact that you could’ve hurt someone or damaged the school. Watch where your going, now get your a** to your class!” he yelled and walked off.
Tears glimmered in Ionia’s eyes as she locked up her bike. She wiped them away, grabbed her bag and ran off to her first period. Ionia hurried up the stairs and rushed into her 1st period class; the bell rang and the students got comfortable in their desks. Ionia put her bag under her desk and unzipped it. She pulled out her English notebook and pencil and set them on her desk; a small ‘psst’ could be heard off from her right. Ionia turned her head and saw the origin of the ‘psst’ and smiled. Her friend Ame smiled and winked at her; her dark brown hair was highlighted and streaked with bright neon blue.
The classroom door opened to reveal a young woman wearing a black pinstripe suit.
“Alright class, settle down, I know you’re about as happy to be here as I am but try to contain your enthusiasm.”, she said and set her briefcase on her desk. The young woman was Ms. Wheel, 11th grade English teacher and drama instructor extraordinaire. Her fiery red hair was styled in a retro swish and her beautiful brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of pearl colored glasses. Ms. Wheel took off her jacket and put it on her chair, revealing a very modern and Picasso blouse.
“Okay, now then. I know that you all are just so ecstatic to be here! As such, your going to adore my present for you!” she said as she stood behind her podium.
A murmur of groans and moans waved throughout the room and Ms. Wheel’s eyes glimmered. “Oh yes, that’s right it is your favorite project! A 2000 word essay, including a title page, of your New Year’s break!” she replied. The groans grew louder and the melancholic and stoic faces were now replaced with distraught and horror struck expressions. Ionia, however, was only slightly dismayed at the thought of having to write a essay.
“Now then, I’ll let you all get started on it! You can converse amongst yourselves but I better see some pencil action going on!” Ms. Wheel said as she sat down at her desk and pulled out a book.
The students moved around and sat near their friends; the room soon filled with a mixture of voices and stories, laughter and sympathetic ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’. Ionia opened her notebook and started to write when a large black and purple notebook was slammed down on her page.
“Dang girl, do you ever just blow an assignment off?” Ame said and pulled up a chair in front of her desk.
Ionia looked up at her friend and gazed at her hair. She couldn’t help but smile about the color that it was; Ame was always coming up with different ideas and fashions and Ionia couldn’t help but wonder how she came up with some of the things she did.
“Blowing off and assignment would mean that my grade would go down. Not including the fact that I would have a guilty conscious and beat my self up for it! Nice hair by the way!” Ionia responded and laughed.
Ame sat down and stuck her tongue out at Ionia, “Boo! No fun, you and your conscious. Why don’t you just get rid of it, like I did? Thanks I like my hair, nice and crazy.” she said and put her notebook in her lap. She pinned her hair back and leaned back in her chair.
“So, what took you so long to get here this morning? You woke up late again didn’t you?” Ame asked as she stretched in her chair.
Ionia looked at Ame and she laughed nervously (sweat drop appears on her head), “Um, well-uh, yea.” she replied as she put her head on her desk.
Ame laughed at her and nearly fell back from laughing so hard,
“I should’ve known, why am I-ahaha- not surprised!”
Ionia looked up at her and gave her a playful glare, she grabbed her pencil and began writing. “You’re a big meaner!!!” she said as she wrote on her page.
“Oh, c’mon I was kidding. Anyway, how was your break? Did your mom come home for Christmas?” Ame asked as her face suddenly became serious.
Ame cared for Ionia deeply, as much as family. She hated the idea of Ionia being alone on any holiday, and that Ionia had to live alone. She understood that Ionia’s mother was very busy but she never understood why Ionia didn’t get a private tutor and travel with her mother.
“Yeah! She came home for 3 days, Christmas Eve, Christmas and the Day after Christmas! She called me on New Year’s to wish me a Happy New Year, guess where she spent it at? Jerusalem! She was arranging a party for the prime minister’s niece. It was great! What about you Ame?” Ionia asked as she smiled and propped her head on her hands.
Ame smiled at her and was about to answer when a silver blur flew past her and hit Ionia in the face. It made perfect contact and Ionia clutched her face. Ame’s eyes flared with anger, “HEY! WHO THREW THAT!” she asked as she stood up and glared around. Ms. Wheel stood up and scanned the room until the group caught her eye. Ms. Wheel marched over to the group and smacked a young girl upside the head.
“What was that for? I didn’t do anything!” the girl cried, she turned and faced Ms. Wheel.
“Well that’s not what I can tell Milan Holsten!!! That is not permitted at the school, get your a** out in the hall! I’ll be out there in a moment!” Ms. Wheel screamed and pointed to the door.
Milan stormed out of the classroom and slammed the door; Ms. Wheel walked over towards Ionia and Ame put her hand on Ionia’s shoulder.
“Ionia, are you all right? Do you need to go to the nurse?” Ms. Wheel asked as she pet her shoulder comfortingly.
Ionia rubbed her face and looked up at her teacher with a smile, “Oh, don’t worry I’m perfectly fine! Didn’t hurt a bit just startled me that’s all!” she replied. Although a smile played on her face, Ionia’s cheeks were flushed and an outline of the pencil case that hit her could be seen.
Ms. Wheel looked at her skeptically and nodded. She patted her back and went back to her desk, “Back to work!”
Ame sat back down and pet Ionia’s head protectively. She continually asked Ionia if she was okay and was always responded with a ‘yeah’ or ‘stop worrying’. Ame gave her a hug and started on her essay. Ionia forced another smile and looked out the window, out into the crystal blue sky. Her heart ached and thumped with sadness and sorrow but she pushed it aside; she had always been treated like this by Milan and others but she just ignored it.
