St.Luke's

The weekend passed and Anna did not leave her room for the entire rest of Sunday. She studied and did homework and attempted to write an email to her family. She stared at the blinking screen that said ‘Dear Family,’. After another twenty minutes she gave up and shut down her computer. On her way down to dinner she saw a crowd around the notice board. The dinner bell chimed and the crowd cleared. She walked up slowly and saw a large poster on the board.

‘Attention all Students
Parents day will be next Saturday, October 23. Your parents have
their invitations already been received and responded to. The day will last
From noon until Five pm. They will be able to meet your teachers and
The Headmaster, Mr. Wise.

Thank you
Jason Wise Headmaster
Ellen Collins Secretary.’

‘Great.’ she heaved a sigh and headed out behind the crowd toward the dinning hall. She kept her pace slow and rather tedious. She avoided all conversations and eye contact and just wandered around and let her thoughts trace around the last month. She was in an empty hall when she noticed that footsteps were coordinate themselves with hers. ‘Not today.’ she prayed ‘Any other day, but can’t I just have one day off from this hell?’

She stopped dead and turned around. “What?” she rolled her eyes. “You have been following me for the past two corridors. What do you want? Or why are you following me?”

“We’ll aren’t you a rude little thing?” her scowl deepened. “Manners child or else Auntie Imani is going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“What are you going to teach me,” it was Anna’s turn to smirk “how to be a whore and back again?”

“You little. . .”

“Bitch?” Anna really wasn’t in the mood for this “Is that what you were going to say Mani? Cause contrary to your belief, I have been told otherwise.” her tone grew serious. She wore a down to business face and continued “Alex isn’t with you and whatever you have heard about him and me, forget it. Or don’t but I would prefer it if you stopped stalking me.”

Imani was not so smug now that she had been out talked by someone, a lower classman no less. She bared her inch long talons and took a swing at the younger girl. She missed but recovered quite nicely by yanking hard on her arm. A vicious growl escaped her and she wrestled Anna to the ground, clawing at her the whole way down.

“Don’t you ever,” she half panted and half growled “ever,” she felt skin scrape under her nails “tell me what to do again.” she continued to wail at the helpless girl with an open palm.

Anna couldn’t fight back with her hands. They were pinned under either of Imani’s knees. ‘Wait a minute.’ her mind registered. In one swift motion she kicked Imani off her and into a wall. She landed hard against the wall but managed not to hit her head. ‘Damn she’s got a bony butt. That really hurt.’ the throbbing in her foot subsided.

She jumped up and rushed at her. Lunging and snarling the way down. Anna grabbed her throat and smirked evilly “This,” she panted squeezing her throat as her evil smile deepened “isn’t” she squeezed harder and stared right into her eyes “over” She thought of something better than any revenge. “Bitch.” splat. Anna had spit in her face along the trails of blood she had made trying to get Imani off of her.

Imani collapsed against the wall and slumped down not bothering to wipe away the blood or saliva. As Anna walked away Imani said so quietly that she didn’t even know she had spoken them out loud “You’re right. Its on now.”

Anna walked down to breakfast and was greeted with odd stares. She sat down with the usual ‘friends.’ and began to make a plate for herself. “Mmm muffins.” she said.

“Hey Anna,” one of her girl friends, Meg said.

“Yeah?”

“Your bleeding.” she touched the side of her neck to indicate where.

“Really?” immediately Anna reached up and touched her neck to the indicated spot and found that a sticky liquid was indeed dripping . Anna shrugged and held a napkin to it with one hand and continued to eat her muffin with the other.

“Maybe you should go see the nurse.” a curly blonde named Claire suggested.

“I’m fine. Would you guys stop worrying. You’ll get yourselves worked up for nothing..” she finished her muffin and headed back up to her room. She had to get her stuff ready for school. She glanced in a mirror on her way in and stopped.

Touching her neck again she mumbled to her reflection “I need a band aid.”

Though she would never admit it out loud the cut hurt like hell. It was like she had fire in the shallow cuts. She grabbed up her stuff out of her dorm and went back into the bathroom. She bandaged up her battle wounds and headed for class.

Her first period was English. She hated English History. A bunch of old guys that wrote ‘the classics of our time.’ as Professor Collins put it. They had written formal paragraphs and were continuing into formal papers and creative writing. Professor Collins was a tall bleach blonde woman, who in her youth, had acquired too much sun. The woman insisted on calling Anna’s class ‘gang’. Collins saw herself as cool, but was more of a joke than anything else. The most unfortunate event of the class was having the tormenting evil, Aaron Wilson as the teacher’s assistant.

Anna walked into the room and took her usual seat in the very back and sat in awe of how boring English could be. She was staring into space when she vaguely heard her professor say something about their tests and essays on The Crucible (A/N: Arthur Miller. Come on people, it’s a really good play.) being handed back to them. Anna’s head shot up and she looked around at the assistant.

She watched him as a hawk would its next meal. her glare intensified, if it were at all possible, when he looked up at her and winked. She scowled at him and he very discretely stuck his tongue out at her in a sexual way. She almost gagged. He was slowly making his way up to her desk in the back and taking his time tormenting her with snide glances and silent kisses being thrown her way. It took all of her energy not to throttle him in front of her professor and the class. Many of her female classmates were giving her inquzzative looks or looking like they would very much like to strangle her.

When he finally reached her he gingerly handed back the packet. Anna’s mouth dropped open when she saw a red letter ‘F’ on the front. She looked up and gaped at Aaron. “What in the name. . .”

“Like that huh?” he bent and purred into her ear. “That’s what you get Anna Banana.”

She didn’t only want to throttle him at that point, but castrate him and make him pay so dearly for tampering with her grades. “You bastard.” she exploded standing up and throwing her chair back. “You self righteous son of a bitch.” the entire class was watching them, but neither of them seemed to have noticed the silence that had taken over the room. Since the fight with Imani, Anna had been begging for a chance to let someone have it.

“Miss Vaughn that is quite enough.” Professor Collins said to her dismay Aaron intervened and chose to ignore her.

“No, let her talk Professor. Let the little lady have her say.” he sneered through the words.

“You want me to talk?” she cackled as if he had made a joke “Lets talk about how you ra. . .” there was a sting across the same cheek that Imani had violated earlier. All stages of reason were lost. A ball of white hot anger was sent at him in the form of a fist that had been ready to pummel the next person who crossed her path. She connected squarely with his nose and kept going, not letting a single blow waver. The class was crowding around her and she could see the guys cheering and the girls screaming for her to stop. Anna had no prospect of the time that she was allowed to continue.

When a pair of arms finally found their way through the crowd she was still pounding on him. The arms tugged and pulled her away but not before she in a single kick. It had been aimed solely at his groin but had hit the soft flesh of his stomach instead. Spitting blood and struggling for one more round the arms dragged her out of the classroom and into the hall.

“Let go damn it.” she spat at the person still holding her.

“Are you going to try anything?”

“Would I tell you if I was?”

“Will you?”

“No.” the arms released her and she stumbled forward. She slumped against the wall and slid into a sitting position. The door opened and Aaron staggered out with a bloody nose, several claw marks, and bruising cheeks. (A/N: his face!) He glowered at her a moment and continued his way to the hospital halls.

“That was not wise of you.”

“So fucking what? I want out of this damn place as soon as I damn well can.” she spat again.

“We will not let you go Miss Vaughn. You are a value to the school’s academics and we don’t wish to loose you.”

Anna’s head shot up and she was on her feet even faster. “Fine.” she challenged “Try and get me to stay. I can guarantee that my parents will wish whatever is best for me.” she smirked then not even bothering to cower or address him with any respect.

“Detention Miss Vaughn.” the headmaster said in a warning tone though his eyes sparkled. “ My office tomorrow right after dinner. Be on time and don’t forget to bring your listening ears.”


A/N: I was kind of going for a bit of humor in this chapter but it turned out really violent. Iguess its because the guy who Aaron is based off of is being a total ass hole but whatever. Hope you liked. I\'ll update soon. . . I hope!