The Demons Within Me

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I got called into the principal’s office the next morning, no doubt due to the fact that my mom would have called ahead to make sure I didn’t have to do any strenuous activities… like gym. As I sat down in the all familiar chair I cringed at the tightness of the bandages I applied to keep the swelling from getting too out of hand. Ms Thornrush fixed her green eyes on me and tilted her head slightly as if daring me to speak first. “How can I be of service today Miss?” I asked taking the bait.

“How are you feeling Saige?” I looked away almost blushing

“Better than last night.” I muttered. The look in her eyes almost always disarmed me when it was there. “How much did my mom tell you?”

“Just that you were in the wrong area at the wrong time, and to excuse you from gym.” she replied getting up, “Though the incident in gym class yesterday had all the prestige of someone bent on justice and I wanted to ask you about it.” she walked around to the front of her desk and leaned on it looking at me with her arms folded across her chest. I couldn’t help but notice how well the grey pant-suit she wore today accented her figure instead of hiding it making it a bit more difficult to focus on what she wanted. “Saige.” her tone was warning as I looked up feeling slightly ashamed for ogling her when she wanted an answer for something I did. “Did you have anything to do with the attack on Mr. Shark’s gentiles?” I snickered and nodded

“I’m sorry… was I wrong to?” I asked innocently to receive and exasperated sigh.

“What am I going to do with you?” I bowed my head and gave a blushing smile

“Keep me out of gym?” I glanced up in time to see her unfold her arms and move to the side of the office with the trophies.

“The exhibition is in two weeks.” she said softly, “I hope you use the time you’re not in gym wisely…” I smiled and stood up and went closer to her.

“Can I get a hug?” I inquired tentatively. She arched an eyebrow

“A hug?” I nodded. She pulled a semi defeated look and drew me in for a gentle hug. I buried my face in her neck and murmured

“Thanks for coming when I texted.” the hug got in perceptively tighter before she released me.

“Don’t ever be afraid to do it again when that happens.” she said putting a hand on my shoulder and nudging me to the door “And please, for heavens sakes, try to behave in English.”

“I make no promises.” I answered cheekily as I went to the door back first “Are you coming for dinner tonight? Mom promises dad will be sober.” she nodded and waved her hand at me getting behind her desk once more. I put my hand on the doorknob, taking one more glance at her before leaving the office…

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“So let me get this straight… you are given freedom to avoid gym to keep your speed and accuracy up?” I shrugged as Angeli just gaped in shock. Amanda looked at me with some concern but I shook my head. I figured she already knew it was something domestic, but I wasn’t going to go into unnecessary details while Angeli or Christopher was around. “Wow… Lucky much…”

“How is that lucky? She misses out on having fun!” Christopher whined. I laughed

“I have more fun drawing than dodging balls aimed at my head Chris. Besides, I don’t have to be out of class. What better place for me to keep with my speed than with a group that is constantly changing and shifting?” I replied smiling sweetly. Amanda groaned

“Leave me out of the picture please.” I grinned

“Only if you’re able to stay out of it.” Unfortunately, our conversation was cut short by class, Advanced Calculus, so we had to wait until lunch to resume…

Almost as soon as the bell rang, Amanda grabbed my hand and her things and dragged me to the nearest bathroom. After making sure no one was inside, she locked the door and cornered me. “What happened?” I rolled my eyes and ducked out from her possessive reach and began unbuttoning my shirt

“You didn’t have to go through these measures.” I said motioning to the locked door and turned around letting the shirt fall open “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I said as she gasped “Dear old dad was aiming at mom who was in the doorway to the hall… one guess who was passing at that moment.” her hand stretched out to barely graze the bandages. “It’s a lot less worse than it looks. I’m just trying to keep the swelling down.”

“So this is why you are missing gym?” I nodded and her hand pressed a little harder, directly on one of the burns. I know it should have hurt at that point, but I was so numb to pain by now that all I felt was the echo where the pain should have been. I looked at her seriously and put my hand on hers pulling her a little closer, knowing that it was far too risky to do anything in school hence the allure. She smirked and gave me a soft, chaste kiss and pulled away. I closed my eyes as she unlocked the door and left me to re-button my shirt and follow her to the cafeteria…

We, Amanda and I, had English after lunch and for the first time in ages I didn’t do anything to get myself put out of the class. Though, in retrospect, I think that may have scared him more than my usual antics, seeing as I still got put of the class. Leaning against the wall outside the class I wondered where I should go to wait out the rest of the period. I struck out on the alcove because I didn’t want it to look like I was skipping (and I technically wasn’t but still…) and my mind wandered to the art room… Maybe it didn’t have a class… it was worth a shot…

“Art room all mine!!!” I laughed as I opened the door to not interrupt a class.

“You wanted something Samantha?” I cringed subconsciously at the sound of my name rather than the pompous voice of the crueler of the two art teachers employed by the school. It was a pity she was so gorgeous…

“I was wondering if I could work on my art for this period Mrs. Gordon.” I replied keeping my eyes trained away from her cleavage. Eyeing the secretary or my cousin was one thing… This woman was on a whole different level of tolerance, in the negative direction.

“What about your class?” She demanded causing me to cringe

“Ummm, well I was kinda kicked out of class…” I replied figuring it was better to tell the truth with her. She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow before saying

“And you think I’ll just let you use my classroom as an excuse for your misconduct.” I looked to the sky and took a deep breath, exhaling. ‘Except I didn’t do anything this time.’ I wanted to say. What I said instead was;

“I’m sorry for taking up your time.” and left, closing the door a little too hard behind me. ‘Well that was a bust.’ I sighed and resumed roaming to find an empty classroom…

“Where were you for English?” Amanda asked me as we relaxed, hidden by the willow tree, in the park.

“Found an empty classroom… want to see?” I looked up at her face as she nodded. I reached for my bag and the sketch-pad within, showing her the few quick sketches I made from different angles. The honest truth was, I hated practicing my art which is why I never competed in any exhibitions… ever...

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“These are really good! Where is this? Robertson’s class?” I nodded

“Yeah. How could you tell?”

“Only he has a plant in the window as far as I can tell.” she replied making me laugh, “I’m serious, your attention to detail is impeccable…” she continued earnestly “How long did this take you?” I thought back, I got kicked out five minutes into the period, took one minute to think about going to the art room, wasted probably three minutes to not use it and probably two to three more finding said empty classroom, so

“I think around half an hour give or take a few minutes…” she shook her head

“And you don’t compete why?” I shrugged settling myself back onto her lap, enjoying the feel of her hand in my hair. “Honestly, this is like you and every sport you play and thing you like…”

“I refuse to do it for recognition and at the insistence of others.” I interrupted her to receive a chuckle

“I know… pity.” she put the book down and leaned forward to shield our faces completely from anyone curious to enter our sanctuary and I once again got lost in her eyes. Her hand roamed down to press on my bandages through my shirt and I saw the concern once again mirrored in her eyes, the same concern that always appears when I’m hurt. I raised my hand to her cheek in an attempt to let her know I was alright, hoping my eyes portrayed the same message. We stayed in that position until my phone alarm went off. My hand dropped and she pulled away at the same time and I sat up and pulled the phone out of my pocket to check the time and sighed. “Have to go home?”

“Yah. Melinda’s supposed to be coming for dinner.” I said some what sadly,

“’Melinda’?” I gave her a scathing look

“Ms Thornrush, Mandy.”

“Sorry sorry, I don’t bother to learn teachers first names you know that.” She said raising her hands in defense. “Besides I’m still getting over the fact that you and her are related.”

“Why? I get my good looks from that side of the family.” I said mockingly, standing up. She laughed and helped me pack my things…