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Post by Nakita Gala Svetlana on Apr 23, 2012 18:37:22 GMT -5
  The bell rang shrilly, echoing throughout the halls and classrooms. Nakita practically sprinted from her Geometry class and into the hall, where already, several people were filing into the space, filling it quickly. Everyone stopped quickly at their lockers, putting last class' books into the metal holders, and taking out the books for their next class. Lucky Nakita had Creative Writing, where she could at least let her imagination flow a bit. She walked to her locker, and saw Ethan already standing at his, throwing his jacket into his locker before slamming it and smirking at Nakita who flipped him off.
She and her half-brother shared a love-hate relationship that many people found weird. In some ways, they were as close as could be. In other ways, they were complete strangers to one another.
Kita practically threw her Geometry book into her locker, and pulled out her Aerosmith notebook and a purple mechanical pencil before closing the locker and turning the outer dial off of her locker's code. When she turned, a jock was staring at her. Not in a bully kind of way. Just staring. She glared back at him before her voice shot across the halls, causing everyone to turn towards her. "What are you looking at, you piece of shit!" She spat. Her blue eyes raged at him, and he quickly looked away. She then whipped her head around to the others who now stared at her for her outburst. Her almost-white hair nearly covered her light blue eyes, and she glared at everyone who made eye-contact. "What!?" She shouted, her Russian accent littering the hallway. The other teens quickly began to walk to their next classes, avoiding eye-contact with Nakita.
Most people in the school were afraid of her. She'd earned her reputation as a force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to people she wasn't friends with. Most of the people in the school she wasn't friends with for good reason, and that was because they were bullies.
Smoothing out her dinosaur shirt, she began to walk to her next class, her hi-top converse tapping the tiled floor. Her black skinny jeans made her shirt look even brighter than it really was. She wore a stud bracelet on each arm, and a rainbow belt around her size zero waist. A gothic-looking choker covered most of her pale neck, while a Chinese symbol necklace hung a little further down her chest, which meant courage. A bright bow was in her teased hair, and her entire dress screamed scene-kid. Not like she cared. She wore the title proudly. It was simply who she was. However, a shout from behind her caught her attention. She turned on a dainty heel to see what all the noise was, and clenched her fist in anger at the sight.
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Post by Madelyn Paige Criss on Apr 24, 2012 23:58:56 GMT -5
The sound of the bell ringing seem to be a sign that her life was about to end. Madelyn didn’t want to walk out in the hallway, but she had yet to dig that secret tunnel between her classes. She stayed close to the edge of the hallway and skimmed the lockers, keeping her eyes on the ground. She clutched her binders and tried to not get in anyones way. Today had started out as a bad day, because she hadn’t seen her mom. Her mother was an ICU nurse, and she had stayed all night. so Madelyn had only seen her yesterday afternoon and a glimpse of her early thing morning when she had gotten home.
Madelyn had also woken up late. Her clock had finally died, but not before she had prepared it for the next day. By time she had gotten up, she had a good ten minutes to get ready. So she had thrown her brothers jacket over the shirt she wore to bed and pulled on a baggy pair of Levi’s. They were comfortable, and she wore the first shoes she found; yellow Keds. She had eagerly put her hair in a pony tail and walked out the door, running to get to her bust stop. Luckily she was there in time, but unluckily everyone was there that day. No open seats besides the one right behind the bus driver who smelled of cigarette and spoiled milk.
So today had started off bad, and it was going to end bad. Though Madelyn belived she was going to get to her next class in time and accident free. She stopped at her locker to dump of her old binders and get the ones for her next classes. Everything was going great until someone slammed her locker shut, just barely missing her dainty fingers. It was obviously intentional, and it pissed her off as much as it scared her. She hesitantly turned to see who had done it, and was greeted by the faces of five of her thirty bullies. She desperately tried to walk away, but that didn’t work. They had her cornered.
”Come on guys, I’ve got to get to class…” Madelyn whimpered to no avail. They just shot back retorts about the nerd she was, about how stupid she was, anything and everything. They pointed out her dirty shoes, her huge jacket and unflattering jeans. They just wouldn’t leave her alone anymore, telling the teachers was a waste of time. She shrunk into the lockers, the metal pressing into her back. Someone find me, please..” She prayed that someone would see them and stop them. |
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Post by Nakita Gala Svetlana on Apr 25, 2012 16:03:54 GMT -5
Her body seemed to move before her brain told it too. Her blue eyes blazed with a deep rage. Her jaw clenched, and many of the kids in the hall moved out of her way. The had either been kids she'd beaten the shit out of, or people who had seen her fight. Those she had fought knew now where their places were, and were hesitant to step out of line, especially when Nakita was at school. Everyone said she hit and fought like a man, and said that she was merciless once she got her hands on someone. It was true, really, and if there was one thing that set her off quicker than anything else, it was watching someone get bullied.
As she approached the hoard of people surrounding the girl, she pushed one aside and stood in front of Madelyn. Three girls and two boys. She narrowed her eyes into slits as stared them all down. For a moment, they only stared back at her. "I suggest you leave her alone before I make you." She hissed, her accent clearly Russian and not American. One of the girls laughed and made a comment, which caused Nakita to raise and eyebrow at her. She shrugged her shoulders, placed her books calmly on the floor, and before the girl knew what was happening, Nakita had her hands around her throat and had slung her to the other side of the hall where she hit the lockers with a thud. The other girls looked at her with horrified expression. "Who's next?" She snarled. The other two girls shrank under her intimidating gaze and one whimpered.
Then, a hand landed on her shoulder. She turned to face one of the boys. "I would suggest you remove your hand." She said flatly. The boy narrowed his eyes and reared back to punch Nakita. She ducked easily and came back up, nailing the guy in the gut. As he leaned over, groaning and gripping at his stomach, Nakita grabbed the back of his head and thrust her knee upward as she jerked his head down. There was a sickening crunch as her knee-cap met the boy's face. He fell to the floor, laying in the fetal position, groaning and crying. One hand gripped his face, and the other his stomach. Blood was pooling around him on the floor, coming from his nose and mouth. She looked up at the other boy who threw his palms into the air, as if he meant her no harm. He grabbed one of the girls by the arm and scurried off to class. She grabbed the other girl's hand and the three of them helped their two friends to their feet. Both were crying, and the girl Nakita had thrown against the lockers could barely walk. She was holding her back and sobbing loudly.
A mess of students stared at Nakita. "Move it!" She hissed threateningly. The all began to move quickly to class, talking in hushed whispers about the incident they'd just witnessed. Nakita turned back to the girl who was behind her. Her expression was now soft. She picked up her books and looked at the girl with kind eyes. "Are you alright? They didn't hurt you, did they?" She asked, scanning the girl's body for any sign that she'd been hit. Her Russian accent was thicker when she spoke in her normal, smooth voice. "Let me walk you to class, hunny." She said, placing a hand gently on the girl's shoulder.
"I'm Nakita, by the way. Nakita Svetlana. Do those guys bully you all the time?" She asked the girl, worry still lingering in her blue eyes.
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