Friday, 10 April 2009
05:02:22 PM (GMT)
Mikaela Christy, the apparant leader of Lance's fan group stepped forward with a
"What do you think you're doing with our Lance?" She spat like a threatened cat,
"He's not for a freak like you. He should be with one of us."
Her possy nodded at that, and they all advanced one step. Alone I could have taken
any of them, but as a group they were strong, and they were backing me into a corner.
Where were the teachers? Not that they would have stopped it, because Mikaela's
father was the director of the school board, but they might have discouraged them. I
looked around the group once more, listing their names off in my head. Mikaela,
Seana, Carrie, Claudia, Linda, Megan, there were more that I didn't know. I took a
deep breath and prepared for a fight, not a second too soon. Claudia flung herself at
me, followed by a mousy brunette that I didn't know. I brought my arms up to block,
expecting them to try and bruise me, or break my nose. Instead I found my arms
wrapped in the black bag that went around my head. A black bag? Come on, that was a
bit too far, and I said as much. All I got in response was a surprisingly powerful
punch in the stomach which winded me. I wondered why no one was interfering, then I
realised class had already begun. Suddenly I was picked up and carried away by hands
that were unmistakenly male. Damn, they must have gotten the football team on their
side. I made myself a dead weight knowing there was no way I was going to escape with
my arms tied by my head. Meanwhile I thought about what was happening.
Had they gone insane? Was rivalry really this serious? As I was pondering I heard an
unmistakeable voice congratulate the girls on their cunning. Lance.
Sorry, I'll finish it later.