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This time when morning came it was without the old sense of
displacement. I wasn't startled to find myself in that little pink room
in that little blue bed. The realization both pleased and petrified me.
It showed that I could adapt to this new world I lived in, but it also
demonstrated how weak the ties to my old one were.
At least I was finally at peace with myself. Nobody is ever completely
happy with who or what they are, always wanting to be a little smarter
or a little bigger or some other thing, but at least they're content.
It was a feeling I had taken for granted until now and I savored it.
I dressed in my freshly washed jeans and a blue T-shirt and brushed my
hair. The latter activity was a ritual I was fast getting used to. I
suppose necessity demanded that I do so; otherwise my head would have
become a mess of senseless tangles.
Of course, my problems were far from over. I would be returning to
school shortly and I had both my teacher and bully to deal with. My
mind unclouded by fear and self-consciousness, I could finally begin to
formulate a plan to deal with the both.
At school Jess questioned me about my black eye, an acquisition I had
gotten from Jack the bully the previous Friday after parting ways with
her. She was furious, offering her help in kicking his ass. It was a
tempting offer, but he was my problem and I would take care of him.
Class began and the same old drudge continued. I must admit that I
found it rather amusing to watch the teacher educating us in subjects
that I was already quite proficient in.
Of course the moment I had been waiting for didn't arrive during class,
but afterwards. I was still suspected of cheating on my last history
test and was hence still being punished for it until I revealed how I
had done it. Rather than go to the principle's office when the bell
rang as I was supposed to, I went to Mrs. Stevens' desk instead.
"Can I help you Stephanie?" she asked, seeming to have a hopeful look
on her face. She undoubtedly suspected that I was going to fess up. She
wasn't going to be that lucky.
"Yeah, I want to clear my name," I told her matter of factly.
"Young lady, I hardly suspect that you could do so," she sternly
replied.
"Hear me out. You make up a new essay prompt, right now, off the top of
your head. There's no way I could know it, right? If I produce the same
quality work as last time, you let me off. I can't and I'll tell you
whatever you want to know," I proposed to her.
Mrs. Stevens sat there for a moment, seeming somewhat stunned. I could
tell by the look on her face she was trying to find some ulterior
motive to my proposition. She probably thought I had some sort of
scheme.
"Alright, deal," she finally said.
She made up a topic, something about the gold rush and I went to my
desk to work. After a few minutes, Mr. Samson, the principle, came in.
He was wondering why I hadn't showed up at his office as I was supposed
to. Mrs. Stevens explained our agreement and he decided he wanted to
see the results and look over them himself. He was probably expecting
me to fail and wanted to hear the method of my scheme.
"Done," I said, glancing at the clock and seeing only a couple minutes
left in recess.
"Well, let's see it," Mrs. Stevens said grabbing the paper and taking
it to her desk. She went back to her desk and began to read it, with
Mr. Samson looking at it over her shoulder.
It was really quite amusing to watch the expressions on their faces.
They obviously couldn't believe what was in front of them. They had
both seen me write it and knew there was no way I could cheat, but yet
again I had produced impossible work.
"Stephanie... how..." was all that Mrs. Stevens could say, looking up
at me in disbelief.
"Mrs. Stevens, we'll talk later. Stephanie, would you mind coming with
me to my office," Mr. Samson stated, giving Mrs. Stevens something of
an angry look.
At his office, I took the chair opposite of his. He sat there in
silence for a few minutes, before finally speaking.
"Ms. Taylor, I believe that you've been the victim of a great
injustice," he said, sounding somewhat apologetic.
"No big deal," I replied, shrugging it off. I really couldn't blame him
for his assumption. Hell, I'd have probably done the same in his shoes.
He definitely seemed a little relieved by my response. I suppose if I
made a big deal out of it, I probably could've gotten him and Mrs.
Stevens in pretty big trouble. I was essentially getting punished for
doing advanced work and a pretty good public outcry can be generated by
that sort of thing. I suppose that's why he gave Mrs. Stevens that
angry look, he knew that too.
"I do have to ask you though, how did you learn all this about history?
Or learn to write this well for that matter?" he asked me, still trying
to make sense of it all.
I decided that I needed to make something up. I had him believing that
I didn't cheat, but I had a feeling that saying I woke up one morning
as a sort of genius wouldn't be quite as easy for me to get him to
swallow.
"Independent study, I suppose. I read a lot of historical fiction type
stuff. I picked up facts from the history part and reading helps one's
writing," I told him, not really lying as I had read a decent amount
back when I was still Jason, but not nearly as much as I was alluding
to.
"Enough so that your work would excel to several grade levels past
where you're supposed to be?" He asked skeptically. I suppose it was a
farfetched excuse, but hell, it was the best I could come up with.
"Uh huh," I replied dumbly, hoping he wouldn't dig too much deeper.
"So then why hasn't any of your past work demonstrated this level of
intelligence," he asked.
"Well, uh..." I stuttered, trying desperately to formulate some
reasonable response. I guess even if I was able to pull years ahead of
my classmates, it wouldn't be the overnight thing my particular case
most likely appeared to be.
"Well?" Mr. Samson prompted, trying to get me to spill the beans. I sat
there, silent for a moment, trying desperately to formulate a response.
Then, just as I was ready to give up, one came to me.
"It's like this," I began, "I knew I was pulling out ahead a long time
ago. And I know what happens when a kid starts to get ahead of their
class. They get moved to a different, higher up class. That means
leaving behind all your friends and I just didn't want to do that."
Mr. Samson sat there silent for a moment. He seemed to be running my
reply through his head, trying to grasp what it was I was saying. I
began to worry that he didn't buy my answer, that he could see I was
lying. Although, then again, it wasn't exactly a lie. I mean, I had
begun to get a good little relationship going with Jess and I didn't
want to blow that by getting transferred away from her.
Just as I began to lose all hope, Mr. Samson let a smile crack.
"Stephanie," he said, "academics and friendships are two completely
different things. You don't have to abandon your friends if you leave
their class. Besides, that might not even be necessary, we have to find
out exactly where you're at. Set up some tests and talk to your
parents. You understand?"
I was certainly relieved, but at the same time worried. I had succeeded
in explaining everything, but was now forced to confront the problem of
possibly having to change class. Who knew, they might end up wanting to
send me back to high school.
I liked high school fine, but last time I was there I wasn't a nine
year old girl. I would be an outcast, with all my friends attending
school at an entirely different school. Well, I suppose Tom would still
be there, but lately our relationship had been... weird. I wasn't sure
how he felt about me anymore. Was I his friend, his sister, or
something else?
"Stephanie?" Mr. Samson said somewhat loudly, snapping me out of
contemplation and back into reality.
"Um, yeah, I understand," I said.
"Alright, I guess we'll get some tests set up for you then and I'll
call your parents tonight. Alright?" he asked, not really seeming to be
asking for my confirmation but rather confirming that I understood. I
nodded and he excused me back to class.
The rest of class went by rather slowly. I knew everything and found
myself just daydreaming. Jessica nudged me a couple times when I
appeared to be dozing off, but Mrs. Stevens never said anything. I
guess she knew that I knew it all.
Lunch finally rolled around and I was more than happy to get out of
there. Jessica and I headed for the cafeteria, where I followed her to
our 'usual spot'. Sara and Cat were already there.
"So I guess you're off the hook now, eh?" Jessica stated.
"Yup," I replied.
"Well, what happened?" Jess asked, not quiet satisfied with my one word
response.
"I rewrote a new essay and it was just as good. Mr. Samson and Mrs.
Stevens believe me now, so I'm officially out of trouble," I explained
to her.
"So how did you write such a good essay?" Cat interjected.
I gave her and the rest of the little group the same explanation of
just reading and stuff out of school. Cat, as our resident scholar in
training, was rather impressed, but Sara and Jessica just regarded my
studies with relative boredom. I guess they weren't much on studying
and stuff.
"If you're so smart, you think they'll move you up a grade or
something?" Sara asked.
"I really don't know what's going to happen now. They're going to call
Mom tonight and work it out I guess," I told them.
"Man, that would suck if you had to go to a different class," Jess
stated.
"Tell me about it," I said with a hint of worry in my voice.
Jess must have picked up on me worrying about it, so she began talking
again, "But hey, it's not that big a deal. We can't really talk in
class anyway, we'll just see each other out of school."
I was a bit happier, knowing that whatever did happen I wouldn't have
to go through it without her. Cat and Sara echoed Jess' sentiments and
that was settled.
Lunch ended and I had the rest of the school day to just sit and think
in class. As the school day began to draw to an end, I remembered my
other problem... Jack.
I knew I would probably face him again on my way home. The more I
thought about it, the more I came to realize that there would only be
one way to get rid of him, I had to beat him in a fight.
It would be no small task; size wasn't on my side by any means. He
towered over me and had a good deal more muscle tone, despite his young
age. His earlier beating showed me he didn't hold punches and that he
hit hard.
Then again, I had one thing to my advantage. While I wasn't quite the
same person I had been before, I still had many years of experience and
reflex development on him. I could probably react faster and I knew
where to hit to do optimal damage.
The day finished and Jessica and I headed home. Jessica seemed to be
thinking the same thing I had been about Jack waiting for me, because
when we reached the point where we were to part ways, she didn't want
to.
"I want to help you with Jack," she said, definitely seeming worried.
"I know, but you have to get home and I have to take care of him
myself," I told her, trying not to sound too nervous.
"Darn it, Steph! You have to do everything yourself these days, don't
you!? I'm worried about you and you're getting in over your head here!
You're no match for Jack!" She nearly screamed at me, she was really
worried.
"I knew, Jess, but it's something I have to do. Besides, you can't
protect me forever. When it comes right down to it, everybody has to
take care of their self," I explained, trying to tell her why I had to
do what I had to do.
"But just because you have to take care of yourself doesn't mean you
can't get a little help every once in a while. Nobody can do everything
by themselves, that means you too! I don't want to see you get hurt..."
she stated, really seeming worried.
"I'll be fine," I stated, trying to calm her down, "besides, your
parents'll get worried if you don't get home. Don't worry, I'll be
okay."
"I hope so..." she said, giving me a quick hug and then leaving. I felt
bad for turning her away, but I didn't feel I had a choice. You gotta
do what you gotta do.
It wasn't long after Jess and I departed ways that I met him, in the
same spot as before. It was with a maniacal grin on his face that he
began to speak.
"You're late," he told me.
"Am I?" I replied sarcastically.
"So, did you bring anything for me today, or do you want another
beating?" he asked, approaching me and standing toe to toe with me.
"Tell me, what sick satisfaction does this give you?" I asked him.
"Satisfaction? I haven't gotten any out of you... yet. So what, do you
want another beating?" he asked as he gave me a shove.
"I don't want to fight you, but I will if you make me," I told him,
never breaking eye contact.
He held up his tough bully exterior, but in his eyes that towered so
far over me I could see something new, fear. He knew I had changed
since last we met and didn't know what to expect.
"Tough talk, shrimp," he said, "can you back it up though?"
"Try me," I said simply.
With that, the battle began. He threw the first punch, intending to hit
me in the face. I ducked and punched him hard in the stomach. I
stumbled back for a moment, shocked that I was actually fighting back
probably. The moment passed quickly, however and soon he was back on
me.
Jack's next punch got my still injured ribs, causing me to clasp them
in pain and leaving my stomach open to a quick. I instinctively bent
over to grab it and from that position decided to tackle him to the
ground. He grabbed my hair and used it to hit my head to the concrete.
Blood began to pour from my forehead and into my eyes. As my hands were
up to keep the blood from my eyes, Jack got on top of me and began to
pummel my chest and stomach.
To escape from Jack's hold, I decided to screw 'fair fighting' and
knee'ed him in the balls. He obviously didn't expect it and doubled
over onto his side. I attempted to get up to my feet, but he recovered
and tackled me back into the bushes where he had left me after our last
encounter. I tried to get out, but my limbs became tangled in the
branches.
Jack, seeing my predicament, seized a nearby branch and began to pummel
me with it. Through the leaves I could see his face, full of pure rage.
He had lost control of himself and now had only one thing on his mind,
my destruction.
I knew then that the fight was lost. I was helpless to stop his blows.
I wondered if he would come to his senses before he bludgeoned me to
death. I tried to call out for help, but was unable to find my voice. I
didn't want for it to end there, I wanted to live. It was the first
time in a long time I truly realized that. Unfortunately this time the
choice wasn't in my hands.
Before long, the world began to fade. I was loosing the strength
necessary to maintain consciousness. Just as things seemed to be at
their most hopeless, rescue came.
A huge figure I couldn't discern appeared behind Jack. It grabbed him
and pulled him from me. I could hear struggling as Jack tried to break
free from it, to finish what he started, but his attempts were
fruitless.
I could hear voices, which I recognized but in my stupor couldn't
identify. Not that it mattered, whoever it was, I had been saved.
Though I wondered if salvation had come soon enough, as my world
quickly faded to black.
I awoke to pain. My little body felt as though it had been destroyed,
but spared from oblivion, only so that it might further know suffering.
Then again, I could feel everything and I suppose after that assault,
that was a good thing.
One of my eyes had been hit so hard it wouldn't open, so it was with my
one good one that I first noticed my surroundings. I was in what
appeared to be a hospital room. I was hooked up to an IV, as well as
other machines.
I could see both an arm and a leg in casts and could feel that my ribs
were wrapped up. I guess Jack really gave a good working over.
I wondered how long I had been there, lying unconscious. What had
happened to Jack and who it had it been that saved me.
The thoughts lasted for a short while, but I was still felt very weak
and tired. Finally, after a while, I drifted back off to sleep.
My next venture into the world of the conscious was greeted by the
sound of voices talking. It took me no time to identify one as Mrs.
Taylor, but the other was a man who I didn't know.
"So what do you want me to do!?" Mrs. Taylor nearly screamed.
"Please, ma'am, you have to understand. She's in a coma and there's a
chance she might not wake up. You have to accept that as a
possibility," he calmly explained.
A coma? Were they talking about me? Damn, how long had I been out?
Days? Weeks?
"Look, I know, I just don't want to lose her..." Mrs. Taylor said,
trailing off a bit. She sounded like she was starting to cry. I didn't
want her to go on thinking I was going to die, so I finally built up
the strength to speak.
"You don't have to worry about losing me just yet," I stated softly as
I opened good eye. Mrs. Taylor and the man, who appeared to be a
doctor, immediately spun around. Mrs. Taylor immediately run up and
hugged me, which with all my injuries hurt like hell. I let out an eep
of pain and she quickly released.
"Oh God, you're okay!" she nearly shouted, a huge smile on her face.
"Relatively speaking," I said in reference to my various wounds.
"How are you feeling?" she asked me. I stole a glance at the doctor,
who was scratching his head as he looked at his clipboard.
"I feel like I got beaten repeatedly with a branch... I wonder why that
is..." I joked, "Speaking of which, what happened to Jack?"
She then explained to me that I had been out for about 4 weeks. Jack
had been expelled and there was a chance he might get some time in
juvenile hall. Then again, the latter wasn't looking so probable since
it turned out that his parents were loaded and had hired some crack
team of lawyers to get him off and he might just get some community
service or probation or something like that.
"So who was it that pulled Jack off of me?" I asked Mrs. Taylor after
she explained all of that.
"Tom. We remembered your problems with the kid that last Friday and
found out from Jessica where it was that he was hounding you. I guess
we hit some traffic when we went to check on you and when we got
there..." she sort of trailed off, not seeming to like the memory. It
wasn't exactly one of my fondest, so I decided to let it drop.
Anyway, Mrs. Taylor filled me in on everything else that had happened
since I'd been gone. The school had apparently called about my academic
situation and had told her the tests were ready if/when I needed them.
She also explained how Jessica had apparently been calling almost non-
stop to see if there was any change in my condition. It's nice to know
people care.
Eventually, the doctor told her I needed my rest and that she had to
go. She left promising me that the next day she would come back by with
Tom, Jessica and everybody else. She also mentioned that
Tom's...my...whatever, dad would want to come by. I had never met the
guy, but I knew he lived on the other side of the state. I guess he had
come into town when he heard his 'daughter' had been beaten to a bloody
pulp. I figured that encounter would be interesting...
All in all, I felt like crap, but figured I would be okay, so I could
put up with it. I had a lot of stuff going on still, but at least Jack
was gone and that was one less worry.
I'd have to take care of school, family, Jessica and all that other
stuff later. For that moment, the only thing I had to worry about was
getting to sleep and getting better.
To be continued...
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