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Hey. Name’s Lillian.
Call me that, and I’ll kill you.
Better yet, call me that, think of me like that, or even tell others that’s my name, I’ll kill you.
With my fingernails. Down your trachea. And I’ll choke you like that.
So the other day, I was walking down the hall at my playground (otherwise known as a school, but everyone fears me like I’m a bully - which I am - so it’s better and easier to understand my thought process if it’s called a playground) and I accidently bumped into someone, right? I know it was my fault, so I apologized as nicely as I could - which is pretty bad, but, hey, ******** off, I tried.
All of a sudden, a bunch of girls are in front of me, behind me, and all around me. For a moment I thought they were all gonna rape me (I know they wouldn’t do it, but, hey, their faces were constipated enough to make me think they might) but that’s when Queenie stepped in.
“Dokumi!” Queenie pointed a very long and very pointy nail at me. “How dare you push our beloved Charles! You may be the vain of this school, but I would never allow Charles’ perfect face and body to be burned by the likes of you!”
I stopped listening to her after she opened her mouth.
Instead, I focused my attention on her fingnail. I don’t think she noticed, (her nose was pointed so far up, I could see every nosehair in her nostrils) but I came up really close to specimen fingernail. And I stared at it, thinking, Holy Hell, that‘s one sharp fingernail. How does she do it? Well, then again, she does spend half her time filing the stupid thing, so that‘s a pretty good explanation. I wonder what it would be like if I poked her with her own tool of destruction. Oh God, the temptation! Hm… PRO AND CON TIME.
Pro: It would be funny as hell. Con: She might stab me with her other pointy fingernails of dooooom. Pro: I might be able to stab her with her own fingernails. Con: Her minions might attack me. Pro: Her minions might attack me and I shall attack back. Con: I could reveal the fact she’s a bee queen in disguise of a human b***h. Pro: It would be funny as hell. Con: She’ll try to yell my ear off. Pro: It would be funny as hell. Con: Her other mini-mes will try to yell my ear off. Pro: IT’D BE FUNNY.
Pro > Con
Okay, I‘m doing it!
I slowly snatched her pointed finger with my netting decorated hand. Queenie stopped and her eyes suddenly blanked out as I did the UNTHINKABLE.
People gasped as I used her own finger to poke herself.
Silence.
I felt a smile bubble up as I let go. I quickly set myself up for laughter as I saw her expression morph from shock to confusion, to disgust.
“OH MY GOD, DOKUMI TOUCHED ME. OH MY GOD. I’M GONNA DIE. CHARLES, DARLING, HELP ME!”
The girl dashed off without much trouble.
The other minions stayed put though. That’s when I realized that these girls - these spoiled, rotten-to-the-core girls - were holding naginata in an X formation in front of the blonde dude I bumped into. Their expressions were…
I was I holding my stomach and I was piss-myself laughing.
“OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS ARE LOSERS! NAGINATA? OH MY GOD, YOU SUCK OUT LOUD! Those stupid things won’t do anything against me! See?”
Still laughing, I manuevered my way passed the long staffs and into the guy’s face. I waved then danced my way out, screeching.
I watched the girl’s faces change into fear when they realized their pointy objects were useless. I turned around, the girl mob parting like the red sea, and held my stomach as I limped away from the idioticy of these rich nobles that were supposed to be the best mannered and level-headed. I heard cries for Queenie as I moved around the corner, cackling, “OH MY GOD, THEY’RE SO STUPID!”
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Lillian Ford is street smart compared to most rich kids.
Why? Because she has been living in the lower-ends of the city most her life. She knew her way around the city and she knew how to ward off attacks coming at her fastest than her own eyes can blink. It wasn’t until her flithy rich grandfather died a year ago that she became one of the upper class and suddenly the owner of a much coveted free scholarship to his dear old friend’s pretigious school, Jamery Academy.
So here she is, in the most loved academy in the entire state, and she wants nothing more than to get out.
But the moment she started messing with what the student body calls, “the SPECIAL”, she started liking noble class schools. They were richest, most “talented” kids in the school. But to her, they were easy to scare; they couldn’t do anything about it either. (Mostly because she was one of the Specials as well.)
She was number three in academics. Number one in physical abilities. She was one of the best guitarists and she loved the internet so much that she taught herself how to built a hard drive from scratch.
To them, the other Specials, she was a monster. To the lower student body, she was interesting because no one had ever stood up against the Specials before, not to mention if they were a Special themselves!
They named Poison Fruit, or Dokumi.
And this is her story.
 Ukeire · Wed Feb 03, 2010 @ 04:26am · 0 Comments |
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