Post by Amelia Sixx on Jun 15, 2016 1:01:46 GMT
It had been just another day for young Amelia Sixx. School had been horrible, as always. She'd been able to wear her hat, thankfully. She didn't know why she was allowed to wear her witches hat, and she didn't care. It was a big part of her identity, and she was thankful to be allowed to keep her identity. However, she was starving. She hadn't been able to pay for a full lunch because of the people at her school. They kept smacking her around, taking her money..leaving her with only the backup lunch that the school offered. A peanut butter sandwich. Her stomach growled as she shrugged her backpack up further onto her shoulder, her skirt and shirt billowing a bit in the gentle breeze. She kept her gaze on her feet, walking slowly as she approached the first intersection from the school to her house. However, the moment she stopped, the three boys who made her life at school a living hell seemed to come out of nowhere.
Oh well look who it is! The oldest of the three boys exclaimed, grinning as he nudged one of his buddies with an elbow.
Heheh, it's the witch! Oooh, what's she gonna do, curse us? One of the younger ones said with a laugh, shoving the young girl, causing her to stumble, her feet twisting as she struggled to keep her balance, eventually ending with the redhead dropping her bag to the ground as she staggered back to be balanced again.
Come on then girl, you know you wanna fight back, or should we maybe just burn you and be done with it? The youngest one asked with a laugh, causing the other two to laugh as well.
However, if they had wanted a meek reaction from Amelia, they got it. W..what do you guys want..? She said quietly, looking down as the three bullies chuckled.
We want the rest of your money. It was light today, so we know you were holding off on us. The leader said as he ripped off Amelia's hat, the young girls head snapping straight up as she let him keep talking, her crimson red eyes on the hat that was her identity.
I..d..don't have any more money.. She said feebly as she kept her eyes focused on the hat, her hands trembling at her sides as she watched the bully flick out a pocketknife!
Yeah, we know. Honestly, we're here because you need to be taught a lesson. He said as he viciously slashed at her hat, causing young Amelia to shriek as she lunged forward, rage in her eyes as she tried to swing at the bully, only to have his friends grab her by the arms! As she tugged forward, trying to move, she glared at the main bully while shrieking. Unfortunately for Amelia, the bully she had drawn the ire of was not exactly a decent person. As she glared, his hand came up the knife being dropped after having shredded most of the hat with one go.
As it came down, there was a sharp crack as his hand met her cheek. Tears welled up in Amelia's eyes as her head hung in place.
You fucking brat! Your nothing but a two bit hack, pretending to be something great when your just a god damn pathetic piece of trash! Where in gods name do you get off still being happy when IM trying to make your life MISERABLE?! As he shrieked at her, punching her in the gut on the last word, earning a scream from the young girl, the dust and dirt around them began swirling inward, collecting and swirling in lazy circles around Amelia's feet as she took another hit, this one to the chest. Another, this one to the stomach again.
Now something was taking shape behind her. A blue spark, then a torch, then another. A fourth hit, and a fourth scream from the young witch, and the figure was now fully formed, a blast of force sending all three bullies stumbling back in different directions. She heard the crack as the leader's head hit the pavement. He had been hit with the majority of the force. She stood on her own for a moment, knees shaking and legs trembling before she dropped down to her knees, gasping for breath as she looked to the side, tears flowing down her face as she saw the brown, crushed remains of her once beautiful white hat.
However, mere moments after the tears started to fall, Amelia felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump instinctively, her upper body whirling to face whatever had laid its hands on her..and found her eyes widening. It was..beautiful. Its body was like shadows, going from black, to blue, to purple even. Its eyes were a deep gold. It even had witches robes and a hat! It was..everything she had ever imagined a good witch to be. She sat there in awe, turning around fully to stare off at what this was. She..had done it. A familiar. Ones like all the witches in her family had been able to summon. Then..the stories..they were true?
She sat there for a few minutes before she found herself rising shakily to her feet, the familiar moving to be behind her as she winced, putting a hand up to cup her face gingerly. It hurt where she had been slapped. The bully had hit her very hard. Her face, chest, and stomach were all going to bruise. Still..things were going to change, she knew it deep within her heart. So, with that in mind, her Familiar picked up her bag, slinging it back onto her shoulder, and the young girl walked home.
I guess..karma works like physics..every action has an opposing reaction.. She thought as she stumbled home, wincing every time she took a step.
Oh well look who it is! The oldest of the three boys exclaimed, grinning as he nudged one of his buddies with an elbow.
Heheh, it's the witch! Oooh, what's she gonna do, curse us? One of the younger ones said with a laugh, shoving the young girl, causing her to stumble, her feet twisting as she struggled to keep her balance, eventually ending with the redhead dropping her bag to the ground as she staggered back to be balanced again.
Come on then girl, you know you wanna fight back, or should we maybe just burn you and be done with it? The youngest one asked with a laugh, causing the other two to laugh as well.
However, if they had wanted a meek reaction from Amelia, they got it. W..what do you guys want..? She said quietly, looking down as the three bullies chuckled.
We want the rest of your money. It was light today, so we know you were holding off on us. The leader said as he ripped off Amelia's hat, the young girls head snapping straight up as she let him keep talking, her crimson red eyes on the hat that was her identity.
I..d..don't have any more money.. She said feebly as she kept her eyes focused on the hat, her hands trembling at her sides as she watched the bully flick out a pocketknife!
Yeah, we know. Honestly, we're here because you need to be taught a lesson. He said as he viciously slashed at her hat, causing young Amelia to shriek as she lunged forward, rage in her eyes as she tried to swing at the bully, only to have his friends grab her by the arms! As she tugged forward, trying to move, she glared at the main bully while shrieking. Unfortunately for Amelia, the bully she had drawn the ire of was not exactly a decent person. As she glared, his hand came up the knife being dropped after having shredded most of the hat with one go.
As it came down, there was a sharp crack as his hand met her cheek. Tears welled up in Amelia's eyes as her head hung in place.
You fucking brat! Your nothing but a two bit hack, pretending to be something great when your just a god damn pathetic piece of trash! Where in gods name do you get off still being happy when IM trying to make your life MISERABLE?! As he shrieked at her, punching her in the gut on the last word, earning a scream from the young girl, the dust and dirt around them began swirling inward, collecting and swirling in lazy circles around Amelia's feet as she took another hit, this one to the chest. Another, this one to the stomach again.
Now something was taking shape behind her. A blue spark, then a torch, then another. A fourth hit, and a fourth scream from the young witch, and the figure was now fully formed, a blast of force sending all three bullies stumbling back in different directions. She heard the crack as the leader's head hit the pavement. He had been hit with the majority of the force. She stood on her own for a moment, knees shaking and legs trembling before she dropped down to her knees, gasping for breath as she looked to the side, tears flowing down her face as she saw the brown, crushed remains of her once beautiful white hat.
However, mere moments after the tears started to fall, Amelia felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump instinctively, her upper body whirling to face whatever had laid its hands on her..and found her eyes widening. It was..beautiful. Its body was like shadows, going from black, to blue, to purple even. Its eyes were a deep gold. It even had witches robes and a hat! It was..everything she had ever imagined a good witch to be. She sat there in awe, turning around fully to stare off at what this was. She..had done it. A familiar. Ones like all the witches in her family had been able to summon. Then..the stories..they were true?
She sat there for a few minutes before she found herself rising shakily to her feet, the familiar moving to be behind her as she winced, putting a hand up to cup her face gingerly. It hurt where she had been slapped. The bully had hit her very hard. Her face, chest, and stomach were all going to bruise. Still..things were going to change, she knew it deep within her heart. So, with that in mind, her Familiar picked up her bag, slinging it back onto her shoulder, and the young girl walked home.
I guess..karma works like physics..every action has an opposing reaction.. She thought as she stumbled home, wincing every time she took a step.
