I stand outside on the sidewalk curb with other kids who served detention with me. I cross my arms holding them close to my body for warmth. “Come on Logan,” I grumble freezing my ass off. Suddenly a grey car pulls up in front of me. Jason is picking me up? Great, I think to myself. He presses the button that makes the door swing open and I hop in.
I put my backpack on the floor beneath me and buckle my seatbelt.
“Hey,” he says as I get in. I really am not in the mood to talk to him.
“Hi,” I grunt back.
“Look,” he starts the car and we start to drive, “I know you’re at an edge with me right now-“
“And with Blake and with Logan. You guys need to understand that I’m capable of doing things myself.” I say to him. He just nods and keeps his eyes on the road.
“Yeah, and I can see you were handling it very well today.” My hands clench into tight fists and my anger boils. But I knew he is right. I let out a sigh and unclench my hands and relax.
“I didn’t mean to, but you know how Drake is. You saw him on the bus this morning. He’s a huge jerk!”
“Kimberley, yes we all know you and Drake have a ‘rivalry’ but that doesn’t mean it has to be fought by violence. Try to keep it at a talking level.”
“But you know I’m not good at comebacks. That’s why my only defense is fighting. I have to show him he can’t hurt me!” I try to explain to him. He just sighs and looks at me when we come to a red light. “That’s how he does hurt you, look what happened because of it, you’re in detention for two weeks.”
“It’s not so bad,” I lie. “I finished all my homework and now I get to train.”
“Look Kimberley, I know you hate him but if you want to show him he can’t hurt you, just ignore him. Like you said he’s a jerk. Just, don’t put your fists into this.” I cross my arms.
“I guess,” I say not knowing what else to say.
“Thank you.” He says. I turn my head and watch the outside snow fall to the ground. Jason turns on the radio and we listen to one of our favorite songs, Soldier. I can’t say I’m at an edge with Jason but I am still pissed at Logan. He knows my life is hard, he knows how hard I work in school and at training. I barley have any friends, well only at home, and my mom is gone and my father is plotting to kill me, but I can’t argue with that excuse, because I’m practically doing the same thing to him.
When Jason pulls up to a parking spot he turns off the car and we both sit there silently for a second. Then I pull out the necklace I am wearing. It is the same one I found five years ago at my house. I wear it almost every day. It helps motivate me to keep going even when things are tough. I look at it and say things could always be worse. But I don’t know if they could.
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American Assassins
AdventureIn the future of North America a group called the Unions have taken control of Canada and are getting stronger by the minute. Although they are trying to conquer the rest of North and South America by force, the United States has decided to fight b...
