ForeverMischievous
Star
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2011
A Witch? A whore? A filthy waste of breath? Those where just a few of the names Ally's Grandmother'd been called. Guess that was the kind of life she'd have to live with. Live with having her family pissed on, only waiting for the time to come for her. Or at least, that's what she'd been doing. Now it came down upon her.
Ally'd been hit on, by one of the Jocks that day. At first she'd felt faltered, but then she realized what it was all about. He didn't give jack shit about anything but her body. Which was quite exceptional. But she was a poor teacher, in the Rich kid's world. And it didn't take long, till the main Cheerleader'd come up to her, and given her one heavy slap to the face. 'Trying to steal my man, whore?' Was about as accurate one could make it, without using that ridiculous Phone language. Why did she have to take this kind of shit? Why did she have to bend over, and let those more fortunate, take the piss? Well, she didn't, and she damn well wouldn't.
She wasn't so sure why she was doing this, anymore. It all seemed too stupid. Silly. She was a teacher in Physics. Not some kid who believed in fairy tales. Yet here she was, following her dead Grandmother's advice. 'Use this book, when the world turns against you, and use it well..' Ally had no idea what she'd meant by it, and neither did she now. But she knew one thing. The Jock was going to get her in trouble with the principle, and the students would only get worse and worse. She couldn't take this much longer, and knew she couldn't lose her job. Ally sighed as she pushed her glasses up on her nose, holding the old book close, as she gazed over her work. What'd she done? Killing a Crow.. Drawing symbols in blood with her fingers, and then cut a drop from one of her own fingers? She just didn't know anymore. But she'd made it this far, now she'd have to see it through.
Ally sat down in the middle of the symbols she'd drawn, holding the book out in front of herself, as she stretched her neck, and took in a deep breath. She wore a rather expensive blue dress, and a pair of high heals. Another silly thing to do. 'Make yourself look good, before performing the ritual.' Ridiculous. Her long red hair, flowed down her back, her most expensive glass', well seated upon her nose.
Ally started resitting the words the book read, and as she did, the room became a complete silence. Then with the last fraise she heard a blast, before a hard wind hit her face, causing her to pinch her eyes, as the long red hair was pushed back by the wind, as she silently whimpered.
Ally'd been hit on, by one of the Jocks that day. At first she'd felt faltered, but then she realized what it was all about. He didn't give jack shit about anything but her body. Which was quite exceptional. But she was a poor teacher, in the Rich kid's world. And it didn't take long, till the main Cheerleader'd come up to her, and given her one heavy slap to the face. 'Trying to steal my man, whore?' Was about as accurate one could make it, without using that ridiculous Phone language. Why did she have to take this kind of shit? Why did she have to bend over, and let those more fortunate, take the piss? Well, she didn't, and she damn well wouldn't.
She wasn't so sure why she was doing this, anymore. It all seemed too stupid. Silly. She was a teacher in Physics. Not some kid who believed in fairy tales. Yet here she was, following her dead Grandmother's advice. 'Use this book, when the world turns against you, and use it well..' Ally had no idea what she'd meant by it, and neither did she now. But she knew one thing. The Jock was going to get her in trouble with the principle, and the students would only get worse and worse. She couldn't take this much longer, and knew she couldn't lose her job. Ally sighed as she pushed her glasses up on her nose, holding the old book close, as she gazed over her work. What'd she done? Killing a Crow.. Drawing symbols in blood with her fingers, and then cut a drop from one of her own fingers? She just didn't know anymore. But she'd made it this far, now she'd have to see it through.
Ally sat down in the middle of the symbols she'd drawn, holding the book out in front of herself, as she stretched her neck, and took in a deep breath. She wore a rather expensive blue dress, and a pair of high heals. Another silly thing to do. 'Make yourself look good, before performing the ritual.' Ridiculous. Her long red hair, flowed down her back, her most expensive glass', well seated upon her nose.
Ally started resitting the words the book read, and as she did, the room became a complete silence. Then with the last fraise she heard a blast, before a hard wind hit her face, causing her to pinch her eyes, as the long red hair was pushed back by the wind, as she silently whimpered.