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The Wild Ones

Remembering Sunday

It was them.
The girls who were glaring at me over dinner. They beat me up and I couldn't even defend myself. Unfortunately, despite the concussion I probably have, I still remember everything.

*flashback*
Pain flashes across my forehead as my body collides against the rough stone. I scream, but I know that no one can hear me. Everyone else is still at the polestar. No. I cannot hope for help, I am alone. Of course I immediately rethink that when a pointed shoe connects with my side. Alone. I wish.

My eyes struggle to see through a mess of tears and tangled hair but when I do see I realize just how screwed I really am. The three girls from dinner stand in front of me. Two brunette girls stand slightly behind a girl whose long blond ringlets frame a tanned, heart-shaped face. She’s pretty and she looks small and delicate, but Sammi showed me the training room so I know better than to believe that. Moreover, I know what will happen if I fight them. I will be kicked out of the legion, and then I will be truly alone. The blond girl kneels down in front of me.

“Okay new girl, I don’t know who you think you are. But I’m going to talk and you had better listen. The Prophet is mine. I’ve been trying to get his attention since I came here and now that I almost have it I won’t let you ruin all my hard work. Consider this a warning. Do not talk to him ever again. It’s not like he wants to talk to you anyways, so don’t take time away from those of us who actually matter, It’s very selfish of you.” I nod. I want to explain that this is all a mistake, that I’m not any competition. But I don’t trust my voice and I don’t think it matters what I say. I’m no match for them physically, but if I stay silent maybe I can at least go down with some dignity.

They continue to thrash me both physically and verbally but I don’t make a sound, biting down on my tongue until I taste blood and soon a nice ringing sound fills my ears, blocking out their words rather effectively until I black out.

Notes

Sorry, kind of a short filler chapter, but I wanted to give you guys some answers and I don't have enough time to write a full chapter and make it good enough to put up. Thank you for reading, and bear with me. :) It will get more exciting. :)

I really can't thank the people in the comment section enough, you guys really make my day! :)
Thank you for being so awesome and have a wonderful rest of your day! (or night if you're reading this at 3:00 a.m. like I usually do.)

Comments

@fibblesticks
On it! I have a BUNCH of new content in the final round of editing! :)

Oh my goodness I forgot how much I loved this story
PLEASE WRITE MORE

fibblesticks fibblesticks
1/29/18

@Red Phoenix77
Oooh, good idea!

Glad to see you back ! It's been awhile since I've been in school , so I'm not sure what the consequences are for writing fanfics in class , but I've started carrying a notepad in my pocket at work to scribble down ideas on , and I've been actually writing on one of my stories during breaks . You gotta grab the ideas when they come , or they might escape . I hate when that happens .

Red Phoenix77 Red Phoenix77
8/8/17

@Red Phoenix77
*evilly rubb hands together* Oh I have plans.... sooooo many plannsss...

BVBfangirlqueen BVBfangirlqueen
7/16/17