Briony Fells (underyourskin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-02-11 06:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-31, briony |
nothing but an itty bitty demon
Who: Briony & Bubbles
Where: Elementary School playground
When: Morning recess
There always seemed to be stares when Briony approached other children at school. At first it was because she was the weird new girl and didn’t seem to like anyone. Now it was because she made the hair stand up on the back of their neck. She still didn’t really like anyone, just the way they reacted when she was around. Like the way the redhead with the twin braids tried to hide behind the jungle gym as if it hid anything at all. But they had had a Thing last week, because Briony liked the feel of the girl’s skin and had refused to release her hand for a full hour. There had been a fake tattoo on it, though. A butterfly. And those weren’t allowed in school. It had been scrubbed off with a rough sponge and the red-raw skin just wasn’t as nice to touch. Her interest right now wasn’t anywhere near any of the mortal children anyway, as was proven by the way she continued to move towards the hopscotch… thing. There had been bigger kids using it before. She was sure of that. Now Bubbles Cooper, the new girl from her class, was using it. But she wasn’t just a girl. Nooo. Bubbles was just a girl about as much as Briony was. Which meant that she was a demon and she had to go and say hi, even if it meant spreading the chills through the older kids who were still sulking not that far off.
Striding in as much as Briony ever could stride in her new bright red mary-janes, she stopped a polite-ish distance from the hopscotch… thing, her face still impassive. “Hi.” An abandoned jump-rope caught her eye and she quickly claimed it, measuring it out to make sure it was the right length. “I’m Briony. David Hadler likes to call me Wednesday Addams.” A few jumps and she stopped. “Doesn’t say it where I can hear him.” It did seem stupid to introduce herself when their names were on the register, but it was polite and she sort of wanted to know if Bubbles was her real name. Couple more jumps over the jump-rope and then she paused again, bunching the rope up in her hands. “How’d you make the bigger kids go away so fast?” It took her longer than that. Not so long with skin contact and a few well-timed threats, but she hadn’t seen that from Bubbles. “They don’t take me as seriously.” Briony didn’t sound all that surprised. She was nine. Part of her did not expect to be taken seriously. As long as someone realised she had driven her neighbour to put her knitting needles through her ear-drums for that exact offense. What was it her daddy kept telling her and her siblings? Ohhh, consequences. Everything everyone did had a consequence and you just had to accept it. Something like that.
“Wasn’t expecting anyone like me to start school too,” she finally added, going back to skipping. “There really should be more. It’d be fun…” People were still staring. That was fair enough she supposed, because she just said more than she’d probably said to anyone all of last school year and it was just to one person. In one recess.