Sammy Whaley (understands) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-05 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-21, cole, sammy |
picking up what you're putting down
Who: Cole and Sammy
When: Afternoon
Where: SOHS
I look ridiculous, Sammy thought to herself as she slid her books into her locker. She wasn’t even sure why she had decided to wear pajamas to school today. No, that wasn’t true; she knew exactly why she had dressed up like everyone else – to be normal. Whatever that means. It wasn’t like she had any friends to coordinate outfits with, as she saw some of the other girls at school doing. She was just pretending to fit in, much like usual. That thought alone should have been enough to put her in a down mood, but the atmosphere at school was too happy for her to really feel that way completely. Sammy couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not: there was the part of her that always hated when she couldn’t own her emotions, but there was a larger part that was thankful to feel something other than pain or hurt. Most days it seemed as if her life was consumed by those things. Before her mother had died, Sammy used to race home after school. Rest, homework, dinner, patrol: that was her schedule on most nights. If you took out the bits where she and her mother hunted vampires, Sammy’s life was practically picture perfect. But that life was over. Now, Sammy lingered as long as she could in the school library before grabbing something fast-food to eat and squeezing in a quick patrol on her way home, after she was sure that it was late enough for her father to be in bed. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see her dad – quite the opposite actually – but she practically choked on his emotions any time she got too close to him. Touching him was out of the question, which was heartbreaking considering how much Sammy just wanted her dad to hug her and make everything better. Sammy didn’t have to try hard to push the thoughts from her mind. Two girls had joined her at the wall of lockers; even if she hadn’t been able to hear their giggles, she was able to feel the excitement they were feeling. She shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed the tingle of excitement to fill her fully. Allowing the emotions to overtake her was no trouble at all; it was blocking them that always proved to be the problem. A smile crept up on her face and before she could stop herself, she started to giggle along with the girls beside her. A second later they stopped and walked away, making sure to give Sammy a glare as they left. She certainly would have dropped the smile and given them a look as well, if she could. No sooner had her emotions leveled out when a new feeling began to prickle her insides. It was certainly anger, mixed with a bit of annoyance. She turned around to find the source of the emotions. Almost directly diagonal down the hall from her was a tall boy, probably one of the many jocks in the school, and he had someone cornered. She had seen the boy with the technicolor hair a thousand times over in the hallways, but she had no clue to his actual name. Sammy watched as the larger boy slapped the books he was carrying out out of his hands. All of a second passed before she rushed down the hall over to them. She grabbed the shoulder of the bully and shoved him back; catching him off guard worked to her advantage, at least for the moment. “Hey! What’s your problem?” When you were used to taking down creatures who would love nothing more than to rip your throat out, standing up to bullies was a cake walk. |