Post by avia on Aug 16, 2011 3:33:04 GMT 10
“Iggy, honey, how many times do I have to ask you not to torment Elmo?” Ignatius asked with a heavy sigh. He entered his daughter’s bedroom, which was an absolute mess, and let out another heavy, weary sigh. She had been acting weird lately. She hadn’t been getting up on time, she wasn’t picking up after herself, and sometimes she was downright crabby. Avia was such a darling girl, his angel, that the sudden changes in mood left him wondering. Especially the number of fights she was starting at school. She came home yesterday with bruising all over her arm and left side of her torso. She had picked a fight with a boy this time. He had bruised her ribs. “Iggy. Iggy! Get up!” Ignatius picked up a pillow from his daughter’s floor and hit her with it. Avia was sound asleep facing the wrong way on her bed. She was still dressed and it looked as though she had fallen asleep reading.
Avia jumped and picked her head up, pushing the pillow back onto the floor. “What, Daddy?” she whined hoarsely. She flinched, because a comfortable stretch quickly became painful as her ribs were shifted. With a whine, Avia curled back up and prepared to go back to sleep. “Avia Iggy Merle, so help me-” her father was about to rant at her, but Avia held up her hand in surrender. She would have had something white dangling from it if she had had it handy. Oh, look, a sock. She picked that up and waved it for effect. Her father tried not to laugh. “Iggy, it’s time for school, honey.”
Avia groaned and rolled back onto her stomach. School was torture. She didn’t mind the actual learning part. It was the classmates she minded. They didn’t like her to begin with and her recent activity was only making things worse. She felt her bed buckle as her father sat down. “I’m worried about you, you know. I don’t want to concern you, but I’m just telling you. You’ve been acting strange lately. Elmo swears you’re trying to sneak out but I know you know better than that. If it’s to go to some club with your friends or meet up with some boy…” when his hand came down and began to pet her hair, Avia wanted to cry for guilt. “There’s no boy, Daddy, and I hate to break this to you, but I don’t have friends.” She informed him of this as she rolled over and turned his lap into her pillow.
“What about that Christopher boy? I thought you liked him?”
“Okay. One: ew!” she even held up a finger to demonstrate and ticked off as she went along. “Two: he dropped out a long time ago, Daddy. I hardly ever seen him anymore.” Except at night… after she’s snuck out… in a mask… and costume…. The other night her father had even seen The Red Hood for the first time. It had scared the hell out of her.
Her father chuckled. “Pity. I kind of liked him,” he said.
“Ew, Daddy! Just ew.” Avia rolled to her feet in indignation and began to collect items for school off of her floor.
“Straight home after school. You need to clean your room. And stop giving Elmo cute pet names or else I’ll have to hire a third bodyguard to protect you from him.”
Avia sighed as she headed into the high school. The morning with her father hadn’t exactly gone well, and she was extra mean to Elmo for telling him that she had been trying to sneak out. At least he didn’t have proof yet. She’d be screwed if Elmo and Abiba ever went so far as to prove it to her father that she was sneaking out. She’s be grounded. For life. That would solve her father’s Red Hood problems. Avia rubbed her bruised ribs gingerly and set her satchel down by her desk. Gallivanting the other night had hurt, but having to pick a fight with a boy just to cover up her bruises hurt even more. Especially since her ribs had already been bruised before the boy kicked her. At least her pain threshold was getting wider. She could be happy about that. Although, she would probably wait until after she healed up. It hurt to be happy.
Actually, everything hurt. Her ribs, her arm, her legs, her back… she needed a vacation from moderate villainy. She had yet to take Chris up on his offer to help her. Or join his friends. She’d never do that. She was a terrible team player. But maybe having him tag along once or twice wouldn’t hurt as much as going it alone would. She could help him learn how to fight, too. Maybe he’d have a better chance at living if she did. Avia rather liked Chris, despite how mean she was. It wasn’t a ‘like’ like, but it was a like. He was the only person who was really nice to her, anyway.
She fell asleep in class twice before lunch and blamed it on the painkiller she had taken for the bruised ribs. That boy had been taken to the hospital. He wasn’t there that day. She had broken his arm, she knew that much, but she probably had caused other damage too if he was still in the hospital. Part of her wondered if she shouldn’t play so rough with her classmates.
At lunch, she went outside to be by herself. Some of her classmates seemed to be thinking about a bit of revenge. Not ideal. She really didn’t feel like taking them all on, so she watched them mill about and debate their chances warily as she sat on top of the picnic table. Maybe she could out run them? Nah, that would look bad. She would have to take them all on if they attacked. Three boys and two girls. Five opponents. That skinny one had no good muscle. The other one was uncoordinated. The girls were pushovers. The boys… the boys were another story. Big and bulky, they could box her in. She would have to be faster than them…
Avia jumped and picked her head up, pushing the pillow back onto the floor. “What, Daddy?” she whined hoarsely. She flinched, because a comfortable stretch quickly became painful as her ribs were shifted. With a whine, Avia curled back up and prepared to go back to sleep. “Avia Iggy Merle, so help me-” her father was about to rant at her, but Avia held up her hand in surrender. She would have had something white dangling from it if she had had it handy. Oh, look, a sock. She picked that up and waved it for effect. Her father tried not to laugh. “Iggy, it’s time for school, honey.”
Avia groaned and rolled back onto her stomach. School was torture. She didn’t mind the actual learning part. It was the classmates she minded. They didn’t like her to begin with and her recent activity was only making things worse. She felt her bed buckle as her father sat down. “I’m worried about you, you know. I don’t want to concern you, but I’m just telling you. You’ve been acting strange lately. Elmo swears you’re trying to sneak out but I know you know better than that. If it’s to go to some club with your friends or meet up with some boy…” when his hand came down and began to pet her hair, Avia wanted to cry for guilt. “There’s no boy, Daddy, and I hate to break this to you, but I don’t have friends.” She informed him of this as she rolled over and turned his lap into her pillow.
“What about that Christopher boy? I thought you liked him?”
“Okay. One: ew!” she even held up a finger to demonstrate and ticked off as she went along. “Two: he dropped out a long time ago, Daddy. I hardly ever seen him anymore.” Except at night… after she’s snuck out… in a mask… and costume…. The other night her father had even seen The Red Hood for the first time. It had scared the hell out of her.
Her father chuckled. “Pity. I kind of liked him,” he said.
“Ew, Daddy! Just ew.” Avia rolled to her feet in indignation and began to collect items for school off of her floor.
“Straight home after school. You need to clean your room. And stop giving Elmo cute pet names or else I’ll have to hire a third bodyguard to protect you from him.”
Avia sighed as she headed into the high school. The morning with her father hadn’t exactly gone well, and she was extra mean to Elmo for telling him that she had been trying to sneak out. At least he didn’t have proof yet. She’d be screwed if Elmo and Abiba ever went so far as to prove it to her father that she was sneaking out. She’s be grounded. For life. That would solve her father’s Red Hood problems. Avia rubbed her bruised ribs gingerly and set her satchel down by her desk. Gallivanting the other night had hurt, but having to pick a fight with a boy just to cover up her bruises hurt even more. Especially since her ribs had already been bruised before the boy kicked her. At least her pain threshold was getting wider. She could be happy about that. Although, she would probably wait until after she healed up. It hurt to be happy.
Actually, everything hurt. Her ribs, her arm, her legs, her back… she needed a vacation from moderate villainy. She had yet to take Chris up on his offer to help her. Or join his friends. She’d never do that. She was a terrible team player. But maybe having him tag along once or twice wouldn’t hurt as much as going it alone would. She could help him learn how to fight, too. Maybe he’d have a better chance at living if she did. Avia rather liked Chris, despite how mean she was. It wasn’t a ‘like’ like, but it was a like. He was the only person who was really nice to her, anyway.
She fell asleep in class twice before lunch and blamed it on the painkiller she had taken for the bruised ribs. That boy had been taken to the hospital. He wasn’t there that day. She had broken his arm, she knew that much, but she probably had caused other damage too if he was still in the hospital. Part of her wondered if she shouldn’t play so rough with her classmates.
At lunch, she went outside to be by herself. Some of her classmates seemed to be thinking about a bit of revenge. Not ideal. She really didn’t feel like taking them all on, so she watched them mill about and debate their chances warily as she sat on top of the picnic table. Maybe she could out run them? Nah, that would look bad. She would have to take them all on if they attacked. Three boys and two girls. Five opponents. That skinny one had no good muscle. The other one was uncoordinated. The girls were pushovers. The boys… the boys were another story. Big and bulky, they could box her in. She would have to be faster than them…