chapter 5: after school detention

I must say, walking with my two best friends did make me feel better about the recent developments I my life. Something about having them by my side makes me think it will all be okay.

That was until... we got detention, as I said we would.  Lilianna’s persuasion skills aren’t as good as she claims because she got detention as well.

“Great job guys.” I said sarcastically. 

Lilianna laughed and kept walking, “Sorry, I'm a little rusty in that regard.”

As we walked into Mrs. White’s class, I was blindsided by a wave of what I can only describe as pure evil intent, but only for a second.

“Did either of you feel that?” I asked, puzzled.

Lilianna and Janea looked at each other, “Feel what?” they both asked.

What was that? How was I the only one that felt it?

“Nothing, let's just get this day over.”

I couldn’t get over that immense feeling of dread that hit when I stepped into Mrs. White’s class and it lingered over me all day. Lilianna finally asked me about it at lunch and I just had to dodge the topic completely because in all honesty, I have no idea what happened. The rest of the day went by like normal until it was time for detention.

“You two are bad influences. I've never had detention in my life before this,” Lilianna said.

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever, let's just get it over with.”

We turned the corner onto D hall and at the end sat the detention room. I felt a jolt of electricity as I turned the doorknob. Then just like with Mrs. White’s class, a wave of negative energy surged forth. I didn’t even bother asking the others if they felt it this time.

The detention teacher, Mr. Quinn, looked at us with a look of pure hatred. “Back again are we Lexy and Janea? I'm truly tired of seeing you two here.” His voice had an obvious hint of animosity.

“I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing.

Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him?

Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease.

I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well. 

Janea and Lilianna were by my side in an instant and I smiled.

“What are you going to do? It's one versus three plus I bet you only just became a vampire you probably don't even know what you're doing. Just give up.” I said confidently.

Mr. Quinn just laughed, “keep believing that while we beat you within an inch of your life!”

“We?”

Just as I asked, the classroom door blew off its hinges, and in the doorway stood Mrs. White, claws fully extended and ready to fight.

“You just had to say something,” Janea sighed.

Mrs. White broke into a full sprint and tackled me into the back wall. She punched me square in the face with such speed that I didn't even see her strike. She followed up with a ferocious right hook and then a kick to the stomach that made me double over in pain.

I’ve never actually fought another person while Mrs. White on the other hand, was a kickboxer before becoming a teacher so it’s no wonder why I'm getting my ass kicked. I tried to punch her but she sidestepped and landed another blow square on my chin which made me stagger backwards.

I really don’t know how to fight.

Mrs. White’s fast strikes left no time for me to think, let alone strike back. All I could do was block and retreat while her relentless assault pressed on. I tripped on my own feet and stumbled backwards creating the opening Mrs. White needed. As I stumbled, she planted a powerful kick directly in the center of my chest. A wave of pain rippled across my body and all the air in me rushed out as I hit the floor hard. Fortunately for me, Lilianna peeled her off of me allowing me to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.

All I could do was gasp for air while Lilianna and Janea fought our teachers.

Those two are better at fighting than me anyway.

I lie there panting like a dog, my chest heaving with every breath. Janea finally got the upper hand on Mr. Quinn, pinning him down and putting her knee on his back.

I caught my breath and sprung to my feet. The odds were in our favor now it was me and my sister vs Mrs. White and I planned to win this time. We charged her at the same time attempting to knock her down, but she was lightning quick in dodging us. 

She delivered a devastating high kick to Lilianna’s cheek, drawing blood and knocking her down, but she recovered quickly. In the slight window of opportunity, I managed to tackle Mrs. White into a bookshelf. I tried to hold her down but she pushed me off. Before she could stand, Lilianna dove on her and together we held her down.

Finally, it’s over.

“Is it really?” A cold voice said.

The voice sent shivers down my spine instantly, it was a voice of pure evil. And even worse, it sounded familiar. I looked over towards the source. It was like looking in a mirror, a woman stood there leaning against the  doorframe of the classroom with a sly smile on her face.

I’ve never seen this woman before but I know her voice.

 That intense pain in my side returned as I stared at her just like in the cafeteria. She had dark, blood red eyes and an emotionless expression on her face as she glanced over the classroom.

She looks just like me, what’s going on? No, it can’t be…

My heart sank as I realized who she was. The woman who has been killing me in my dreams for months, the woman that has turned my world upside down the last few days; my mother.

I almost vomited from the overwhelming feeling of pure evil coming from her just like when I encountered Mrs. White and Mr. Quinn, but far worse.

“There are my daughters!” She exclaimed loudly.