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I never liked the idea of foster homes. Just the thought alone of living in the same roof with strangers made me nauseous. But actually, I had fun this time.
Jewel was the first who made me feel welcome. Shocking but whatever. I don't respond much but he is the first to break that ice.
"So.. you telling me that it's the fifth time they are sending you with another foster family? I don't see what's the problem with that." His youthful face would crunch in confusion as if someone told him to bury a body in the garden and plant a tree on top of it.
"Let's just stick to the fact that I'm no good with adoption then."
"And here is the gaming room. Well clearly it's empty but soon this will be flooding with Xbox, plasma tv, claw machine, game simulator console units and even air hockey!"
"Claw machines are stupid. It is mostly rigged."
"Rig or not Im still pro at it. It's like beating those who created them at their own game!"
I swear I could see the fire in his eyes.
"..Should I be concerned?"
Right now the place was completely empty aside from the dust balls in the corner of the window frame, which his devilish plan all started.
"You know, Gavy could be up tight and all so I understand why you don't like him, but there are advantages when it comes on messing with a clean freak."
He bend his knees and began shaping the two dust balls in his palms with eyes glimmering with mischief.
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"OHMYGOD! AAAHHHHH!! HELP! HELP!!" A glass breaking panic voice echoes through out the halls.
Lucifer came bursting into the room, armed with a badass broom with eyes fired up like a soldier from civil war in bloodthirst
He began pounding the poor and defenseless dust mouse with it senseless. I gape in amusement.
Not to Lucifer who turned beat red, finally caught on it was a joke, after the glob of dust stuck to the end of the broom, but knowing the fact that Jewel pulled up on mimicking a tiny girl's voice. He was the one screaming for I disagree when he ordered me to do it.
I said it was idiotic.
"Real mature Gakuen." Can somebody tell me how long Triton was standing there?
Jewel frowned. He hate being called with that name.
"I told you to babysit Lazuli, not the other way around." I'm surprise how calm and collected he is.
"Can't you act like your age stupido?" Gavinn snap at him showing several irk marks before mumbling something about they really looked like mice. Of course they weren't angry for they are used to his pranks. It's in his nature.
"I am." He insisted, swallowing a laugh.
Due the fact that he is four years older than me I snickered. We we're acting our age.
"Don't be such a smartass." Gavinn gave him a stern look and said.
"Now that you have lots of energy to pull pranks, there's a lot of work to be done around this room"
Jewel caught the broom Triton threw face first.
The guy got skills.
"Aw, c'mon uncle Triton, isn't this Gavy's chore? What are we paying the maids and butlers for??" He whined but the man already left.
He talk too much.
Like toooo much.
A smug look crept up Gavinn's face. I was probably smirking the whole time for he pass the broom toward me. Unamused.
"Thank you for volunteering willingly to help out Kyongno."
It was my turn to frown.
That was when he gave me that disgraceful pet name.
"Better get used to it." Triton once told me.
If he wanted to call a bat is a bird, Jewel would.
The Devil was that way in school too...even on exams, in college and would drove the proctors nuts. Oddly he managed to graduate with flying colors.
I backed away, raising both hands, shielding myself from danger.
"I'm allergic." I glared at the broom.
"Allergic to dust?"
"To work." I said firmly.
Jewel laughed his heads off, concluding I was a riot, but Gavinn deadpanned.
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The sky was no better than my mood. It was turning to pencil lead the time I was out of the Café.
I shivered when a gush of wind passed by. Soon it would be raining.
Keep in touch, he said before letting me leave the Café. I fixed my jacket that hugged my petite form.
I picked my pace till I found myself running down the street against the dark fluff above me. Few seconds later the rain had caught up.
I was never an athlete.
The gentle pelt of raindrops felt like tiny pebbles being slingshot at you.
The sky is picking with me. Joy.
They say life I beautiful once you find the meaning of it.
But if you separated their sugar coating you'll see that in reality, life is a bitch as much how teachers are sadists.
They gain pleasure seeing us suffering.
Life throws you bricks. Not lemons.
Reality sucks. Like it's pointing a gun behind you.
"This is a stick up," Literally. "Make one wrong move and get a hole on your lung."
No sign of life in the street, calling for help would be such a waste of energy.
The rain poured hard enough to discourage people out on the street but not this hold-upper.
He works rain or shine.
Respect.
"Take out your phone and give it to me. Slowly" He direct once we where alone in an alley.
"Don't have one."
"Then pass me your wallet or get your head blasted!" Too bad for him though neither of those two are empty.
I acted fishing something from my side. The man let his guard down.
In swift motion I faced him and back slapped the pistol.
The movement cage his hands on my jacket. I took advantage and head-butted him square in the face then dash off.
Every turn I took made me only deeper in the alleys. Ok so headbutting without thinking is a bad idea when you are planning to give a chase.
The motion made my head spin.
Great I can't think straight.
I found a metal ladder -one of those in fire exits- and grab the bars to jerk myself up till I reached the rooftop.
He was out of sight so I've start to walk just then by the thought I was safe, not noticing a puddle of water awaits to prove me wrong.
Luckily I halt just in time not to step on it.
Phew. Close call.
"Lookie lookie here fellas. Yie got pretty one here to play~" fuck no.
Great. Three drunk hobbos after that hold-upper. Sure why not.
I clutches the gravel inside my pocket, deep in thought who to throw it first.
"Hey babe. Let's have some quality time, yeah?" One of the things walk towards me.
He have these tribal tattoo that spread to the left side of his neck to his right temple. That would really suit him with blood trickling down his forehead after a gravel make a hole of course. The idea was brilliant to bad the other two decided to join in. Fuck. It'll be hard to make an escape now. I need a clean escape.
Then I remembered.
The puddle!
I stepped back slowly but the one with lawn hair stopped me by grabbing my arm. I fought and yank my arm back only for them to grin like maniacs. One way or another. The one with piercing on his nose kneed me in the stomach. I dropped to the floor instantly.
Yeah, I am that weak. They were hovering on me -height difference- and started to hold my wrist while the third one must be calling first.
I took advantage of using the others as leverage for a kick flip. My shoe blessed his sorry chin and adams apple. He kissed the floor choking. Both their guard where down and chance for me to yank my wrists. Down hard. They bump each other's head.
Well that was easy.
A sharp cold thing was pressed against my skin. Almost forgot about him.
"Not so fast babe." Tightly he hold my hips from the side like a snake hugging it's prey.
I squirm violently to loosen his hold but damn the guy is buff. He side punched me a couple of time till all oxygen left my body. I balled myself in pain.
"You bitch!"
He kicked me solid on the head four times before picking me up. I seriously wanna throw up. All I see is red once he harshly grab my aching cheeks to face him. The adrenaline rush was over and felt weak again.
Head butting him will be my last shot. And I did. Square on his nose.
He pushed me shouting coherent words and backed away only to see blood from his nasal. Good for him. In range he charges at me. Literally with bloody fist. Probably insulted but then the puddle helped. He slipped from it and passed out.
After the mini brawl I stop for a breather. Great, new bruises for my collection. The others didn't let me for they start to gain conscious. I made a run for it. I used the fire exist to move from building to building. It was still raining and dark out here. I didn't realize I've stepped on one of the handle that was old and rusted.
Just my luck.
The fall wasn't that hard till I tumble over from balcony to stairs and fell off the building.
Three floors drop ain't that painful right?
From there gravity did the work.
Wait my shoelac—
What an awesome way to blackout...