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She looks me up and down in disgust, rolls her eyes, and walks away, nearly tripping on the large roots beneath the pecan tree.
“Wow, you did well, Arena. Even I thought she was a bitch,” Gabe says surprisingly.
Before my anger consumes me, I struggle to give him an acknowledging half-grin. “Thanks.”
As I walk out a little from underneath the tree, I can see McKenzie around the corner, laughing it up with her friends and mocking me. I look up at the eaves of the school, then down at the ground around me. Whether or not my vengeance is unjust, this brief, but objectionable engagement has pissed me off beyond my control.
“What are you doing?” asks Gabe hesitantly.
“Nothing, just a little pest control,” I say with a slight smile.
A yellow jacket’s nest is loosely attached underneath the low-hanging eave. It also happens to be right above McKenzie and the girls. I pick up a decent-sized rock just big enough to disturb the nest and possibly knock it right off the eave.
“Whatever you are thinking about doing, please don’t, Arena, and reconsider,” says Gabe cautiously.
“Hey, I’m doing better. I restrained myself from plucking those ridiculously bleached follicles atop her swollen head. Besides, this is very therapeutic for me,” I say.
Gabe quickly hides behind the tree as I release the stone with accuracy, resulting in a direct hit. The nest floats down on top of the bushes, scrambling the bees like fighter jets right in the girls’ direction. The girls are screaming, running in circles, and flinging their arms about like mad orangutans. It’s a sight to behold.
I realize what I’ve done is probably morally wrong, but it did put a smile back on my face nonetheless. I try to redeem myself and save them from being stung since they are too stupid to just run into the school. I notice a water hose connected to the side of the building. I turn on the water and spray the bees away along with a good soaking of the girls. The bees vanish, and all three girls stand there soaking wet, looking at me with utter hatred.
“You’re welcome,” I say with a smile. McKenzie lets out a bellow and grits her teeth, staring me down. “Hey, I just saved you from being severely stung. An allergic reaction to bee stings isn’t something to whiff about. I think an appreciation is in order—don’t thank me all at once now.”
If these girls had lasers beaming from their eyes, I would be charcoal right now. I actually think they halfheartedly believed me, because the other two girls wave their hands in the air as a gesture of thanks, except McKenzie, of course. Jacob, who I suddenly notice leaning beside a nearby tree, is laughing at my not-so-nice antics. To show my appreciation of his support, I return his amusement with a smile.
The school bell rings with a chilling reminder that this day has just begun, but before we leave for our first class, Gabe surprisingly gives McKenzie a small wave good-bye. I don’t know if he’s doing this out of his commonly nice nature, or he somehow really believes McKenzie likes him. In his most apologetic voice, he still feels the need to smooth out the worst of conditions just to reassure that this was an accident. “You know, you really don’t look all that bad … in fact, your hair looks really good when it’s wet.”
“Gabe,” I say.
“What?” he asks.
“Shut up.”
It will be all too good if I don’t have to see McKenzie for the rest of the day. I can only imagine what lies she’ll be spreading around about me.
We’re studying cells in biology class. I already know this stuff from reading in the library, so I can afford to close my eyes for a few minutes.
This must be pure boredom for Gabe, yet he still looks giddy from the lecture. With his passion and knowledge for science and enthusiastic personality, he really should be the one teaching this class. The timbre of Mr. Jennings’s voice has put everyone, with the exception of Gabe, in a hypnotic
“Wow, you did well, Arena. Even I thought she was a bitch,” Gabe says surprisingly.
Before my anger consumes me, I struggle to give him an acknowledging half-grin. “Thanks.”
As I walk out a little from underneath the tree, I can see McKenzie around the corner, laughing it up with her friends and mocking me. I look up at the eaves of the school, then down at the ground around me. Whether or not my vengeance is unjust, this brief, but objectionable engagement has pissed me off beyond my control.
“What are you doing?” asks Gabe hesitantly.
“Nothing, just a little pest control,” I say with a slight smile.
A yellow jacket’s nest is loosely attached underneath the low-hanging eave. It also happens to be right above McKenzie and the girls. I pick up a decent-sized rock just big enough to disturb the nest and possibly knock it right off the eave.
“Whatever you are thinking about doing, please don’t, Arena, and reconsider,” says Gabe cautiously.
“Hey, I’m doing better. I restrained myself from plucking those ridiculously bleached follicles atop her swollen head. Besides, this is very therapeutic for me,” I say.
Gabe quickly hides behind the tree as I release the stone with accuracy, resulting in a direct hit. The nest floats down on top of the bushes, scrambling the bees like fighter jets right in the girls’ direction. The girls are screaming, running in circles, and flinging their arms about like mad orangutans. It’s a sight to behold.
I realize what I’ve done is probably morally wrong, but it did put a smile back on my face nonetheless. I try to redeem myself and save them from being stung since they are too stupid to just run into the school. I notice a water hose connected to the side of the building. I turn on the water and spray the bees away along with a good soaking of the girls. The bees vanish, and all three girls stand there soaking wet, looking at me with utter hatred.
“You’re welcome,” I say with a smile. McKenzie lets out a bellow and grits her teeth, staring me down. “Hey, I just saved you from being severely stung. An allergic reaction to bee stings isn’t something to whiff about. I think an appreciation is in order—don’t thank me all at once now.”
If these girls had lasers beaming from their eyes, I would be charcoal right now. I actually think they halfheartedly believed me, because the other two girls wave their hands in the air as a gesture of thanks, except McKenzie, of course. Jacob, who I suddenly notice leaning beside a nearby tree, is laughing at my not-so-nice antics. To show my appreciation of his support, I return his amusement with a smile.
The school bell rings with a chilling reminder that this day has just begun, but before we leave for our first class, Gabe surprisingly gives McKenzie a small wave good-bye. I don’t know if he’s doing this out of his commonly nice nature, or he somehow really believes McKenzie likes him. In his most apologetic voice, he still feels the need to smooth out the worst of conditions just to reassure that this was an accident. “You know, you really don’t look all that bad … in fact, your hair looks really good when it’s wet.”
“Gabe,” I say.
“What?” he asks.
“Shut up.”
It will be all too good if I don’t have to see McKenzie for the rest of the day. I can only imagine what lies she’ll be spreading around about me.
We’re studying cells in biology class. I already know this stuff from reading in the library, so I can afford to close my eyes for a few minutes.
This must be pure boredom for Gabe, yet he still looks giddy from the lecture. With his passion and knowledge for science and enthusiastic personality, he really should be the one teaching this class. The timbre of Mr. Jennings’s voice has put everyone, with the exception of Gabe, in a hypnotic
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