Post by Dithyramb on Mar 29, 2013 17:13:50 GMT -6
The campus's chalky ground was partially frozen in places, but in the main gritty slush. There was a gratifying trail of encrusted half-frozen ruby like clots of blood, following Rosemary's progress to her ride - a waiting current model Series 5 sleek-black BMW. An immaculate uniformed driver exited the still running vehicle and opened the nearest rear door. Rosemary's hyena hopped in. The beast was obviously well accustomed to such travel. Rosemary carefully holding a cold-press firmly to her mouth, stooped and slid in after her spirit animal. The driver swung the door shut with the casual shove of a gloved hand.
Leah marshalled her vindictive streak, and managed to resist sticking her tongue out, or giving the departing Rosemary the bird. Rosemary Ross-Smythe was the schools resident spoiled rich brat, mean queen, and troll rolled into one. She also fancied herself as the top predator and monarch of the school yard jungle. Leah wasn't a royalist, or a Rosemary kiss-ass, and had apparently made the mistake today of playing hockey a bit too well at practice.
Rosemary, her hyena Sterling, and toady Carrie Tang, had cornered her in the locker room afterwards. Rosemary was bouncing a hockey ball in one hand and her expression mirrored that of her hyena, capricious trouble. Her cohort Carrie was blocking off the narrow mouth of the locker alley beside her. Leah’s eyes narrowed as she quickly weighed up her options. She had no interest in the preliminary trash talk, or becoming metaphorical crap underneath Rosemary's boot.
Leah feigned a stare over Rosemary's shoulder, "Hey isn’t that a new poster of Brad Pitt?" Pathetically both Rosemary and Carrie swivelled their heads looking for the phantom pin-up. In one movement, Leah snatched the air lofted hockey ball, and slammed it into Rosemary's mouth, as she turned back around.
There was a satisfying CRUNCH, plink sound, and squawk. Rosemary immediately reeled back, hands cradling her mouth.
“Catch”. Leah casually tossed the ball to Carrie, whom nearly stumbled over Rosemary's hyena to catch the ball. Leah lashed out with her sprigged hockey boots and scored Carrie across the upper thighs, but short of a goal-box shot. Carrie too retreated some steps backing up against a hard locker.
Rosemary's hyena Sterling had his hackles raised and was snapping off obscenities. Leah lifted her sprigged boot threateningly "You what some DOORMAT?"
Stirling didn’t and deflated faster than the Irish pound, slinking back to his bloodied mistress. After staring down the hyena, Leah snatched up her duffle bag, and exited the locker room in hurried fashion. Once clear of the changing rooms, she sighed, screwed her nose up, and decided she'd better go find and 'fess up to a duty teacher.
"Ms Poe, … I believe you're quite familiar with the way to the Dean's office. You have a date there, NOW.” Mrs Sewells tone was terse, her arms were crossed, and she was scarfed up against the cold.
Leah scuffed her shoes in the gritty chalk and gravel ground, nodded once, and tried to adopt a contrite and innocent expression.
“Don't keep him waiting ... and lose that chewing gum on the way". Mrs Sewell’s deep blue eyes bespoke mischief. "Oh Ms Poe, you should consider dropping field-hockey, ... and trying out for ice-hockey instead."
Mrs Sewell was okay, and apparently knew the score. Leah turned around and looked up. The upper story windows of the converted country-manor come-school were filled with students faces all pressed to the double-glazed windows. Naturally.
Leah marshalled her vindictive streak, and managed to resist sticking her tongue out, or giving the departing Rosemary the bird. Rosemary Ross-Smythe was the schools resident spoiled rich brat, mean queen, and troll rolled into one. She also fancied herself as the top predator and monarch of the school yard jungle. Leah wasn't a royalist, or a Rosemary kiss-ass, and had apparently made the mistake today of playing hockey a bit too well at practice.
Rosemary, her hyena Sterling, and toady Carrie Tang, had cornered her in the locker room afterwards. Rosemary was bouncing a hockey ball in one hand and her expression mirrored that of her hyena, capricious trouble. Her cohort Carrie was blocking off the narrow mouth of the locker alley beside her. Leah’s eyes narrowed as she quickly weighed up her options. She had no interest in the preliminary trash talk, or becoming metaphorical crap underneath Rosemary's boot.
Leah feigned a stare over Rosemary's shoulder, "Hey isn’t that a new poster of Brad Pitt?" Pathetically both Rosemary and Carrie swivelled their heads looking for the phantom pin-up. In one movement, Leah snatched the air lofted hockey ball, and slammed it into Rosemary's mouth, as she turned back around.
There was a satisfying CRUNCH, plink sound, and squawk. Rosemary immediately reeled back, hands cradling her mouth.
“Catch”. Leah casually tossed the ball to Carrie, whom nearly stumbled over Rosemary's hyena to catch the ball. Leah lashed out with her sprigged hockey boots and scored Carrie across the upper thighs, but short of a goal-box shot. Carrie too retreated some steps backing up against a hard locker.
Rosemary's hyena Sterling had his hackles raised and was snapping off obscenities. Leah lifted her sprigged boot threateningly "You what some DOORMAT?"
Stirling didn’t and deflated faster than the Irish pound, slinking back to his bloodied mistress. After staring down the hyena, Leah snatched up her duffle bag, and exited the locker room in hurried fashion. Once clear of the changing rooms, she sighed, screwed her nose up, and decided she'd better go find and 'fess up to a duty teacher.
"Ms Poe, … I believe you're quite familiar with the way to the Dean's office. You have a date there, NOW.” Mrs Sewells tone was terse, her arms were crossed, and she was scarfed up against the cold.
Leah scuffed her shoes in the gritty chalk and gravel ground, nodded once, and tried to adopt a contrite and innocent expression.
“Don't keep him waiting ... and lose that chewing gum on the way". Mrs Sewell’s deep blue eyes bespoke mischief. "Oh Ms Poe, you should consider dropping field-hockey, ... and trying out for ice-hockey instead."
Mrs Sewell was okay, and apparently knew the score. Leah turned around and looked up. The upper story windows of the converted country-manor come-school were filled with students faces all pressed to the double-glazed windows. Naturally.
