FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter 21 (Edit/Revised)

When Charla exited the convent store, the sky had become dark, as if colour had been sucked out of the whole area. It would rain soon, but her attention was drawn to something nearby. There was a group of boy's, four in total. Three seemed to be shouting at one, a muscular tall one shouting and shaking the obvious thin one that seemed scared.

"What are you doing?" Charla merely asked, looking blankly at the three boys, boys that she instantly recognized. They were the same boys in Sarah's class, the ones that looked almost angry when Mr. Rockwell was talking to their teacher.

The one that seemed to be the leader, a young man with blonde hair that looked possibly bleached, and a single earring glared at her with blue eyes. Somehow he looked a bit familiar but she couldn't place as to where.

"What do you think you're doing? Get out of here before you get hurt." He said in a sniped tone.

But Charla didn't move, she merely continued to look at them blankly. "What are you doing?" she asked again.

"Huh? Are you blind or something? Leave already."

"Please!" the thin boy cried in panic. "Please don't kill me!"

"Hey, what? We aren't going to kill you, chill dude." The bleached boy stopped when Charla came closer, trying to see the other boy's face but with the three crowding around him she couldn't tell who it was nor recognize the voice. It was one she hadn't heard before.

In anger the young man with bleached blonde hair lashed out. "Get lost would you!?" he demanded sending a punch her way, only it never made contact. She had simply swatted his fist away with the back of her left hand hitting the joint of his wrist. The young man stumbled to the side, surprised by her action while Charla remained where she was. "You..." he looked at her with a glare gritting his teeth before trying to punch her again only to have the same thing happen like before. What the hell? He thought. No matter how many times I swing she completely swats my hand away like it's a bug. Who the hell even is this person? Is it a guy? No, it's a girl that's for sure, but what the hell? Where'd she learn to fight so good?

His thoughts disconnected when Charla moved forward and hit him square in the forehead with the palm of her left hand, and within that same action hooked her left foot behind his right ankle and tripped the young man causing him to fall on to his back.

Stunned beyond belief the bleached blonde's friends looked on in surprise while the one that seemed to be the victim of it all too that chance and ran away without so much as uttering a word. The boy's realized and called after but made no move to chase the thin boy down.

"Shit..." the bleached blond muttered before getting up and glaring at Charla and yanking her shirt to look at him. "What the hell is your problem?!" he demanded. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

"Not really," she said blankly. "From my perspective it looked like three people ganging up on a smaller person. If that wasn't the case you could have simply just said so when I asked you before, "What are you doing?" then just flailing angrily at me telling me to get lost."

"You know she does have a point." The one with slight tanned skin and with black hair dark red highlights said.

"Shut up Fox." The bleached blond snapped before letting Charla go. "Even if it is true, you shouldn't just step in like that. You have a death wish if you keep that up."

"Death wish," Charla scoffed. "As if that were true, but it's not like it matters, not anymore..." and without a word she turned to leave only to suddenly feel a wave of dizziness causing her to stagger and fall backwards.

"Hey-hey!" the bleached blond boy proclaimed when he caught her before she had hit the ground. "Are you okay?"

She cringed and pushed the boy away. "I'm fine; it's none of your concern. The three of you should just go home anyway; it looks like it might rain soon..."