Karate Kid

by abbywookie
I fan the paper against my face furiously. God I think I’m dying. The heat, it’s sucking away all my life power and I could feel my skin drying up and withering into crinkles.

I perch on my seat restlessly, constantly shifting here and there, and occasionally standing up to see if the teacher’s coming. I hold up my ponytail while fanning my neck. I really am dying.

I glance around, my brows in a knitted mess. The whole class, as usual, is doing their respective group banters. I groan loudly. Can’t these people give me a little peace?

I’ve resorted to fanning my neck with my ponytail while the other hand’s back at fanning my face when I finally decide I couldn’t stand this anymore. I yell at the group of boys gathering at the table next to me, “Would you guys STOP that?!”

Leonard turns to me, “Sup you little-

“You SHUT UP, mother fathers!” I roar.

This is what a hot weather does to me. It turns me into a monster.

All the boys in that group jump back slightly, and give me that wary look. Leonard clicks his tongue, “She’s a chilli, this one.”

I roll my eyes at them and gathering the bitterness inside me, I muster what I hope is the most terrifying look. The boys scoot a few feet away from me, before continuing on their boys’ talk.

I turn back in my seat and huff for the nth time. Hot, hot, hot.

I snatch at my water bottle, hoping a gulp or two would ease down the fire inside me. I think there’s a dragon inside my belly. My whole body feels like it’s gonna burst into flames at any minute.

I put the bottle to my mouth, gulping down greedily. Yes, now this feels good… next time I’m gonna just bring twenty bottles of-

I choke, and feel as my bottle tips higher on its own, sending a gush of water down my throat and making me cough bubbles into the water. From the corner of my eyes, I glare dubiously at Leonard, who only tips the bottle higher, shoving them roughly against my mouth.

THAT MOTHER FATHER BASTARD.

I shove my bottle away, slamming it onto the desk while I splutter and choke madly. What the…

I bang my fist against the desk on sudden impulse and leap up, causing my chair to tip over loudly. Glowering fully at Leonard, I ball up my fists, my temples throbbing and my ears puffing out invisible steam.

That wasn’t a fuss. He does that all the time. But the case is different when he does this to me on a hot day.

To make things worse for himself, Leonard retreats mockingly on his tiptoes, his arms hanging by his sides like those of a chimpanzee, “Ooh…eeh…ooh…ah aah…”

My fists ball up tighter.

He grins, “….ting…tang…walla walla bing-

“HEE-YA!” I lion-bellow.

He didn’t get to finish his song because at that very moment, my fist connects fully with his mouth, “SAVE THE BANG, YOU MOTHER FATHER!”

Leonard stumbles backward, his hand holding his mouth, his eyes showing terror and shock. His mouth forms an ‘o’, and faintly, I could make out his bloody teeth.

I roll my wrists unhappily. I think I just broke my own knuckles.

Now fully gaping at me, Leonard’s bloody teeth are visible to everyone in the class. His friends gasp loudly. And just when the rest of them are starting to join in the gasps, something small drops out from Leonard’s line of teeth, silencing everybody once more.

One of the boys inches forward cautiously, his eyes turning fist-wide as he leans closer to examine the thing and gulping, he announces, “It’s a tooth, Leonard.”
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Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

May 9, 2015 - 08:46 i wish there was something like DOUBLE UPVOTE on typotic... I'd surely do that on this one lol xD
abbywookie

abbywookie

May 9, 2015 - 12:42 actually I forgot how he lost his tooth, u shoved the bottle back or simply punched him again? hahaha :D but anyway, I had fun writing this =D
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

May 9, 2015 - 13:13 shoved the bottle back!! heheh :P i dont have really strong knuckles.. after all i was in kidergarten back then :D
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

May 9, 2015 - 08:50 hahahahah u made me smile at the computer as soon as i read the description.. are u kidding me??? i thnk ull never forget this TOOTH-BREAKING thing.. THIS IS HILARIOUS.. And its definitely an honor to know tht ur sister is writing a story on u.. woah im blushing now... bless u CC... loads of hugs and kisses for my CAPS LOCK SISTA!! xoxoxoxo.. p.s: Dont u call me Yuki's wife.. i really have no intentions of marrying him..:D :D =D
abbywookie

abbywookie

May 9, 2015 - 12:32 AWWWWW.......HOW COULD I EVER FORGET THAT?! hahaha :D you karate peachhhhh lol
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

May 9, 2015 - 13:14 Karate SLOTH HAHAH
manelyn

manelyn

May 9, 2015 - 11:13 Hahaha...you're so funny abby! a TOOTH! you really have the habit of making brave girl characters huh :D
abbywookie

abbywookie

May 9, 2015 - 12:35 haha =D but manelyn, the actual funny part is, you know, ACTUALLYYYY, the girl in the story is none other than our very own buddy ---->>> MANAHIL SLOTH :D lol
manelyn

manelyn

May 9, 2015 - 12:38 Haha..yeah, I kind of got that right :D Anyway, I'm not used to you calling me by my name... :p
abbywookie

abbywookie

May 9, 2015 - 12:39 Oh yeah, kinda forgot bout tat, FHCCCCCCCC!! =D hahaha
manelyn

manelyn

May 9, 2015 - 12:53 Haha...yeah right little sister!
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 9, 2015 - 15:23 Haha. Poor guy. Great job. :D
abbywookie

abbywookie

May 10, 2015 - 12:15 Thanks for reading, Maham =] mmmm......that's your name, right? haha =D
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 10, 2015 - 16:35 Your very welcome. Yup. That's my name:D

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