I sit bolt upright in my bed, sweating profusely. Someone, one of the younger girls, is crying, telling me that we all had the same nightmare.
“Guys, calm down!” I say, releasing a bit more of my power. The horrors of the dream were alread fading from my mind, but some of the newer girls, who haven’t experienced this much, or at all, before, were still panicking. “It was just a dream. You guys know Oracle?” The girls aren’t listening to me. I close my eyes and speak again. “Klara, would you mind turning the light on?” No voice replied, but a couple of seconds later the light flicked on. I blinked a couple of times, semi-blinded.
“Guys!” I’ll admit that my voice rose at that point. I hate yelling, but it does do the trick sometimes. I slipped off my bed, and walked over to the youngest girl in the room, the one who was crying. It was just a dream. There’s no reason to panic.”
“It was horrible,” the girl I was holding (and in a rather motherly way, if I do say so myself) whispered. She was calming down a little bit, I could tell, but she was still extremely upset.
“Sh, I know, I know,” I said, gently stroking her hair, like my mama used to do to me before she died. “You know Oracle, Valencia?” she sniffled a little, and gave a weak nod. “That was just his dream. Sometimes, when he’s really tired, or having a really bad day, he’ll lose control of his power, and we’ll have the same dream he’s having.”
“Poor Oracle,” Klara said with a hushed voice. I stared at her, a sad smile on my face. “T’have dreams like that ‘un.” A slight murmur of agreement rippled throughout the room.
“I know,” I agreed with her sympathetically. “The thing is, most nightmares like that actually happened at one time or another in his life.” I glanced around the room quickly, taking in the looks of sympathy on all the faces.
“Poor Oracle,” crooned Ally. ‘So that prep has a heart, after all?’ I thought, shocked. ‘I never would have thought it was possible!’ Her little group of friends were nodding in agreement. The only girls who wasn’t close to tears was Danae, I noticed. She had gotten out of bed and now stood by the window, looking out over the school’s property.
“Poor Oracle,” she said quietly, her voice hallow. “Why do we bother with pity here? So very few of us have lived ‘normal’-” she made finger quotes “-lives. We either came from a hard life or a privledged life. We either know pain and suffering, or we don’t.” There was a hint of anger in her voice, and I noticed that her hands had clenched into fists. Every girl in the room had frozen, and other than Danae’s voice, they were all silent.
“You speak sympathetically about Oracle,” she continued, speaking accusingly to Ally. “But you fail to think about what those of us in your own room went through, and are going through. You don’t know that horror first hand, and those dreams are your only glimps into some of our lives.”
“You have no right to talk to me like that!” Ally snapped, her moment of sympathy long gone. She had paled three or four shades while Danae was speaking, and I felt a glimmer of respect and a rush of affection for Danae.
“That’s right, pull the privledged brat card. Prove me right, Ally,” Danae smiled a humorless smile, trapping Ally with her words, and thoroughly enjoying every second of it. Ally’s friends were looking rather insulted, and the rest of us were looking approvingly at Danae.
“You go girl,” Klara muttered. Danae caught her eye and grinned.
“I think you’ll see, Ally, that the rest of the room agrees with me.”
“You don’t, do you, Rae?” Ally turned to appeal to her friends, a pleading look in her eyes. “Or you, Jess, or even you, Ash?” there was a chourus of ‘no’s from the aforementioned girls.
“Doesn’t count. They’re your friends. Though if someone richer, prettier, or more popular came along, they would ditch you in a second for her, wouldn’t they?” She eyed Ally’s friends, who looked extremely uncomfortable, but didn’t speak.
“Danae’s right,” I said suddenly, surprising even myself. “You girls live such shallow lives. You’ve never known what it’s like to live a hard life. You’ve never known what loss is like. Don’t even try to deny it. I was like you once, but that’s changed, thank God.” I stood, and joined Danae by the window, then Klara joined both of us. “We don’t like you acting like you’re the queen, Ally. You’ve been a little privledged brat too long.”
“We ain’t you’s slaves,” Klara said, slipping into her street talk. “Git over yourself, princess, or git out.” I raised an eyebrow at Klara, and she blushed, realizing that she was talking street. Ally gave a little laugh of disbelief.
“What? Get over myself or get out?” she asked incredulously. “Seriously?”
“Dead serious,” I said, crossing my arms. She gaped at me for a couple minutes, then shifted her gaze to Klara, then Danae. Seeing that none of us were joking, she drew herself up, and glared back.
“And how, may I ask, are you going to get rid of me?” She asked, her blond frosted hair frizzed a little as electricity sparked from her fingers. The metal from her bed quickly wrapped around her wrists then snaked up her arms.
“There are ways,” Danae said, a deadly tone in her voice. Ash, Rae, and Jess all tensed, and I quickly released some calming energy. They relaxed, and I leaned against the wall, feeling a little weak from the use of my power.
Just then the door opened and the Principle, Angel Peters, strode in. ‘Horrible timing, Principle,’ I thought. Glancing around the room, I knew that at the very most Danae, Ally, Ash, Rae, Jess, Klara, and myself would all be in trouble. If I could talk it right, then Klara wouldn’t be in trouble.
“What is going on in here?” Principle Peters asked, surveying the sceen. Seven of us sat or stood facing eachother. It was obvious from the body language in the room that there had been an argument. “Guinavere, do you have anything to say?”
‘Yeah, I wish you hadn’t come in so soon.’
“No,” I said quietly, glaring daggers at Ally, who had somehow managed to make herself look like a tragic heroine.
“Very well, then. Danae, please release Ally. Then I want you, Guinavere, Klara, Ally, Ashlin, Rachel, and Jessica to come with me. To my office.” Danae did as she was told, and all but Valencia trooped out of the room.
“I’m sorry you’re getting hauled iin for this, Klara,” I whispered. She shrugged, and I continued to speak. “I’ll try to get you out of trouble… after all, you had nothing to do with this.”
“It’s no biggy,” she whispered back. “I’ll take the punishment. My only regret is that I wasn’t able to hit Ally.” I smiled, then quickly returned to my serious state.
“All the same, you shouldn’t be punished for something you didn’t do.” We had reached the Principle’s office, and she had opened the door and was ushering us in.
The seven of us stood crowded in the tiny office, staring either at our feet or across the desk, at Principle Peters. Ally and her minions were giving us looks, flipping their hair, and murmering things about “unfair”. I sighed and shook my head, knowing that she could know nothing about the things that are truely unfair.
“So,” Principle Peters said, leaning slightly on the desk, almost in a challenging stance. “I want you to explain what was going on, one at a time.” She bit off each of the last four words, and I couldn’t help feeling nervous the way she said it. “Guinavere Evens, you first.”
“Well,” I started hesitantly, trying to choose my words wisely. “After we woke up with Oracle’s nightmare, I went to comfort Valencia. We all got to talking, and Danae said something very true about Ally, and how she doesn’t know pain or suffering.”
“I know pain,” Ally muttered sulkily.
“Not the kind of pain that Danae was talking about, Ally,” I snapped. “And you know it.”
“Yeah, well I-“
“That’s enough out of you,” Principle Peters said to Ally. “I believe it was Guinavere’s turn to talk?” Ally shut up, needless to say, defiantly. “Please, continue, Miss Evens.”
“Ally took offence, and Klara and I spoke up in defense of Danae. Then Ally went to shoot Danae with a lightning bolt, and Danae wrapped her in metal from her bed, and as a form of defence I calmed her friends, and then you came in. Klara really did nothing to deserve punishment.”
“Alright. Danae, what about you? What did you do? And why?”
“I did just what Guin said I did. And I did it because someone needed to briing that brat down a notch or two. I swear, the funes from the dye she uses have gone to her head.” Klara and I couldn’t restrain giggles. Ally scowled, but Principle Peters smiled.
“That’ll be quite enough, Danae. If that is true, then you know what the punishment is for fighting.” Danae shrugged.
“I’ll take whatever punishment you want to give me,” she said, standing proudly. “It’ll be worth it.” Principle tilted her head and stared at Danae thoughtfully.
“Alright, Ally, now it is your turn. What is your side in all this? If you lie, it will be much worse for you.” Ally stiffened noticably and glared at us yet again.
“Well, when we all got woken up from that stupid nightmare, we started talking. Danae started shooting her mouth off about me- lies, jealous, petty, stupid things- and I got mad. Those two-” she spun to face us, all overly dramatic, in my opinion “-took Danae’s side. I was just about to fry that little-” her mouth worked furiously as she tried to censor herself. All the same, a rather crude name goes right about here “-when you walked in.”
“If you had tried, you would have just managed to strangle yourself,” Danae said with a smirk.
“Would not-” Ally began to protest. Principle stepped in at that point.
“That is beyond enough,” she snapped. She turned to Klara, Ash, Rae, and Jess. “Is everything said true?” They nodded.
“Then Danae, Guinavere, and Ally have kitchen and bathroom cleanup for the next month. Now all of you had better get back to bed.” We all filed out of the office to do as she had said.