And You Thought Your Job Sucked
Ok, second attempt. I'm pretty sure I got the last one right, but really at this point, nobody is actually reading what I write. But whatever.
And You Thought Your Job Sucked
Summary: Also a prequel to my [unpublished] novel, but from someone else's POV. When it comes to work, there are good days, bad days, and then there's days like this one.
He is so cute, why won’t he look at me?
God, I’m so hungry. Oh what I wouldn’t give for a cheeseburger… no! Don’t think like that, you need control.
I hate this class, I hate this teacher. I’ll kill you all.
It’s tearin’ up my heart when I’m with you! And when we are apart I feel it too… No damn it, you’re a dude! Think of another song… And no matter what I do I feel the paaaain.
Things like this make me grateful I didn’t go to high school.
I sat on top of an obnoxiously tall tree, hidden among the leaves, staring into a classroom with a little under thirty students. If anyone could actually see me, I’d probably look like some creepy freak, or a pervert. I mean, I was twenty-five, stalking a high school student.
And it doesn't help that even I refer to is at stalking.
I had a point though, to my… watching-that actually doesn’t sound any better. But I’m not spying on all the students-if I were, I’d probably kill myself-rather, I’m trying to watch over one particular student. A girl.
She…da…in…m…sta…er.
And I got a bad freaking channel!
I smacked the side of my head a couple times. It didn’t help. Never worked on a TV, it was dumb to think it’d work on my head. Though it did give me a headache.
YEY!
And so did that.
I almost fell off my tree when every freaking person in the school screamed out. If I heard that in my ears, they’d probably still be ringing.
When the pain settled down, I looked back into the classroom. It was empty.
“Damn it!” I completely forgot, loud collective screams means end of class. “Idiot.”
I crawled down to the end of the longest branch. I heard it crack, so I had to scoot back again till I found a thicker, more secure spot. Not that it really mattered, I still couldn’t see the girl.
Stupid buildings, stupid classrooms, stupid trees! Next time Dawson asked me to stalk a high school student, I was beating him to death. I’d rather be burned alive in sulphuric acid than have a repeat of today’s events.
Scary thing is that that’s a serious punishment.
I closed my eyes and cleared all my thoughts about annoying teenagers. I breathed deeply, preparing myself.
You can see through the walls. You can see her.
Even Manipulating myself sounded creepy. But, when I opened my eyes, the walls outside the school disappeared and I was staring into the hallway. A crowd stood around, watching something intently. What that was, I couldn’t be sure.
I groaned. Move!
Almost immediately the crowd before me parted and I got a perfect view of what was happening.
It was a fight. And my target was smack dab in the middle of it.
“Well ain’t that badda bitch.”
Some other girl about three sizes bigger than my target stood in front of me, rather menacingly. She had size on her side, but that was really it. Personally, I was never really intimidated by a person’s bulk. But I had no reason to be. I was a relatively small guy and I could beat the crap out of anyone four times bigger. Nobody could beat me.
Only one person ever came close, and she was a girl.
I turned to look at my target. From the distance, I could tell she had a decent tan with dark hair. It didn’t mean anything though. All of the girls we had to watch had a decent tan with dark hair.
She wore a pair of skin tight jeans with an even tighter shirt. It was also way too low cut to even be considered appropriate for high school. She wore her hair up. I’d seen my sister wear a pony-tail every day since she was three, she always said it was because it was a nice and easy way to keep her hair out of her face. But this girl chose it for style purpose. Not a single strand was out of place. Everything about her screamed vain and conceded.
I could tell already I wasn’t going to like her.
Nevertheless, I had to protect her. And it really looked like she could use protecting. The bigger girl grabbed her pony-tail and pulled her back. I cringed. It looked painful.
The crowd around them started cheering as fists were raised. I groaned again. Protecting this brat didn’t mean protecting her from detention! And I was not adding more paperwork to my already massive pile.
The other girl took a swing, which my target barely avoided. “Damn it!” I closed my eyes and cleared my thoughts again. I shoved myself into every faculty and staff member I could find.
There’s a problem in the gymnasium. Check it out.
The gym was on the opposite end of the school. They shouldn’t be able to hear the fight from there. So my first problem was taken care of. Now I just had to protect the girl from getting her ass beat.
I watched and waited. I couldn’t attack the girl unless she attacked first. I especially couldn’t use Manipulation on her without a legitimate reason. Which came only moments later when she backhanded my girl across the face.
As I cleared my mind and readied myself to do something, my girl came back and punched her square in the face, sending her flying across the hall. I almost lost my concentration I was so impressed.
The larger girl stood back up. Slam into the wall. She pulled back towards me and hit the wall of lockers hard. Again. Everyone in the school shut up and just watched as she kept slamming into the metal. My girl crept along on the other side, going completely unnoticed. I chuckled. Smooth.
I heard the bird squawk only seconds before it crashed into my head. Claws dug into my scalp and pushed with incredible force. “Son of a…” I lost my balance and fell off the branch.
I couldn’t slow myself down. I couldn’t prepare myself. My back hit the hardened dirt with a loud and incredibly painful thud. I clenched my eyes tight as fire spread across my entire body. Every part of me vibrated.
After another minute, I finally opened my eyes, but otherwise didn’t move. “Ow.” I hated my job sometimes. Dawson must be smoking some really good crack if he actually considered this gig an honor.
I tried to suppress the pain as best as I could before I stood back up. Everything ached. Still, my job wasn’t done yet. Damn it.
Taking a deep breath I leapt into the air and grabbed hold of the branch I just fell off of. I pulled myself up and sat back down. I turned back to the school.
The big girl had run across the hall in my absence. Before I could do anything, she pulled back and punched my girl square in the face. Her head flew back and slammed hard into a locker. I cringed. Using my thoughts, I grabbed the big girl and threw back into the locker one more time.
Not that any of that mattered. My girl was down, about to pass out. Her friend was next to her trying to wake her, but having no luck. And the bird slammed into my head again, sending me to the ground again. Damn it!
My name is Collin Black, I can't move and if she died, I was so screwed.