29 Living Memories (1/2)

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It kind of hurts that he assumes I'm like them mean, popular kids, all because I look like this. Well I'll just have to prove to him that's not true.

After talking with the PE instructor she hands me really small blue shorts and red tank. No wonder I used to skip gym when I was fat. This little outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination.

The locker room is full of half-naked girls changing and gossiping. My ears instantly pick up on a certain monotone voice I haven't heard in two years. My legs move without my knowledge following the sound.

Standing there in blue shorts and black bra is no other than my nemesis; Kim. Her hair is back to its normal brown but shorter. Her body isn't as great as it was, she has gained at least 15 pounds judging by her little pot belly.

”You must be the new girl everybody talking about?” I briefly tear my eyes away to look at one of the four girls around Kim who has spoken to me. It so happens to be my sister right hand twin Josie.

An image of her dumping milk over my head my last day here assaults me. I have to physically fight myself not to rip her apart this very moment. I can feel all the girls watching me.

”Are you slow?” Josie asks making the other girls laugh, all but Kim.

Kim continues to watch me with mild curiosity. For a moment I think she recognizes me

”Maybe she's slow and a mute” another blonde girl adds causing more laughter.

These comments don't bother me. What does is the fact that I can't form any words. Seeing my sister a few feet away has so many things going through my head. A small part is actually happy to her alive and well. A bigger part wants to smash her face into the nearest locker.

The bell rings ending the awkward stare down. The girls all shove past me roughly. Kim is the last one to past. When she bumps my shoulder it's so hard I stumble a little.

What the hell! I'm a vampire! I don't stumble anymore. I'm so pissed at myself for letting her take me off my guard like that! I pace the empty locker room. Why couldn't I speak? It must have been the shock. Well that will not happen again. She ran me away once, she won't do it again. I'm a new Ana now! I hope she wore her big girl panties today because I'm about to give her hell.

I hurriedly change my clothes and rush into the gym. They sent all the boys outside to play football, leaving the girls to play dodge ball inside. Perfect!

”New girl! Team A” The instructor tells me. I look over to team A, its Kim and her minions shooting daggers at me

”Uh is it okay if I'm team B, uh B is my favorite letter” I say shyly. It would be hard to explain why I'm throwing balls at my teammates. She signs but waves her hand to team B. The girls smile hesitant at me when I join.

Standing against the fall wall I stare at the six red balls in the center of the room and the ten girls on the far wall behind it.

Each of them had some role to play in my many years of bullying. Either by joining or ignoring; even some of the girls on my own team are in that boat.

However none was worse than Kim and her four ”besties” I look at the five girls closely. Come on coach blow the damn whistle! I'm so anxious to throw some balls!

Finally the whistle sounds. I try to run at a human speed but I still get to balls in the center before anyone else. I snatch two quickly. Just as I get them in my hands I launch them at two girls from the opposite team running away. Another girl throws a ball and I catch it with ease. Three down.

My teammates take out a few and get taken out themselves. I see Josie yanking a ball from her teammate's hand throwing it at me. I catch it and ferociously throw it back. The ball smacks Josie in the face. She goes down hard. I laugh along with the other girls.

”Hey no hitting in the face!” the teacher yells at me. I shrug and mouth ”sorry” sarcastically of course.

Josie gets to her feet and runs from the gym with her bleeding nose. Kim glares at me. So I do the only logical thing and wink at her. I can see smoke coming out of her ears.

We are the only two left playing. She grabs a ball and angrily throws it at me. I dodge easily. She tries again and I duck. Kim screams in frustration tossing 3 more balls; all miss me.

This is the most fun I've ever had with my big sister.

I'm still holding one ball in my hand. I launch it hard. It smashed into her stomach. I can hear the whoosh of air leave her lips as she flies back.

It felt so good to hit her; too good.

I'm not ready to stop.

I pick up a ball at my feet and throw that one too. It cracks her on the side of the head.

I grab another ball; it bounces off her exposed thigh. Kim screams on the ground. I grab another

”Hey! Enough!” The coach yells rushing to Kim's aide.

I close my eyes to keep myself from hyping out. The anger I felt was getting to an uncontrollable level. When I open my eyes everyone is staring at me. Kim looks savagely pissed off. Red welts are on her thigh and cheek.

She pushes the instructor off of her and angrily limps in my direction. I hold my ground. Kim bullied me long enough. She's overdue for some pack back

”You fucked with the wrong girl” She says venomously not even an inch from my face. Kim is so close I can smell the banana she had for breakfast. And tequila?