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Chpater 21: Batting For The Right To Play Part 2, - Vince's Taunts
Sabrina's POV
I walk into Mr. Jameson Geometry class and sit down at my desk to see a new handout on it. I see we are starting a new unit today after reading the title 'Trigonometry Ratios' on the handout. When the bell rings, Mr. Jameson walks to the front of the room with a big stack of papers in his hands, "Okay class I have the results of last week's test on Geometric Mean and SRT,"
The class groans in unison, I usually don't join in, but this time I did since I couldn't remember any of the formulas even though I looked over my notes every day leading up to the test. I wasn't too confident when I finished that I did well.
Please be a B- or even a B, so my grade doesn't drop below a C.
I look around the room and notice Mr. Jameson walks past a few students and place their tests face down on their desks. He walks up to me and hands me my test. After he turns around to continues to pass out the rest of exams, I pray one more time to 'the Man upstairs.' I slowly look down at my test and see a B+ on the top right-hand corner of the paper. I want to let out a happy shriek, but I didn't need everyone staring at me for making a scene. I just smile and let out a sigh of relief that I got a good grade.
"Okay, class if you're unhappy with your grade. I'll let you retake the test on Friday. Now, it's time to start the next unit," Mr. Jameson says.
The handout Mr. Jameson gave us wasn't helping me at all. It was full of even more words that weren't even sure are even in English I thought it looked like the Cybertronian code Ratchet is trying to teach to Graham and me along with our others lessons about life on Cybertron. I wanted to raise my hand, but I'm scared that everyone would think the smartest kid in class is becoming an idiot. I just keep referencing the worksheet as I continue to take notes.
"Okay, does anyone have any questions?" Mr. Jameson asks.
I start to raise my hand, but the shoulder starts to hurt just like my hand did in Chemistry class. I try not to cry from the pain since it's worse than it was earlier. I see Mr. Jameson eyes widen in shock and his tone shifts to a concerned parent when he sees me wince, "Sabrina, do you need to go see the nurse?"
"No, sir, I'll be okay. I just slept on it wrong. May I be excused to get some air?"
"Of course," Mr. Jameson answers.
I get up and walk over to him. He hands me a hall pass. I leave the room and go to the girl's room again. I stand in front of the mirror then roll up my right sleeve, and I watch the metal start to form on my shoulder.
I don't need all the others students thinking I'm a freak. Vince already makes fun of me because I'm smart. I'm already upset about not being able to beat Priscilla for first chair violin in band class today.
Now my arm is covered from shoulder to the tips of my fingers in shades of blue metal. It stays like that for a moment, until I think about last summer when my family when to Myrtle Beach then it slowly starts to change back to normal. I sigh in relief as the pain subsides. I turn on the water and cup my hands underneath the tap. When they fill with water, I splash it onto the face, push down the handle to shut off the tap and watch it roll down and land in the sink. I notice for the first time that my eyes aren't hazel anymore they've turned to icy blue. After the last of the water drips off my face, I head back to class glad that none walked in and saw my arm covered in metal.
~ Aliens In Jasper?~
I'm glad when the bell rings, and I head to lunch. I smile when he laces his fingers in between mine on my let hand as we continue to walk down the hallway to the cafeteria.
" I just heard that some of the kids have come up with couple names for the two of us?" Graham says.
"Yeah, so what are they?" I sigh
"They have it narrowed down to two names, Grarina and Sabriam," Graham answers.
"I'm not in the mood to get caught up in this right now. We have to find out some way to save the art and music program not just for us but for all of the generations that come after us."
"Why would you care about if your little brother won't get to draw pictures in art class? You two aren't even real brother and sister considering I just found out that you're adopted," Vince taunts.
I let go of Graham's hand and pivot on the right foot. Vince walks up but stops to stand at the end of the hallway with a sly smirk on his face.
"Vince, didn't your parents teach you any manners?"
"No, they didn't,"
"Haven't you heard this quote before, have you? It says 'Family is not defined by our genes...it is built and maintained through love.' I know that my parents love Brandon and me. Why don't you take your opinions somewhere else?" I shout.
"Sabrina, I've always had a hunch you were adopted. Since you look so different than the rest of your family and you are a wimpy band geek. You refuse to fight me, and that makes you a bad role model for your 'little brother' Brandon," Vince taunts.
"I'm going to show you that I'm no wimp. Brandon is my little brother, and I don't care if a DNA test tells us we're not related." I snarl.
Anger slowly starts to build up inside me. I know fighting Vince is wrong, but I need to do it since I want him to get off my back. I clench my fists and am about to charge in at him. Graham stops me by wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Sabrina don't you'll get detention if you fight him," Graham says.
"I know why your birth parents gave you away. You're a hopeless cause they knew you'd grow up to be a loser," Vince taunts.
"That's it," I snap.
I break free of Graham's hold and run up to Vince. I pin him to the floor and hear some students chant "Fight, fight," My fist is inches away from Vince's right eye when I feel someone grab my hand then pull me away. I turn my head and see Mr. Liverance look down at me with a look of shock and disappointment on his face.
"Miss Tucker, what is going on here?" Mr. Liverance asks.
"Vince found out I'm adopted and said that my birth parents gave me away because I'm a hopeless cause,"
"You two are coming to my office now so that I can get both sides of what happened," Mr. Liverance says.
After I have to listen to Mr. Liverance lecture Vince for about ten minutes about how he needs to stop bullying the others students and focus on his school work since this is the third time this semester he has proved another student into a fight Mr. Liverance called his parents, and he got suspend for three days. Mr. Liverance goes easier on me since I didn't start the fight and all I was doing was standing up for myself he gives me a detention and fills out a disciplinary notice for my parents to sign. I leave and head back to the cafeteria to get finally get some lunch.
I hope Mr. and Mrs. Tucker aren't at the base when I get back. I'd hate for the Cliff and the others to see how they react when they have to sign this disciplinary notice.