Crystal Eyes

~(13)~

~*E l l e r y*~

      His hand enveloped mine. I tensed, rock solid as he tugged me to my feet and my body left the damp grass. His fingers caressed my palm, shivers scattered my body. James rushed us into the school with urgent tugs. What about the trays? I fingerspelled wearily with my free hand. We will get them after school. 

      My feet almost flipped out from under me when the girl's bathroom swung open and revealed the one and only Sarah. She swiped a look at our entangled fingers. I tipped my head to peer at the ground, covering my scraped up cheek. Her fists clenched when I glimpsed back as my feet were rapidly attempting to keep pace with James. I wasn't even sure if we were headed the correct way.

      I crashed into James' spine when he arrived at a screeching halt. My head smacked into his back because of my lack of attention. He shifted and our hands finally slipped apart as Rhonda glared from the History door. Her eyes were drawn. We walked slowly into class and I could tell Mrs. Tannon's speaking halted when we entered guiltily. 

      We merely slipped past everyone with doomed glances. My hands fiddled at my sides when I slumped into my seat and Rhonda glared. Where have you been? she signed frantically. 
Just as I was on the verge of replying, the door busted open with a harsh dive. James and I both drew our attention, I was a minute late since I had only witnessed it out of my peripheral vision. 

      The principle...Mr. Dallowa made his entrance and said something...by the ways his lips had departed he stated it strongly. My eyes progressed to Rhonda for a translation...she remained a moment before picking up her hands to sign. He wants you in his office...Both you and James. 

       Mr. Dallowa's intense glare caused my hands to fluidly depart towards my bag. James seemed utterly astonished, he picked himself up and cradled my arm as I stood. The weight of my bag added onto the heaviness swelling in my chest. James' traveled nearly behind me, his eyes faltered on Mr. Dallowa's bobbing form. 

      We trailed to his nicely scented office...like pine and freshly cleaned wood. The scent was of little importance though. Sarah sat by the desk, her eyes watering and her cheeks red with a  deep flush. I witnessed her back heave as if she was sobbing and choking. A sort of sympathy build in my chest...that was before it was revealed the reason we were sent down here. 

      I tilted to James who was signing Mr. Dallowa's words, It's come to my attention that there has been some conflict going on between you three. Mostly you two...Sarah claims that Elery pushed her on the bus, called her an inappropriate slur, and slapped her at a restaurant just last night and, when she tried to make peace just a few moments ago Ellery insulted her and tossed mashed potatoes on her boots. 

      My mouth would've dragged on the ground had it dropped open any further. James' glare held the exact emotions streaming through his system. The equivalent to mine. Shock, astonishment and severe irritation. Fury and rage also flourished inside my gut. How dare she? She didn't have to take it this far. Now it's game on.

      Translate me? James nodded. I built up a moment of silence before signing angrily. I made sure Sarah watched my hands as they slammed against each other. 

      With all respect, Mr. Dallowa. She was the assaulter here! She shoved me on the bus, ask James because he picked me up! She called me a deaf bitch, ask James he heard her. She slapped me just last night, I have the scars to prove it. I pulled my hair away to reveal the red irritated scratch marks running down my cheek. After the words left James mouth, their eyes traveled to me. Sarah's eyes cleared up real fast as Mr. Dallowa dropped his mouth open, glancing at Sarah.