---UPDATE MK2---
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the lunchbox made contact with the boy's face, pulling Ferris out of the moment and back into the present. Her head throbbed as she tried to make sense of the two different sets of memories pertaining to the same day. In the first, she'd gone home hungry and miserable, but in the second she'd been dragged off the boy's body and to the principal's office. She vividly remembered the spitting match that ensued between her father and the boy's parents as the former was accused of letting his psychopath of a daughter beat up their sweet, innocent bo-.
Hang on a second. Daughter?
Ferris's head throbbed as new memories began to trickle in. She could remember the apprehension that hung in the air on the day she got back from her suspension, and the fearful whispers that followed her every step. Needless to say, the only people who'd dared to cross her after that incident were newcomers to the school, looking to make a name for themselves by taking on the crazy girl who broke a boy's jaw with her lunch box. Her nose shuddered, contorting ever so subtly as the numerous fights she'd gotten into throughout elementary school took their toll.
"This... Isn't... Right..." Ferris said through clenched teeth. A multitude of tiny, practically invisible scars cut their way across her knuckles as she grasped her head in her hands. She could feel her old memories being scrubbed out as the new ones continued to hammer their way into her mind.
Ferris didn't recognize herself in those memories. She saw a thuggish girl who didn't so much lash out at the world as constantly dare it to fight her. That girl wasn't a meek boy who let everyone walk all over him in his attempts at being nice. No, the girl was
feared. The girl was
respected. The girl was everything Ferris hadn't been, everything he could have been if he hadn't been such an
utterly pathetic coward.
Ferris lowered her hands. The throbbing hadn't gone away, if anything, it was worsening by the second. But that didn't bother her any more. No, the more glimpses she got of the girl's life, the angrier she became at the boy she'd been. The old Ferris just coasted through middle school, always trying to please everyone, from his parents to his teachers to his so-called friends. high school hadn't been much better, when he suddenly found himself being pulled in a thousand different directions, to go to
this event and
that fundraiser and
oh, could you also help me with me essay, and by help I mean write the whole damned thing? On top of that he'd been an absolute loner, unable to get a date as he'd been too busy helping everyone with everything to even notice a girl's attention, if any attention was being paid to him at all besides Hey Ferris, did you get my project done?
The girl hadn't been like that. Even when she'd been forced to reign in her violent impulses to avoid getting carted off to a Youth Detention Center, the girl remained a force to be reckoned with. She'd taken up and boxing in middle school, and discovered that her relentless brutality translated well, making her a terrifying hybrid of a slugger and swarmer. Her dedication and success at the combat sport, along with the numerous trophies she'd managed to acquire in a very short span of time, only served to heighten her status as the most dangerous girl to ever stalk the halls. This reputation stuck with her even as she entered high school in all of its tumultuous, hormonal glory. It kept away most of unwanted attention, at least for the first year or so. And then...
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Don'tcha love cliff hangers?
Anyways, I think it turned out much better this time around than last time. And given my current rate of productivity, I might even be able to get the next part done this weekend! Woo!