I stared at the bulky kid who towered over me. It was happening again. The kid was once again jealous of me because I was popular and he wasn't, so he was looking for justification on why he was about to try to beat me up. Try. Which I emphasize and underline.
He reached out a powerful arm to put me in a choke hold, and I ducked under his arm, grabbing the arm and twisting it, shoving it against his back. I pushed him onto the cafeteria table, and he squealed like he was a little girl who'd just fallen down the stairs. I smiled to myself as I held his arm there, making sure that he couldn't flail. The lunch bell rang, and people started to stand. "Alright, Dylan," I said. "This would be you, at my mercy once more. I'm telling you right now. If you ever try to beat me up again and make me miss my whole lunch period because of it, I will literally take your arm, and break it, and tie it with your panties onto the school flagpole. Alright?"
He groaned in response.
"Okay muffin." I jerked his arm, and turned away from him, walking out of the cafeteria. The problem: someone was waiting for me in the doorway. I knew this face so well. The stern mask of dissapointment, the hidden flare of anger, the deep sympathy and hope of the principal as she stared at me. She motioned for me to follow her, but I didn't need to.
I already knew the way to the office like the back of my hand.
When I got into the office after many approving looks and applauses for my standing up to Dylan Cooper, the principal walked inside, closing the door behind her. She took her seat in the swivel chair in front of her desk, and I sat in my chair. Well, it might as well have been my chair seeing as I sat in it more than anyone else in the whole school did. "Sky," the principal said. Before she could finish, I interrupted her.
"He started it!" I exclaimed. "He always tries to beat me up, and he tries to justify it with reasons that don't even support his attempts! When they don't work, he pulls a fact out of thin air, something made up that would make him seem like he's the victim! Dylan Cooper is a bully, and if there's one thing I can't stand in the world, it's a bully! I wasn't going to sit down and let him punch me in the face over and over and over again!"
"I can't stand him! I can't believe that the whole school has had to put up with him for three years now!"
"Like honestly! He's ridiculous! He still believes that we can tip the world off its axis if everyone in China jumps at the same time! The kid is such a pain in the--"
"SKY!" the principal exclaimed. I looked up at her, and she looked like she was about to laugh. "You aren't in trouble, Sky! I know what Dylan is like."
"I'm not?" I asked, puzzled. "But I basically just told a grade 11 bully that I would break his sh-- his crap-- off his body if he ever tried to bully me again. And I'm not in trouble?"
"No," she said. "Would you like to be?"
"NO!" I exclaimed. "No, I think I'll be fine. If I'm not in trouble, then why am I in the office?"
"Will you let me tell you this time?" she asked with a smile. I blushed and I nodded, leaning in. "There's a special... program that you've been invited to by a man named... Mr. A. Kaitlyn Marshall was invited as well. I don't know who he is, but he sent a pamphlet." She handed me the booklet.
I looked at it for a while. On the front of it was the word Omega with the symbol 'Ω' used as the 'O'. The pamphlet had pictures of the building. My heart jumped as I looked at the pictures. The architecture of the buildings were amazing! They were seemingly designed to look like ancient Greek buildings--temples, even. The main building was white, with corinthian columns and a huge domed ceiling. There were statues on either side of the entrance. The ither buildings were smaller, but just as wondrous as the first one.
They were like other temples, only they each looked different than the other. Some were made to look like they were glowing with eerie coloured lights, others were so bright they looked like flames rolled off of them. They were each close together.
Then there were the pictures of the kids that were running around, looking like they were having a blast. I was suddenly excited, and I read the writing on the side. "When does it start?" I asked.
"Next week," she replied.
"Where is it?"
"Um... that's the issue. I'm not sure. The location isn't listed there, so I don't know. They said that they'll pick you up."
"But... whoever this Mr. A guy is, he doesn't even know where I live!" I said.
"He said he'd know by the time you agreed," the principal replied.
"So he knew I was going to say yes?"
"Sky, you know, I'm not a fan of 20 questions," she answered. "You should be heading to class, you know. Go! Take the pamphlet with you."
I got up, spun on my heels and headed out the door, still wondering about the camp. Maybe she was joking. Maybe she really did know where it was. I looked back at the pictures, and I smiled, realizing that I didn't really care. I was just excited to go.