"Ugh, you are such a bitch Sasuma," Nashori scolded with a deep frown. She was scolding a girl in front of her that had just purposely spilled food down the front of her uniform shirt as part of a normal fight that was always going on between the two girls.
No one besides them ever really knew what started this whole fight thing between them; & at this point in time, it was best that it stayed this way. There were subtly hints that it had something to do with a guy or an ex lover one of the girls, or both of them had once. But still, no one could clearly tell what was wrong between the two.
"I said 'Oops,' didn't you hear me?" Sasuma asked with a smart-ass grin. "Must be that hearing problem of yours again," she laughed.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I do NOT have a hearing problem! What is your obsession with saying I do when you should know damn well that I don't?"
"Just stating the truth."
Nashori could hold back any longer & soon found herself rubbing her knuckles after punching Sasuma in the face, tired of her lies. The fact that she always wore a smart-ass grin during their current fight didn't seem to help any either.
"Hujin, Nashori & Osara, Sasuma!" From the crowd of people that had gathered to watch the new fight unfold between the girls, a sharp voice rung out. The two girls looked at the crowd as it parted & the principal, Mrs. Joharan, emerged, glaring at them. "My office, now."
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"Alright, what caused it this time girls?" Mrs. Joharan asked as she sat behind her desk & the girls took their seats in the chairs in front of the desk. "Sasuma, you first."
"All I did was accidentally spill food down the front of her shirt & she called me a bitch then hit me. I don't see what I did wrong," Sasuma said, smiling at Mrs. Joharan.
Mrs. Joharan looked at Nashori & nodded. "Your turn. Let me hear your side of the story."
Nashori looked at Sasuma & gave her a small glare before she looked at the principal. "I was on my way to the table you assigned me to keep Sasuma & I on separate sides of the lunch room when she spilled the food on me on purpose. That is when I did call her a bitch & she started that hearing problem bull again. The fact that she was wearing her trade mark 'Ha, Ha bitch' grin didn't help the matters any. After she kept it going, that is when I hit her & that is where you came in."
Mrs. Joharan looked down at her desk, nodding as she went over the two sides of the story in her head. It was a few moments before she looked up at the girls again, & when she did, she said the words, "Suspension, one school week, the both of you. Nashori, you are being suspended for hitting Sasuma. Sasuma, you are being suspended for trying to lie to me. No arguments; go to the secretary & have her phone your parents or legal guardians."
"You mean my parents & her guardian?" Sasuma said with a quirked brow as Nashori got up to leave the room.
"Sasuma, for that uncalled for remark you now get in school suspension for two weeks doing clean up work. Unless you have a good enough excuse for not showing up any days you miss will be added on... Miss two full weeks of work & you will be expelled."
"But that's harsh & unfair!"
"I think it's fair enough," Mrs. Joharan said with a stern, unmoving look.
Sasuma huffed as she got up & stormed from the office, pushing Nashori out of the way so she could call her father.
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When Nashori finally made it to the home of her guardian, who was currently bed-ridden, she found a note on the refrigerator letting her know that Mrs. Hitari was at the store with her nurse shopping for the big home they lived in. She wasn't feeling very well so she started some chicken noodle soup, making sure to stir it in the pan while it cooked so it wouldn't burn.
She had lived with Mrs. Hitari for three years so far & the woman got along fine with her & vice versa, but she was always telling stories to her as if they had once been true. But these stories were all too fairy tale-ish to even be remotely true. Mrs. Hitari came to be Nashori's guardian when her parents seemed to disappear off the face of the Earth after a string of weird events took place. No bodies were ever found so if they were murdered someone did a very good job of it or if there was an accident, no one knows where. But deep down, Nashori had the gut feeling that nothing had happened to them & they were living a wonderful new life. If that wasn't the case, then Nashori had no clue of what to think.
When the chicken noodle soup was finished, Nashori put it in a bowl & sat on her cushion at the dining table with her chopsticks & began to eat it. She ate slowly to avoid getting sick incase it was her stomach that was indeed bothering her, which it didn't seem to be. It was something else, but right now she didn't know what it was. After finishing off the chicken noodle soup, she washed her bowl & the chopsticks she used then put the bowl in the cabinet & the chopsticks in the small drawer the two women kept chopsticks in.
Nashori left the kitchen & made her way upstairs to her bedroom, shutting the door. It was cold enough in her bedroom, since her window had been left open again that morning by accident, that she got an extra blanket from her closet shelf & covered herself up, sniffling softly since she was feeling worse. -Stupid winter,- she thought to herself before she drifted off into a deep sleep.
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"Osara, Sasuma I wish you hadn't cast that spell," an old woman with gray hair said as she watched Sasuma eat a bowl of rice. "Should anything severely bad happen to her, it will happen to you. You won't even know what to expect."
"Oh blah bah blah," Sasuma grinned as she finished up the rice. "Nothing will happen to the bitch. I'm just sending her right where she belongs."
"Sasuma, if she is killed or is taken ill, you will suffer it just as she is."
"Grandmother Yurasen, you have nothing to worry about with me. After I cast the spell on her, I made sure to do a protection spell on myself so that I'll be safe should something somehow happen to her. So stop nagging & wash my dishes," Sasuma said as she got up & left the room.