“Yes, sir, thank you for the advice. Can I go now?”
“Not so fast. Since you were going to commit an act of violence you will receive a consequence.”
“Did you not see them shove me into the lockers?”

“No, all I saw was your arm go up as if you were going to hit someone and the three looked very afraid of you. They were Bella, Fallon and Anastasia, correct?”

At the mention of their names, my tattoo scorched me. I flinched and rubbed it to numb some of the pain before replying to Principal Williams.
“Principal Williams, with all due respect, they were the ones who prompted me to hit them. They should be getting punished for actually hurting me.”
“If I didn’t see it, it never happened.”
“That is such bull! You just don’t want to punish Anastasia because her father stuffs a fat check in your bank account every month!” I huffed angrily.

Anastasia’s father, Maximus Wellborne, is the mayor of our town. In exchange for making sure Anastasia has perfect grades, Mr. Wellborne rewards our principal with a five-thousand-dollar check every month. Clearly, Principal Williams doesn’t want to piss off the guy that makes sure he has food on his table.
“You are being incredibly disrespectful right now, Miss Vatore! Two weeks detention, and I want forty hours of community service by the end of the month,” he said, slamming his fist down on the desk.

I screamed in frustration and let the Hurricane take over me in full force. I slowly stood up from my seat and pounded my hand on his desk. Lightning shot out of my hand and splintered the mahogany desk into millions of pieces. I looked back up at him, watching his bulging eyes analyze the situation. Realizing that he wasn’t going to say anything, I walked out of the office and set on my quest to find the three. Upon leaving his office, I felt… different. I decided to go to the restroom to see if I looked as unfamiliar as I felt.

In the restroom, I checked my reflection in the mirror, and I did indeed look like a completely different person. My usually dark brown hair was drained of all its color, leaving it entirely stark white. My black eyes were replaced with a deep violet color, and all the visible veins in my face, eyelids, and wrists were the same blinding purple as that of a bolt of lightning. Lilith Vatore wasn’t the girl who looked back at me in the mirror; this was the Hurricane, inside and out.

Thoroughly shaken by my new appearance, I looked away from the mirror and left the restroom. Just then, someone smacked right into me.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going, idiot!”
Right when I was about to spit out my rebuttal, I looked into the girl’s face. It was none other than Miss Anastasia Wellborne herself. I smiled and laughed; this was just too perfect. She and I here, with no one else around to witness what could happen. And I look completely different! What a stroke of luck!

“You’re gonna regret what you did…” I started, looking at her awe-filled expression.
“I didn’t do anything, you’re the one who bumped into me,” she said, dropping the look of reverence, rolling her eyes, and trying to get around me.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
“I know you’re pissing me off.”
Infuriated by the remark, I coaxed a slight bolt of lightning out of my hand and toyed with it in front of her face, bouncing it back and forth, like one does with a slinky. She followed the bolt with her eyes, mesmerized.
“Did you know that this very little bolt that I am playing with right now can kill you?” I asked, watching her eyes widen in fear.
“Li- Lilith? Are you Lilith? I thought I recognized the purple eyes. Listen man, all that crap I said earlier, it was all a joke. Are we cool?” her words came out like vomit; she blurted them all out at once. She tried to maintain composure, but was still frightened. I don’t need the other ones, once I strike her, I’ll be fine, and the Hurricane will be satisfied.
I glared at her through white hair that found its way to my face, “No, we’re not cool.”

Her eyes widened in panic as I raised my hand to strike. I forced all my concentration and pain into summoning a lethal dose of lightning into this one hit. I stared at her and glanced over at my hand; the lightning was trapped inside my palm, begging to be released. I smiled and said in a voice that resembled thunder, “Didn’t your parents teach you to stay away from the eye of the hurricane?” With that said, I smacked my hand on her skull, transferring my lightning to her. Her body tensed and convulsed, as if it was trying to fight back, but it was no use. Once Anastasia’s head hit the ground, I knew she was gone. I nudged her head with my foot just to make sure, and as I thought, she was unresponsive. I stood there, staring at her dead body, suddenly hit with a pang of guilt. I just murdered someone. Finally realizing the gravity of the situation, I bolted out of the restroom and out of the school building. Sprinting across the courtyard, I was met with six armed police officers. My heart skipped a beat. There was no way someone found out about Anastasia already.
“Get down!”

“Hands where I can see ‘em!”
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!”
All the officers shouted at me and I slowly sank to my knees, placing my hands behind my head. I took in shaky breaths, knowing I was going to be put in jail. I watched as the officers came closer, guns pointed at me. Then it dawned on me, I can and will fight my way out of this.

Written by: Elodie Hollant