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LONDON, ENGLAND
SEPTEMBER 3, 2022
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THE PRIME MINISTER'S PULSE QUICKENED at the very thought of these accusations, for they were neither fair nor true. How on earth was his government supposed to have stopped that bridge collapsing? It was outrageous for anybody to suggest that they were not spending enough on bridges. The bridge was fewer than ten years old, and the best experts were at a loss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two, sending a dozen cars into the watery depths of the river below.
And how dare anyone suggest that it was the lack of policemen that had resulted in those two very nasty and well-publicized murders? Or that the government should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had caused so much damage to both people and property? And was it his fault that one of his Junior Ministers, Herbert Chorley, had chosen this week to act so peculiarly that he was now going to be spending a lot more time with his family?
"Miss Collins?"
"Miss Collins!"
Gwen sat up with a start, ripping off a corner of her worksheet and slipping it between two pages to save where she left off before snapping her book shut in one fluid motion. To say she was shocked out of her wits by her teacher suddenly addressing her would be an understatement, rendered at a loss for words as she sat there frozen, mouth agape, her face glowing red in embarrassment.
Upon watching the exchange between their teacher Mr Dumass, whose unfortunate last name had prompted him to request his students to simply call him 'Mr D' (which frankly wasn't all that better), and the book obsessed brunette, a couple students in the vicinity started to snicker, encouraging others nearby to do the same, barely managing to stifle their laughter behind closed mouths. However, they eventually grew silent when Mr D shot each of them a dirty look; his top lip, which was hidden by his unruly mustache, curled upwards in a sneer as he then turned to face Gwen.
"Miss Collins this is the third time this week. I've been very lenient with you considering how we just got back from summer vacation, but I'm afraid that you've run out of warnings and I will need to hold you accountable for your misbehavior."
His voice was snide as he looked down at the girl with hooded eyes, his nose upturned in a false pretense of significance. Needless to say, the dark curly haired man who oddly resembled a bird, reminded Gwen greatly of the mysterious yet undeniably rude character, Severus Snape. At this amusing thought, the corner of her lips tugged upward in a small smile as she faced her teacher with newfound bravery.
"What misbehavior?"
"I-I beg your pardon?" Mr D sputtered, at a loss for words, not expecting the usually quiet girl to speak up, much less challenge him. He then cleared his throat, subsequently regaining his composure, "Congratulations Collins, your cheek just earned you a day's worth of detention. I expect you here bright and early tomorrow, ready to write lines."
Not generally affected by the notion of detention, Gwen merely rolled her eyes once the teacher's back was turned, more exasperated if anything by the fact that the middle aged man still swore by the punishment of writing lines, even though they were well into the year 2022- which was ironic considering how the class Mr D so halfheartedly taught happened to be World History.
And it was unsurprisingly due to this fact, that Gwen hated World History.
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FORTUNATELY, THE NEXT FEW CLASSES went by quickly and were not nearly as agonizing to sit through as World History. However, as she neared the end of the school day, Gwen soon found herself facing Study Hall. Which, of course was generally easy considering how they weren't being taught anything for the whole allotted time- but it was the people in the class that made the period less enjoyable, and therefore a nuisance in her day.
"Hey," one of the boys, named Dean, sitting behind her called out, tapping on the back of her chair with a pencil. "Hey nerd, whatcha reading? Harry Potter again?" he asked, a smug smile resting prominently on his face as he snickered quietly under his breath, as if actually believing that his jab at the brunette was by any means good.
Gwen merely rolled her eyes in response, using another one of her makeshift bookmarks to mark her place before shutting her hardback book closed with a snap. "It's Little Women actually, you dumb fuck."
Dumbfounded by the nerdy girl's unbecoming use of words in retaliation, Dean's gray eyes widened, and he bit the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his initial feeling of embarrassment, before he subsequently decided that reacting in anger was a far better choice than staying stunned and silent. "If I were you, I'd watch that foul mouth of yours, Collins.."
A pause. Don't say it... Don't say it... "Funny, cause your mom seemed to love my 'foul mouth' last night, Dean-o." And there it was: the classic your mom joke, which frankly, was to be expected from the brunette who spent a majority of her time on the internet.
Dean however, definitely did not appreciate Gwen's colorful retort, his nostrils flaring as his face shone bright red in sheer anger. "Keep my mom's name out of your fucking mouth, ya dirty orphan!"
Gwen at first was taken aback by the teen boy's response, but once the initial shock had worn off, a quiet snicker escaped her lips, her brown eyes glistening with a hint of playfulness and mischief, as if she knew something the other didn't. "Okay, geez! Calm yourself, Will Smith..."
"What the- Oh.. Quit being such a smart-ass you nerdy freak!"
"Well that's certainly a step up from 'dirty orphan.' I commend you for your updated use of insults, Dean."
Then suddenly, and without a moment's hesitation, before Gwen could even utter a word of protest the teen boy's meaty fist collided with her face, successfully wiping off the brunette's smirk as a result.
Not to say the punch wasn't deserved, which of course it was- Gwen was being a bitchy smart-ass, as per usual. But punching an orphan? So not cool.
However, unfortunately for them both, the supervising teacher had a completely different view of what went down, claiming that boys weren't allowed to hit girls, but Gwen also antagonized him and was therefore asking for it.
This, most unsurprisingly, enraged Gwen to a great degree, and she simply couldn't help but speak out- arguing with the authority member that she wasn't 'asking for it' at all and no person in their right mind would genuinely want to be punched.
Needless to say, study hall ended up being a lot longer than usual...
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ONCE SCHOOL HAD FINALLY ENDED AND there was no longer anything, nor anyone, to keep her inside the desolate building that at times often felt void of life, Gwen walked at a brisk pace to the bus loop, where the transit bus issued specifically for her location awaited.
And although the brunette was eager to leave the school grounds, she could never relax at the thought of returning "home" to a family who never seemed to give two shits about her, so instead of maintaining her 'giddy' disposition even when on the bus, Gwen merely let out a sigh as she plugged in her earphones and started playing a few of her favorite songs she had downloaded on her phone.
Without traffic, the bus would usually take about thirty minutes to get to her neighborhood, but today they had no such luck. Cars lined the streets, frantically trying to outrun the storm as it brewed overhead; heavy blackened clouds slowly swilling into view like a cat's paws touching the ground.
Then suddenly, the rain finally came, and any thoughts that had inhabited her mind beforehand de-materialized entirely, the music she had playing through her earphones growing faint; methodically acting like white noise as Gwen gazed out the window at the rain droplets.
Gwen was soon brought out of her reverie when the bus suddenly lurched to a stop before the opening of a small neighborhood, which conveniently enough, happened to be hers.
Standing up from her seat, the brunette swung her book bag over her shoulder as she then made her way to the front of the bus. "Thanks Miss Donnelly! See you tomorrow!" she called out, sending the driver a small wave before walking off onto the pavement.
Before she made any move to start walking however, the brunette glanced around quickly, and upon discovering that there was no one around, a grin began to form on her face as she started blasting 'Bohemian Rhapsody' on her headphones while singing along quite loudly and badly. "Mamaaa- just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead!"Β
This continued on for a while, until suddenly, when Gwen reached the midpoint of the song, lightning flashed in the distance, subsequently gaining the young girl's attention briefly before she brushed it off, simply returning to her music. "Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightening me- Galileo! Galileo! Gali-"
She was cut off once again by the rolling of thunder and another bright flash of lightning, this time considerably closer than the previous one. "Weird... the lightning is syncing with the music. I guess God is just a big Queen fan..."
Gwen un-paused her music; and just as she did so, not even a full five seconds later, yet another strike of lightning lit up the sky, only this time, not only was the lightning close in distance, but it had now started to strike the earth; charring the paved sidewalk on the other side of the street Gwen had been walking on.
Shaken by her dangerously close proximity to the lightning , the teenager's phone, and headphones along with it, fell to the ground in a heap as Gwen, with clammy hands made slick with sweat, lost her grip on the device. "Holy shit!"
When the next bolt of lightning hit, the brunette barely had any time to blink as she was suddenly cast in a bright light and a tremor shook her to her very core, electrifying her every senses. It felt as if she had just been kicked in the back of the head by a horse; the wind seemingly having been knocked all out of her.
Immediately after this sensation however, for a brief moment, Gwen felt energized- adrenaline coursing through her veins, while at the same time, her ears began to ring uncontrollably until all other sound became mere faint background noise to her.
"What the bloody hell..." someone muttered from beside her? or was it behind her? Gwen could scarcely make out the person's voice, and her ability to see was fading fast as the edges of her vision started to darken.
"Albus! Come quick! It.. It's a girl- she just appeared here."
A second silhouette then came into view; the only detail she was able to discern of them being a pair of half moon spectacles, which glinted brightly in the golden hour of the evening.
Before Gwen could even process who in fact was looming over her however, dark spots pressed in on the sides of her vision until it felt like she was looking through a foggy tunnel, and the world tilted as suddenly everything fell into darkness.
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SOMEWHERE FAR OFF ON A RANDOMΒ street on the side of the road, a song continued to play its final musical flourish faintly through the speakers on a pair of headphones, the last lyric reverberating as the sound carried as far as it could with what little amplification it had.
Any way the wind blows...
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