Question11?
Answer: Pizza
"Now if you'll look at the board you'll see the explination for number 2 on the third page of your algebra packet."
Sinthia lazily flipped to page three and looked at the red X jotted across number 2. Ive never been good with algebra she thought and rested her hand on her chin. Gazing out the window she lifted the end of her pencil to her mouth and bit into it, spinning it between her teeth and then biting again. She watched as the underclassmen from the highschool across the road were let out, their blue skirts and trendy hairstyles flipped and swayed in the breeze. She envied other private schools whose classes didnt begin untill the start of her second semester. Just a few more weeks off would have been fine, just time to relax and get things together, but Yakumoto University doesnt believe in wasted time. She glanced tward the teacher once more and then back out the window, it looked like rain and Sinthia prayed for it to hold out atleast till she got the groceries home. But class didnt end for another 15 minutes and it would take another 30 to peddle to the closest grocery store, so the hope of making it anywhere and staying dry, faded. Mr. Takimo the algebra teacher was a stout and slightly overweight, balding, middle aged man. He had a way of making anything sound drole and lack luster so when he began his long explination of the answer to question 5, his words became a jumbled mummble that went in to one of sinthia's ears and out the other. "Would you care to answer number 11 Ms. Draven?" She gazed out the window, chewing on her pencil and being lost in the thought of rain, and groceries and the visitor she was expecting in just two days. Suddenly a paper wad was hurled from across the room and connected with the side of sinthia's head. She sat at attencion immediately and in her suprise bit down on the pencil, busting her bottom lip. She removed the pencil form her mouth as the class began stiffling laughter and whispering comments.
"Yes Mr. Takimo. what- what was the question again?"
"Number 11, please tell the class how you got your answer for number 11."
"Well I..."
She looked down at her paper, scrolled her eyes down the page and found number 11. She placed her hands slowly over the paper and covered the deep red of the X scrawled across question 11. She swallowed. Great, as if it isnt bad enough people think im a boy with implants now they are going to think im mentally retarded too.
"Ms. Draven. Eleven- please."
"I-I didnt answer that one to the best of my ability."
"To the best of your ability? How do you mean? Tell the class your answer."
" I dont have a correct responce sir."
Murmurs and giggles seeped across the room but were cut off by the chiming of the last bell. People glared and looked at Sinthia with mocking eyes as they chatted and laughed carrying their things out of the classroom. She sighed and placed her head in her hands. Her lip stung sharply, so she removed her hand, there was a tiny spreading droplet of blood on her palm like wet paint seeping across a newly painted fence. Some badass you are...You got your lip busted by a paperwad and a number .2 pencil.... She looked out the window again as she stood from her desk. She placed her books and notes into her briefcase, as she watched her classmates make their way outside. A few students looked up and others placed their books or bags over their heads, the rain was coming down now, and mercilessly.
Sinthia made her way peddle by peddle through the rain and down the 6 blocks to the grocery store. It had grown cold suddenly and the raindrops seemed heavy and cruel as bullets as they hit her face and neck. Placing her bike under the canopy of the small store she took her hair down and wrang it out. Her short black hair clung to her face and neck as if plastered there, and her white school shirt clung to her breasts like wet tissue. She stepped into the store and bowed slightly to the shopkeeper.
"Good afternoon Ms. Kinuko. How have you been?"
The elderly lady smiled behind her large glasses and gave a small bow in return. Her face was covered in wrinkles but it was obvious the were from smiling too much, Ms. Kinuko had a great outlook on life despite her health and age.
"Oh hello Sinthia. Im just fine, I lost little Jin yesterday afternoon but a nice gentleman told me to look myself and sure enough he was standing right were I last saw him, looking through the candy store window. Has it began to rain?"
Ms. Kinuko's accent was strong but she spoke english very well. Kindness seeped from her every word and melded with the air like fragrant honey. Sinthia had admired Kinuko from the day she found this little store, there wernt many people like her left in America, let alone elderly.
"Im glad everything worked out fine."
Sinthia lifted a basket from the counter, smiled at Ms. Kinuko once more and stepped down the first isle in search of Cup Ramen. She normally wouldnt do her grocery shopping mid week, but her fiance had gotten enough money to move to Tokyo with her and she knew he would need a lot more food than she had in stock. She hadnt been away for more than a few months but she couldnt remember exactly what he liked. She browsed the isles slowly, placing in any little snack or candy she thought he might have interest in. Not but a few moments into shopping she felt as though she was being watched. She lifted her head and over the chest tall isles she spotted a tall muscular man staring intently at her breasts. His hair was spiked blue, and his jacket read "Akira". Disgusting she thought, what a pervert, go buy a girlie mag or something im not your eye candy. Sinthia lifted the basket to her chest and turned her back to him. She stepped down the fuit isle and placed several oranges and bundles of grapes into her basket. Suddenly she felt breath on her rain-soaked neck.
"So hey baby, your free tonight right? You look like a b***h who would enjoy a good ********."
The mans breath stuck of cheap liquor and his clothes reaked of pot. His hand found its way to Sinthia's a** and gave it a squeeze. He was unbearably close to her and though she shouldnt have felt as threatened as she did, her body was nearly ice cold in fear. Even in a public place like this,-I mean, he cant hurt me right? Not infront of everyone.
"Get your filthy hands off me you a** humping b*****d!"
Sinthia stepped away a few times, expecting the man to grow angry that she had caused a scene. Instead, he winked and blew a kiss, which made her feel even more uncomfortable. She made her way across the store and to the check out. After exhanging a few words with Ms. Kinuko and a good bye she carried her bags out the door to her bike.
"My-..wheres my..and my books- my briefcase! Oh what the hell?! Damn it all to Buddahs Crying ghost!"
Forced to walk home, she headed out, fury warming her from the inside. It had to have been that boy from shcool, the one who threw the paper wad. When I get my hands on him...OOOhhhh...The sky continued to pour its icy tears and the lighting began to fade from yellow-grey to gunmetal black. Sinthia trudged her way down the blocks, one after another, till she crossed the construction sight of the hospital. The hospital was already built of course, it was just an expansion of the maternity wing. Its amazing how the birthrate skyrockets in Tokyo when compaired to several places in the US. She continued on, as the streetlights flickered into life illuminating the sidewalk and creating shadows in the unknown crevaces. Sinthia gazed up for a moment to read the street sign when suddenly she fell over, her bike bumping across something jutting from a shadow. One bag spilled open, the oranges rolled across the sidewalk, and bounced across the street, settling in low spots in the pavement, as rain washed their already shiny rinds.
"Theres that sweet a** I was talking about."
Sinthia looked over her shoulder, her skirt relvealing most of her panties from the way she fell, she reached to cover herself when a hand grabbed hers and pushed it tward the back of her neck with total cruelty. She let out a yelp when her shoulder popped from the force and looked at the face of her asalant.
"Your that a*****e from the store..."
"And your the b***h who owes me a ********."
"Go to hell you creep."
"You first sweet cheeks."
With his other hand he grabbed the back of her hair and lifted her to her feet, the sudden jerking of her head caused her glasses to fall and land upside down on the sidewalk. The enlongated forms of distorted oranges filled the askew lenses as he dragged her into the construction site and up a beam. Sinthia tried to stuggle free, but she believed he dislocated her shoulder, and if he could do that with only one arm, god forbid what he could do with both. Just make it quick ok? Just do what you want and let me go...Just..quick.. He dragged her up flights of makeshift-constucion chairs and shoved her onto a shaft where she fell roughly 6 feet to a wooden platform below. He made his way slowly to her writhing body down a ladder attached to the shaft. Dont let him kill me, not now Ive got to go home and make dinner and clean the house...Ive got to clean the house..and cook him Pizza. I cant do that if im dead. Sinthia writhed on the platform, her shoulder throbbing like no other pain she had felt before. She rolled herself onto her back, and stared at the blurry image of the man looming over her, when he twisted his hand slightly, the glare from the streetlight shown a peice of sharpened metal he was weilding as a weapon. She swallowed, trying to find the right things to say, something clever to get her out of this whole situation. She sat slowly up, but as soon as her torso was vertical, he kicked her in the face sending her hurling back to the floor spread eagle and dazed. Just do what he wants...She lay still a moment, he nose gushing blood which streamed down the sides of her face and mingled with the rain creating a kool-aid consistancy, she could feel her lips swelling and taste the blood seeping from them past her teeth and onto her tongue; salty and unwelcome.
He positioned himself atop her a moment and smiled as he reached and tore open her shirt. Sinthias mind reeled with pain from the boot to her face, the fall, and the broken shoulder. She hardly noticed when he slid the make-shift weapon from navel to collar and cut her bra apart.The insuing cut bled outward and streaked her torso and breasts like war paint. Within moments he was violating her in every ungodly way imaginable. Between the sexual abuse he would toss her to the side of the platform and kick her against rails untill he was ready to have another go. Even when she tried to fight back he would just plunge the metal into her stomach adding to the cascade of blood drenching everything it touched, just like the rain. Then there was a lull in the horror. He kicked her to the edge of the platform and looked beyond her, -below her- and chuckled.
"Your just another stupid b***h with a tight a** and no brains."
'******** you' she thought. Her necklace gleamed with the rain and the streetlights. His hand foud its way to it, and she clutched it as tight as she could. If only she could tell him about how she came to tokyo about her education, how she attened a private school. If only she could speak. He placed his foot on her side and with a shove, her limp body hurdled tward the ground. I can get help when I hit the ground...I'll crawl back to the store and then...A sharp cold-numbness seeped through her veins as her body came to a screeching hault. She moved her hands searching for the ground- but could find none. She directed her blurred sight to her torso, which had something odd about it. A PVC pipe about 4 inches in diameter jutted from her left breast. She hadnt cried intill now, she hadnt cried when he dislocated her shoulder, or threw her, or kicked her, or raped her, but with the last of her energy she cried. I cant die...I have to go home...I have to make Pizza...I have to put the burritos in the freezer- Number 11...Can I answer number 11?...I didnt answer to the best of my ability...I didnt-..Some badass you are...you got breat up by a paper wad and a number.2 pencil... Her neck spazamed once, her head relaxing and her body streching out in an almost crucifixal pose, she stared blankly into the sky, as raindrops hit her open eyes and trickled out the corners, washing away the tears, just as rain washes all things. Im sorry I wont be able...to make you...pizza..
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