"i don't think what you're saying is teaching us anything." my teacher looked at me like i had insulted his grandmother.
"how do you-"
"let me finish," i interrupted him, "you just said, and i quote, "she was an unnecessary whore, like so many other women back then." i'm sorry, but have you read even one book about the times back then? women had no rights, they couldn't work, they weren't allowed. but just like men, they needed money to feed themselves and survive, and i'm sure if you had been an unmarried woman in those times, you would have done exactly the same thing. besides, i find the term "unnecessary" very inappropriate, because quite apart from the fact that some women didn't have a choice, there are still women working in this field now, and they have no right to make such a fuss about it."
i got some appreciative looks.
"get out!" my teacher growled.
without a word, i packed my things into my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. i took my skateboard, left the room and closed the door behind me.
as quietly as i could, i put my board on the floor and started skating down the hallway. actually, you had to wait outside the door when you got kicked out, but i didn't care. it was way too much fun to skate through the school. i rode around a corner and almost crashed into our janitor.
"sorry." i apologized as i noticed he was steaming strangely and his skin looked leathery. i ripped my knife out of my jacket pocket and threw it right into his heart. he turned into a pile of sand.
"i've killed you a few times now, alecto," i stated as if she could hear me. maybe she could, i'm not sure.
i pulled my knife out of the sand pile and put it back in my jacket pocket. it was a pretty small knife. i didn't know what it looked like to mortals, maybe too big a toothpick. i hoped the mist didn't make it look like a gun. that could get me into trouble, and i already had enough problems.
