Snippet #2429082

(Alright.)

Scarlett sighed deeply. She had no idea what she was going to say to her parents. How would she be able to come up with a story this quick?! Her house was only a few blocks away from the school. Even when she was limping, she should get there in less then five minutes. Though, it also didn't help the fact her foot was aching more than she thought was possible, as she lugged it along.
She groaned quietly, the more she walked, the more it hurt. She wasn't going to be able to focus on excuses if this pain didn't let up. Plus, it wasn't like she could stop, she was already going to be quizzed when she got home...Hopefully it was just her Mom. She happened to be less strict, and ask less specific questions.
Scarlett took a deep breath, then started to force herself to think of something.
...What should I say about my ankle? I really shouldn't tell the truth, considering the fact that Dad might get raged...and...stuff could happen. She spared the demon for a reason. Perhaps I can say I tripped? And I was late because I tripped, and I lost my phone?
Quickly, realizing she might have actually lost her phone, she slipped her hand into her pocket, only to find it wasn't there.
"At least it helps on my side."
She muttered, so quietly she could barely hear. Shaking her head slightly, Scarlett went back to thinking.
But I really don't want to lie...And that would be a lot of lies. Maybe...Maybe I could pretend it didn't happen? As if I never hurt my ankle?
She nodded quickly at the thought, knowing it would hurt, but it was worth avoiding the lie. Now she just needed to think about her back up story. How about she was studying? She was about to shake her head at the idea, but it was too late, she was already at her doorstep. Holding her breath, Scarlett gently placed her foot on the ground, starting to put pressure on it as she turned the door knob. She hissed silently, and quickly opened the door, releasing a gust of wind in her direction, as it blew back her blonde hair. The pain was tremendous, and that was an understatement. A very large understatement.
Pressing her teeth into her lip to distract her from her foot, she finally noticed her Mother, who was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, and her eyebrows arched. She had a phone in one hand, and a half eaten chocolate bar in the other.
"Hi, Mom."
Scarlett gave a crooked smile, more like a I'm sorry smile, then a smile at all. She narrowed her eyebrows,
"How come you came home so late today?"
She asked, taking a bite of the chocolate bar.
"..I-I was studying."
Scarlett wasn't the best liar around. Her Mom walked towards her.
"Studying? It's the first day of school, what could you have possibly studied?"
She sunk her teeth deeper into her lip.
"...Rules? Yes, rules! I was studying the rules."
She sighed, shaking her head, and placing her hand on Scarlett's shoulder.
"You know what? Whatever thing you did, don't tell me. It's not my job to get into your life...Well...Part of the time. But, just don't let this happen again, okay?"
Scarlett let out a sigh of great relief, and nodded, jogging to her room, putting most of the pressure on the ankle she didn't hurt. Quickly, without a sound, she swiftly hopped onto her bed. The first thing she did was rip off her shoes, and socks, and squeeze her ankle. It didn't ease the pain, but at least it made her feel like she was easing it. She could swear it was throbbing, but under no circumstances was she going to tell her parents about this...Where was Dad, anyway? She'd find out sooner or later.
Scarlett held her ankle for quite some time, watching the digital clock on her nightstand tick until it displayed 10:00. Now, it was dark in her room. She didn't bother to turn the lights on when she came in, so now, she was just sitting in utter silence, not to mention darkness. Though, her eyes were still adjusted, so she could still see the small details of her room.
Suddenly, there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and footsteps.
Must be Dad.
She thought, wondering why he was home so late. Shrugging, she carefully propped herself beneath the covers, and fell to sleep.



Scarlett had decided to take the bus today. Not only was it more convenient, but she wasn't in the mood to walk today. Neither was her foot. Though, it was feeling better, but that was probably because at about two in the morning she 'borrowed' one of her Dad's books, and found the word heal in angel tongue. It helped, but it didn't necessarily heal it all the way. She was only sixteen, either way.
Soon, she was leading herself out of the bus. It didn't hurt as bad to walk on it either, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt. If you looked close enough, you could notice she was walking rather oddly. Not that it mattered. When she was walking into the school, she stifled a laugh, spotting the demon sleeping on a bench in the lobby.
How amusing.
She thought, as she walked by him.