Soviet Russia and The Order of Stalin » Places

         "Look here, first year, I don't want no trouble with the school, so just give me your books and we'll be on our way," a voice said.

I was sitting in a corner, waiting for the bell to ring. I was in my classroom, waiting for the class to start and/or the teacher to walk in. Whichever came first. It was quite entertaining to watch what would happen before the teacher walked in. Currently, some guys in my grade were abusing a first year. What a first year is doing in my class, I'll never know, but you know what, I don't really care. Well, I didn't care until I saw what they were doing to her.

One of the guys had pulled a wand on her and pointing it straight at her chest. His accomplice was just sneering in the background. I really should know their names by now. What were their names? Olaf and Pinto? Yeah, those were their names, I guess. Well, I was watching what they were doing, and realizing that I should do something, I got up and walked over to them.

"Hey, guys, why don't you try picking on someone your own size?" I asked them. They looked at me.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Cherlin?" the bigger one, Olaf, said to me.

"Because I don't want you to hurt her," was my simple answer.

"Don't act so tough, Anastasia," the other one, Pinto, said to me. "You know you can't take on both of us at the same time.

"Yeah? Try me," I said to them threateningly.

I noticed that there were other people in my class as well, but I didn't have time to worry about them. If I didn't watch what I was doing, I'd get hurt. I calmly took care of the situation before I did something she would regret later. Though, she still had a hand on her wand that was in her robe pocket.

"The teacher will be here soon, boys. I'd say sit down before I curse you both and you two have to go home with your legs tied like a pretzel," I said to them. They backed off, knowing that I was powerful enough to take them, though I'm only in my third year. I smirked. "I thought so."

I turned to the first year. "You shouldn't be in this class. Where is it?" I asked her. She told me that it was a different class other than this one. "I would ask someone who has that class this period or go find a teacher. Don't get mixed up with the big boys," I told her. Then she scurried away and a sighed. This was going to a be a long year, for everyone.

I took my seat in the middle of the room and I waited for the class to start.

To be honest, I wouldn't want to start anything. If I started a fight, I'd be in bigger trouble. Not that I wasn't already in trouble. I get myself mixed up in all sorts of things. And I've gotten suspended more than once, sometimes by Stalin himself. He didn't want to end my education because of my brains, so he would give me chances, though I don't know why. I don't really deserve them.

The bell rang, and some people walked in late. I don't understand how people could be late in this class. There are some different classrooms and confusing hallways, but by the end of my first year, I knew this place like the back of my hand. Maybe because I've spent my life here looking for passageways and other things.

I watched people enter, hoping that I would know someone, but it didn't turn out that way. This was only my second year hear. I skipped my second year because of the fact that I needed to take care of my family. We ran into some trouble with the government and I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to my sister and mother. I love them very much and I would be very upset if something happened to them. It was enough that I went looking for trouble, but my family didn't have to suffer because of me. I made sure they were safe.

I sat in my seat, waiting for the start of class.