Lilly Thingie

“Do you even realize what you’ve done young lady?” A voice yelled out in a small, cramped school office. Lilly stood there silently, arms crossed and staring off into the shelf containing dusty old books detailing the past efforts of prior Russian educators. The dust was so apparent that it almost seemed like the whole shelf was constructed by cobwebs. Before her was a rather fancy wooden office table, decorated in knick knacks and awards detailing the principal’s achievements. What their name was never mattered to Lilly, other than he was a rather tall and lanky man whose arms could be mistaken for stretched out bones.  Another minute passed with the principal glaring at Lilly with silent rage and yet not a single word came from her mouth.
It happened again, a third time this month, the 7th incident this year. Lilly clashed with another girl of her class, an argument that she could scarcely recall that was about popularity or was it something about authenticity. It didn’t matter since her fist caved into the girl’s cheekbone. The bigger shocker came when a witness to the fight, said punched girl’s boyfriend, an upperclassman came in with fists at the ready. The boy is currently in the nurse’s office with his girlfriend, an icepack over his face and crotch.  With a loud sigh, the principal stated again, “You are a danger to this school do you know that? What a horrid child, do you know how much distress you cause my children?”
Yes, it was public opinion all over again. At first when she started, they always said she was so awkward to speak with due to her obsession with the occult. They called her creepy, a loud obnoxious girl trying to be the center of attention. It didn’t go well until one year when she started to change from her usual behavior to more of what was popular with the student body. Some accepted the change but a majority detested her as some sort of pretender. But this “change” also came with a violent behavior. School fights at random, arguments with teachers and despite a demand for a parental presence, the school was only met with Lilly’s caretaker. Clearly no discipline was done at home and Lilly’s infamy only continued.
A slam at the desk caused Lilly to react at last, the principal furiously bellowing, “Listen to me you little shit! I’ve just about had it with your attitude. I will make sure that this will be the LAST time you set foot in this school. Do you think your loving, rich parents will enjoy that!?” Of course, her parents, always the center of the topic even with Lilly involved. Successful career folk with a strange loving hobby into the occult and although it was fun at first for her, Lilly grew sick of how they were always brought up first before her. Never her own little achievements, just what THEY did not her.
	“Do you understand me? This school will sever ties with you completely and I will be certain that the other schools will be notified of your behavior. You are too much a danger for our community! What do you have to say for yourself, Alkaev!?” He slammed the table again, his glare casting upon her again.
	“Cyka”, Lilly retorted. She found herself on the floor, a pain reaching across her cheek. A smack was all he could do, she thought. She got up and only smiled her eyes misty from the pain.
A yelp was heard from the office, the principal was found on the ground wailing in pain, holding his knee. Lilly was last seen scurrying away…