Pencils are Weapons

One time when ClickIt was fifteen years old she was just starting high school and she really had no complaints. She didn't have many friends at school but she had a those idiots back at the club house. Norman and Roberto were Seniors and Jaymes was a Junior in the same school.

The trio had split up with Princess leaving just last week and Prince running the garage and Mistress Teta's off at collage. It was strange to see them apart but she had the others. Honestly she was use to the group of girls that made fun of her.

The girls were from her middle school and knew she was a loner nerd girl. She prefered seeing the world through her camera lense but the Photography Club were her friends too. The club was small just making the limited five members needed to make a club. But she enjoyed it so much and never complained.

It was a cloudy day when she was done with school and was just walking around town taking photographs of whatever she pleased. She took a photo of Princess favorite little cafe and of the underpass the trio took them too for some not legal fun times.

Everything she knew and all the places she went to were because the trio took her there at one point or another. She knew it was affecting the others as well.

The twins were only ten but they were smart and knew what was going on. The trio became adults and as all adults do they drifted and went to find their own adventures in life. It was normal but that didn't mean any of them liked it. None of them did.

When Prince was seen with a girl not Mistreas Teta's or Princess it made them all furious. They had all ended up taking turns finding ways to scare off his potential girlfriends or one night stands. If he knew he didn't tell at them. Just shrugged and went back to work or drinking and shooting pool.

Teta's had potential boyfriends and that was fine but anyone that lasted or tried to stay around for more than four months would mysteriously find himself with a severe rash or extremely terrified of their own shadow.

They had no proff it had been them. They hide their tracks very well. Princess called each of them every month. They each had their own given date of the month that was theirs to call and video chat with her. She gave them advice on anything they asked and helped with homework.

It was one particulary cloudy day two months after the trio had split that ClickIt was wondering on her own. That wasn't unusual per say but being knocked to the ground by the same group of girls from middle school was unexpected.

They taunted her and she never really cared. They would say their piece and then leave. Except this time they took her camera bag. That made her start fighting them. Princess had bought that camera set for her before she left. It was a precious gift!

Struggling she tried to think of what the either one of the trio would do. A weapon! They would fund something to use as a weapon! Frantic ClickIt looked all around but all she found was her pencil that had been knocked from her notebook.

Well they always saud anything could be turned into a weapon. Quickly she grabbed the pencil and with as much force as possible shoved it at one of her attackers hands. A shrill howl of pain shocked them all. One of the girls jumped back clutching her hand. It was bleeding profusly and you could see the small black dot where she had stabbed her.

"What the fuck you freak!" They shouted.

"She stabbed me with a goddamn pencil!!"

ClickIt blinked at what she had done and then smiled viciously at her attackers. Without much more thought she tackled the largest one and rammed the pencil in her right eye socket. And then repeatedly kept stabbing the girl in the eye.

ClickIt had no idea how long before the cops showed up and pulled her off the stupid girl. But they did and she was sent to jail for the first time at fifteen. When her Father showed up and she explained to him what had happened. He was torn between laughing his ass off and having to scold her because logically it was not alright to attack people with pencils.

Thankfully the club pulled some strings and she waz let out all charges dropped a few hours later. The group of girls changed states and no one bothered her again. When it was her day to talk with Princess. She happily told her what had happened and she had laughed so hard she snorted.

They spent the whole day talking about different ways regular every day objects could be used as weapons and promises to teach her more self defense when she came back around next.

ClickIt always carried a sharpened pencil behind her ear but news spread fast in town and she never had to use it. Yet. There was always a new idiot every day.