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Rhona Jessie was excited for her new students this year at Oak Hills Secondary School. However one student in particular caught her attention, Johanna Aileen Riley-MacTavish.
She was an interesting study for sure, she had a bulky build for a young female especially since she was only around 4'8". Her ash blond hair was in a fohawk and her eyes were a mismatched blue and brown. She had freckles covering her body and a few scars speckled here and there. She dressed in compression shirts, cargo pants, and combat boots. She had a wide smile and was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need, but just as quickly she could give you a glare that would pierce your soul and bring all your sins to the forefront for her to judge.
In all reality she stuck out like a sore thumb. She was homeschooled before so she had no friends when she started, however quickly befriended a few people but had seemed to keep them at arm's length.
She was amazed at how smart the girl was especially in math which she had her for. Johanna could answer any question with an ease everyone was envious of. One Day she had asked if Johanna would stay back for a few minutes after class, “Affirmative.” Had been the girl's answer much to her bewilderment.
Once they were the only ones left Jessie had asked, “Why are you not in a higher maths class?” Johanna shrugs, “My parents didna wanna stress me out my first year in public school.” Jessie, now intrigued, asked. “Did ye have a special tutor?”
Johanna scrunched her nose, “Nah just me’ parents. They were both snipers and da was a demolitions expert on top o’ that.”
Jessie blinked a few times taking in the new information, “Well I would suggest you do that next year. You are more than smart enough.” With that response, the girl beamed and she was shooed out and to her next class.
Another time she had overheard a conversation between the girl and her friends. Johanna had befriended mostly boys seemingly having more in common with them than the girls.
The few girls she had befriended consistently asked for sleepovers and every time Johanna would decline, stating in her weird Mancunian and Scottish hybrid accent. “Nah I'm no allowed to do stuff like tha’.”
“Why?” Another of her friends David asked. Johanna chuckled, “They dinna feel it's safe.”
Another friend Blair rolled her eyes and scoffed, “Your parents sound horrible, I mean how bad do they think sleepovers are?” Johanna puffed up, “OI! Watch er tone they were spec ops soldiers they av’ every right to be worried.” That shut the little group up for a moment before Blair quickly apologized.
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Mrs. Rhona the art teacher was helping a student when something else caught her attention. One of her students, Ainsley, had approached another student, Johanna, and had begun making a scene.
“You dinna draw that.” Ainsley sneered at the other girl, Johanna for her part didn't even turn her attention away from her drawing. “I did my da taught me how.” Ainsley snorted disdainfully, “Please I doubt anyone related to ye has any talent.”
Johanna paused her drawing for a moment to shoot a look at the other girl. “Not related, I was adopted.” With that, she continued her drawing. The students all went quiet now waiting to see what would happen. Ainsley puffed up, “I woulda’ given ye away too.”
Mrs.Rhona was quick to reprimand the girl but froze as Johanna shook her head lightly and sniped back. “At least my parents got to choose me. Your parents got stuck with you.” Everyone looked to one another eyes wide as saucers as Johanna continued her drawing undeterred. Ainsley was turning red from embarrassment before she stormed back to her seat.
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Roy Steaphan had been the PhysEd teacher for many years and not once had he taught someone like Johanna. She ran laps literally and metaphorically around her peers. She dominated most things in the class, specifically football, and she had even joined the school's team.
The boys seemed unsure if they should be insulted or awed by her natural talent at most physical activities, and even some of the more sporty girls eyed her disdainfully.
The day was like any other up until an enraged Ainsley stalked up to Johanna. Johanna watched as the girl drew close but remained unbothered.
“YE’ CHEATED!” Ainsley screached after Johanna had won another game of basketball that was being played today. Johanna raised an unamused eyebrow, “Do tell how I did that.”
“I DIANNA KIN BUT I KNOW YOU DID!”
“Look I get it ye canna beat me and it's annoy’ but that dosnna mean I cheated.” Johanna reasoned calmly clearly not liking where this conversation was heading.
Coach Steaphan had made his way over by this point trying to meditate the two, “I’LL BEAT YOU COME ON GIVE IT A GO.” Ainsley taunted. Johanna didn't even give her the time of day and went to walk away.
Ainsley however lunged, but before she could land a hit Johanna had quickly ducked the grab. She then with the momentum from her sharp turn sent a fist at Ainsley's nose and broke it with a crack. Then quickly swept the girls feet from under her and grabbed her right arm as she fell. Now as Ainsley lay on the ground with a boot to her back and her right arm held just shy of dislocating Johanna growled, “Dinna ye try an touch me bitch.”
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Principal Anna Kirsteen was having a good day before Johanna had made her way into the office. The girl had walked in head held high as if she hadn't broken a girl's nose and pinned her to the ground.
Joanne came in and sat down in the chair across the desk, “You wanted to speak to me.” The girl stated as if Anna had called for her rather than being ordered here by the school officer that had also now entered the room. “You could say that Johanna. Now why in the world would ye’ do that to Ainsley?”
Johanna cocked her head slightly seemingly confused, “What do ye’ mean? She had tried to grab me after threatening to hurt me, so I was just defending myself.” Anna sighed, “Johanna I’m sure she didn't threaten you.” Johanna narrowed her eyes at the principal her mismatched eyes now dark.
“Were ye’ there? No, I didnna think so.” The girls' tone was sharp. Mrs. Kirsten puffed up, “You best watch your self Johanna I am the one deciding your punishment this can go on er permit record.”
Johanna dug into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
The principal, now angry, snapped. “You are not allowed to have that during school hours, give it here.” Johanna raised an intrigued eyebrow, “Nay I'm calling my dads.” With that, she put the phone on speaker as it connected.
“Lieutenant Ghost Speaking.” A deep and rough manc voice barked. Johanna smiled while the officer stood to attention seemingly on instinct and the principal flinched back.
“Papa it's me I need you and da to come ta the school,” Johanna explained.
Silence over the line for a moment before the same voice now softer and less gruff asked, “Sit rep Jo?”
“Solid, I'm nah hurt, just got in a bit o’ a tussle.” She answered with a soft smile.
“We are RTB.” Was the terse reply before the call dropped.
Johanna looked back up smirking clearly as she looked at Mrs. Kirsten, “I’m nah gonna talk any more till they get here.” The principal rolls her eyes, “Fine but you're doing your homework.” Johanna had no qualms with that and quickly got to work.
Around 30 minutes later a knock sounded at the door. A man and a woman walked in. Johanna who had previously perked up scowled before going back to her homework.
“What is she still doing here, why is she not in cuffs!? The woman screeched. Johanna scoffed, “Look, Mrs. Jean, we are waiting for her parents to arrive. She is refusing to explain anything until they are present.” Mrs. Kirsten explained to the seething woman.
“Look, it's pretty simple, no? That girl attacked our daughter, just arrest her and we will press charges.” The man spoke. Johanna undeterred put away her now-finished homework and turned to the parents and glared.
However, before anything more could happen the door opened again and there stood two men. The tallest one had Johanna's light hair and mismatched eyes. The rest of the man's face was covered with a skull neck gaiter, he wore all black with clothes much like Johanna's.
The other man had a brown mohawk, bright blue eyes, and light scruff with his mouth twisted into a scowl. He wore a black t-shirt with ‘Sgt. Soap’ In small white text over his heart and a logo below it, he also wore cargo pants and combat boots just like Johanna and the other man.
The shorter man spoke first, “Would ye like ta explain to us why we were called off base by our daughter?” His Scottish accent was thick with anger.
“Your daughter!? No wonder she's a heathen.” The mother ranted. The shorter man reared up, eyes blazing, before the taller man laid a hand on his shoulder, “Who are you?” Asked the taller man the same one the principal and officer had heard over the phone.
“We are the parents of the girl your daughter attacked!” The father snapped. In response, the Riley-MacTavishs looked over to Johanna, “Did ye attack their kid?” The shorter asked.
“Affirmative she threatened to hurt me and then went to grab me. I acted accordingly.” Johanna explained with a shrug.
“MY DAUGHTER WOULD NEVER THREATEN-” The enraged mother was cut off by the taller man, “I didn't ask you now did I?” He sounded annoyed.
“Did you win?” The shorter man asked as he moved to look her over. Johanna puffed up with pride, “Course I did.” The two men chuckled lightly, “That's our girl.” The shorter one praised with a smirk that matched Johanna's.
“Shame on you both for praising this behavior.” Mrs. Kirsten snapped at the men. In response the taller man turned and looked to his husband, “Go wait in the car with her Johnny I will handle this.” The taller one directed. The other two Riley-MacTavishs gave him a nod and went to leave.
“You wait right there, I'm not done discussing this yet.” Mrs. Kirsten snarled at the same time the other parents loudly made their objections. The officer even got up to grab them, but before he could a large hand snapped out and grabbed his arm.
“Don't you dare.” The remaining Riley-MacTavish snarled lowly. The man then released the officer's arm and directed him back.
“Now here is what's going to happen, you.” He gestured with his whole arm to the officer “Are going to not try and touch my family again.” A glare that could melt ice landed on the officer. “You.” his arm now moved to the principal, “Are going to sponge this from any record and drop this whole event. As well as keeping a better eye on the children you are responsible for.” His arm moved once more to the other parents, “And you are going to take your pathetic brat home let it learn the manners my daughter taught it, and get the fuck out of my sight.”
The principal and parents prepared for another fight as Mrs. Kirsten snapped, “And who do you think you are to make demands?”
The taller man laughed darkly, “A military asset with enough friends in high places who see Johanna as a family to make someone disappear.” He snarled this last part as he tugged down his mask showing off a Glasgow smile and a scar going through the right side of his lips making it to when his lips closed it show a small diamond of teeth.
Everyone in the room flinched back. Undeterred, the man continued, “Simon Riley after all is a dead man, but I'm alive and married so what could they do to you if they brought me back from the dead?”
With that, he sent one last glare around the room before making his exit.