It is like grabbing someone’s soul, something so precious. I shiver involuntarily at the thought, feeling Laverne shiver under my grip on her fur. Laverne turns her head and gently nuzzles me, her …show more content…
They have made a reputation of themselves by grabbing other people’s familiars. I shiver with disgust, a bubble of anger rising in my chest as Laverne growls, now loud enough for the people around me to notice. I grit my teeth. Nobody is doing anything, nobody is helping her. Her sobs are now the only thing that can be heard, her voice between filled with longing and desperation. I can’t help but look up and around the room. I keep my expression blank as I catch the eyes of a few people. They look away or down. Cowards.
Laverne jumps down and off my lap just as I think of standing up. She looks up at me, seeming to encourage me, and I stand. I stare at the boy, who is too busy gripping the girl’s familiar and taunting her to notice me. I start to say something, hesitating when I notice the boy’s friends staring directly at me. My legs feel weak and I regret standing up. I freeze up, like a deer in headlights. I can’t get my mouth to move. All of the sudden, a nip at my hand makes me look down. Laverne stands at my side, pressing herself against my leg. Her blue eyes stare into mine, and I gather my wits, taking a deep …show more content…
How would you feel if someone just grabbed you and pinned you down?” I see surprise register across his face, gritting my teeth for a moment. “How would you like the feeling of someone pulling your familiar away from you, too far for your bond?” Most of us middle schoolers know the feeling, a lot of people get curious and test how far their familiar can go. It’s no more than ten feet. It feels like something pulling at your heart, your soul.
The boy looks like he has no idea what to do or say, his grip on the sparrow loosening as he processes what I said. I realize that Laverne is trembling out of anger as she growls loudly. My hand gropes around her head, feeling for her neck fur and grabbing it, gently tugging at her scruff. Her growling dies down a little, and silence is the only thing that fills the room. All of the sudden, someone is in the doorway of the room and everyone’s attention is to them. All but the boy who holds the girl’s familiar and me. I hold his gaze, barely even hearing the teacher ask us what’s going on.
It takes the teacher a split second for the teacher to realize what happened, and his golden retriever familiar barks