KOREAN Firework

Later that night Iris was slumped over her cluttered desk trying to keep her mind occupied. Barrett Wilbert Weeds’ voice was belting through her earphones as she sang Dead Girl Walking and Iris had nothing to do but sulk about her situation; she kept all her textbooks in her locker as the teachers had decided not to give them any homework. Not even her dark and wet hair clinging to her hips irritated her enough to keep the events of earlier that day away.She groaned as it replayed in her head for the fiftieth time; looking down at the ice cream, lifting it up and smashing against Orion’s shirt. The heel of her palm slammed against her forehead as she wished for the world to split open and gobble her up.She was, indeed, an idiot, Iris decided. What happened to blooming like a wallflower and keeping her head down? What happened to swallowing her voice and staying invisible? She created a plan at the beginning of the year and she was determined to st

“I did it!” was the first thing our of Iris’ mouth when Zoya walked through the door of Êtes-Vous-Faim.“She did it,” Danika celebrated from where she was cleaning the last of her tables. Iris was at the till counting the money they made that day.Zoya stopped. “You did it? What did you do? Sex? Don’t tell me you lost your virginity! I saw you no less than 24 hours ago.”“No.” Iris rolled her eyes with a smile. ” I did pull my big girl panties on though- ”“- The red one with the black lace?”“- I thought it was a black one with red lace?”Iris just laughed. “I was speaking metaphorically. Get you head out the gutter, both of you! I swear you’re hornier than a twelve-year-old boy who just discovered Play Boy.”“Didn’t we discover Play Boy when we were twelve?” Danika asked.“Yes!” Zoya clicked her fingers towards Danika. “When little miss flower cro

Iris went to school Thursday morning with a headache pounding in her skull - is was not because of the alcohol, she refused to be such a lightweight - not knowing what to expect. She had stayed up late into the night devising strategies the R5 might use against her and how to outmanoeuvre them. Then she spent an hour this morning trying to figure out a plan to attack them before they could get to her.Not once did them not doing anything cross her mind.When Iris arrived on campus, it was as if she had never existed. Her locker was clean and her chair wasn’t suspiciously missing. No one looked at her and spat their insults, no one tripped her up or took her school uniform while she was in PE.It was the most amazing days she had ever since she joined Crawford Academy.However, Victoria seemed to be taking everyone’s example. When Iris had waved to Victoria at from across the courtyard Thursday morning, Victoria pret

Something was not right. Iris couldn’t put her finger on it but something felt wrong. She was a bed but it wasn’t as soft as hers, didn’t dip with her weight as she shifted. The clothing on her stick clung to her in ways her pyjamas did not. Her eyelids felt heavy and crusted as she tried to pry them open. Above her was an unfamiliar roof. Why was is unfamiliar? Where was she? Startled, she sat upright as the memories of what happened rushed back. It came in flashes: exchanging mediocre insults with Stephanie, walking home, a black car following and the weight of a big man on top of her. The smell of chloroform burned in her nostrils. And hands on her. Soft and small hands, unlike the ones that held her down, rubbing against her arms and shoulders, fingers massaging her hair and gently untangling it. Tugging at her cloth

Orion could do nothing but watch as Little Miss Holmes walked right out of his home. He didn’t like her. Nothing about her was appealing. She reminded him of a cornered and rabid animal: snarling and baring her teeth at anything she deemed a threat. Admittedly, maybe - just maybe - the kidnap attempt wasn’t the right way to go but he refused to feel guilty about it. Iris Holmes would not make him feel guilty. Feeling guilty meant regretting one’s action and Orion wasn’t going to regret what he just did. Especially not after what had happened. He was right, Orion thought as he sunk down into his leather chair in his Play Room. Once again, he was looking out the window which gave him the perfect view to watch Holmes as she climbed into the car and drove away. She was a greedy person. He had seen those few moments where she stood and admi