Anamoly

It was a cold day, a crisp day, and the south side of Chicago was covered in snow. Marcy liked it, because when she looked out the window of the library that she managed, it almost felt as though the neighborhood around them was clean. It clearly wasn't. The south side of Chicago was one of the scariest places in the city, it consisted entirely of the 'hood, and for a small frail-looking white girl like Marcy, it was even more frightening. However, Marcy had a passion for dealing with people that no one else wanted to go near, and she enjoyed working with these children, and trying to inspire them to read. It was a job she was well-suited for, and the kids learned fast that Marcy wasn't easily intimidated.

As a matter of fact, Marcy had a great deal of admirers within the school. Several of the single male teachers regretted the wedding band on Marcy's hand, and they wished that they could sweep her away. One often teased her about doing so, though they both knew that Marcy would never break her bond to Shinji. It was one of the things that drew Mr. Isaacs to her in the first place. Mr. Isaacs was an English teacher who found a reason to bring his senior class down to the library once a week. He would chat with Marcy, and she would teach his students about books, and it was a fair trade-off.

Mr. Isaacs often worried about Marcy, her small self surrounded by such violent boys and girls. He often worried that she wouldn't be able to defend herself to the best of her abilities. One day, Mr. Isaacs' fears were realized, as he lead his class from the library. One boy lingered, only a year younger than Marcy. His intentions were clear on his face as he cornered her.
"Well, well, well. Mrs. Tanaka. I think I'm ready for the little somethin'-somethin' you been givin' to Mr. Isaacs."

Coldly Marcy pushed by him, shelving books. She didn't give Nathanael Isaacs anything, and neither would she give this boy anything. Apparently, ignoring a prominent boy as this one was, was something that simply wasn't done on Chicago's east side. The punk grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back.
"Let me show you what that white teacher and your yellow husband can't."

"Marcy!" Nathanael Isaacs rushed into the room, worried about Marcy and how she was going to handle and deal with the boy who was clearly harrassing her. He needn't have worried. Marcy had kept her calm through the insults, until the insult to the heritage of her husband. Her foot moved, sweeping the teen off of his feet. He had poor balance anyway. Then she pulled him to his feet, and put him in a hold that he simply could not break. A security guard came and hauled the boy away, and Nathanael came to stand next to Marcy.
"Where did you learn that?"

A small smirk settled across Marcy's calm lips.
"My husband has taught me more tricks than refer simply to my wifely duties." With a wink, she moved away, returning to shelving books.