by •PiCkLeS• » Sat Nov 24, 2012 3:59 am
Chapter 1~ (COMPLETE!)
I was wearing a long dress that brushed the ground around my bare feet. It was cream with beautiful gold tooling. There was velvet ribbon that laced up the back, like a corset. As I looked down at it, it looked like I stepped out of a history book. I could smell the dew, sweet on the grass beneath my feet. I could tell it had just rained. The dirt was moist and soft, and stuck to my fingers when I pressed them to the ground. I looked up and saw a shadowy forest. Little drips of rain dropped down from the leaves, splashing into puddles. I wandered closer into the woods when a sparkle by my feet caught my eye. A glittering sapphire stone, that had an odd swirling pattern, was lying by my feet. I bent and picked it up rubbing my fingers over the smooth surface, tracing the swirling indent. The swirl let off a vibrant glow when I touched it. Surprised I dropped it. A little splash sprouted up when the pebble dropped into the water. A milky cloud plumed up and spread to the edges of a puddle, turning it white. Then like paint on a canvas, a picture appeared. Large, wrought iron gate, with intricate bends and swirls, loomed at the top of a gravel path. The image “zoomed” through the bars, now resting on a quaint little village. A massive, luxurious castle stood proudly at the top of a hill. The mountains were prominent in the background and the sky was wispy with clouds. The image shifted again, giving me a bird’s eye view of the town below. There were two main streets where I could see people walking, mingling at vendor shops. But there were little streets that zigzagged in between the now four sections. And as I looked the four sections gave off a certain color. The top right section was varying shades of blue; the bottom right was red and orange; the bottom left was brown and hunter green; the top left was a beautiful white and light yellow. But, unlike the three other sections, the white one was empty. There were no people walking through the streets on the top left corner. And now, that I looked, there were people wearing blue, orange, green, and brown, but no white or light yellow. The image zoomed, making it hard to focus. Then there was a blue door, it had little gold engraving on it that looked like an upside down triangle.
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Why would there be a triangle on their door? The image zoomed again making me woozy. The next image was of a red door. This one had another gold triangle on it, but it was right-side-up.
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Now why would these people put triangles on their door? The blurring motion zeroed in on another door, this time green. There was another gold triangle. It was upside down, like the first, only it had a line through the tip.
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This obviously had to mean something to these people, or else they wouldn’t have them placed all over their doors. The imaged flashed again, finally focusing on a white door. This had a stripe at the tip, too, but this triangle was right-side-up.
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Then the picture showed me, at dizzying speed, the palace doors. They had the triangles with the stripe through them on the left, and the triangles without them, on the right, all pointing inward, towards each other, all in large gold-plated metal.
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The giant doors were going to open. Their hinges swung inward, but then a purple rolling mist covered the ground, curling upwards. Just as the doors swung an inch or two outward, they swung back shut. The mist slammed against the doors, like angry fists. The mist rose and rose until all you could see in the projection, was swirling purple. The purple then turned into the white swirls like before, and then disappeared. I stood, in my renaissance dress of gold, gazing around the forest. Then I saw it, purple mist swirling in between the trees. It was here!
“No!” I screamed. I hiked up the front of my dress and started to run. I had to reach the sun, and the open breeze. Why, I had no idea, but I knew I had to. I was just about to reach the open air, when I fell over the hem of my skirts. My curled hair had fallen out of its beautiful up-do. I turned around; the mist was almost upon me. I pushed myself up, gathering my skirts, and running for the field. Once I was in the sun, I spread my arms, soaking in the sun, and feeling the breeze.
“Clara! Use it NOW!” I could hear him call to me. I didn’t know what to do. I closed my eyes, pushing from my mind the fact that the mist was emerging from the woods. It felt like I was pulling on a rubber band, held securely to a wall. No matter how hard I pulled I couldn’t make anything happen. Like he said it would.
“Cole! I can’t” I opened my eyes. The mist was starting to crawl up the grassy hill. I tried to concentrate, but wasn’t able to. A sharp cry rang out, while I was focused on pulling on that “rubber band”.
“Clara!” It was Cole. He needed me, he was hurt! No! I screamed in my head. I felt the rubber band snap. Then, winds of massive power, erupted around me. Each time a burst of wind rushed forward, it smacked into the mist, curling it backwards. The mist was propelled back to where it came from, for now. The wind died around me. I felt exhausted. I was a moment from collapse when I heard the rustling of footsteps pushing their way through the tall grass. I could feel my body shake; my eyelids flutter.
“Cole.” The whisper escaped my lips. My legs shook, and I fell into the tall grass.
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Now, I lay on my bed, watching the numbers on my alarm clock flip by. I had woken, gasping for breath after an odd dream. I lay there thinking about it, but it started to fade, no matter how hard I tried to remember. I rubbed the smooth golden disk that I always wore. After what seemed like hours my alarm finally buzzed. I smacked the snooze bar and got up to take a shower. I stepped out wrapped an old towel around myself and stood in front of the foggy mirror. After I wiped a circle in it so I could see, I looked at my reflection and brushed my hair. I wasn’t too pale, but I wasn’t tan either, and my skin had a flawless glow to it. I had never really experienced much acne. My hair was dark brown with copper highlights streaking through it, giving it a deep auburn look. It had pretty waves that fell in layers around my shoulders. And so, it wouldn’t frizz, I liked to let it air dry. I put a bit of moisturizer on my face, avoiding my blue-grey eyes, so it wouldn’t dry in the chilly air of Aspen, Colorado in the early fall. I stepped out of my little bathroom and walked to my closet. I had the entire “attic” of our house. It was much nicer than your common attic, fully renovated. I considered it my own little apartment. Since today was the first day of school, I decided nice, but yet casual clothes would be acceptable. It was raining out in our small town, so I decided on wearing my rubber soled hiking boots, lined with fur, which laced up almost to my knees. I usually wore simple clothes. I chose a loose grey tank top with a black rose printed on it. The word love was scribbled in cursive underneath the printed rose. I put a thin denim button shirt overtop. I had on skinny jeans and a tooled leather belt. I never bothered with makeup; it looked unnatural and made girls look like raccoons. A knock sounded at the door startled me; it was my aunt.
“Oh! Clara! There’s the big junior!” My Aunt Eliza was very tall, unlike my five foot four height. She had mousy hair that was cut to her shoulders. Her eyes had laugh lines around them. “You are growing so fast!” Oh, I forgot to mention, she is sappy, too.
“Thanks Aunt E.” I smiled at her and hugged her back. My room was upstairs in my aunt and uncle’s house, which I lived with including their 21 year old daughter, Kylie. When I was a baby, my mom and dad disappeared. What my Aunt told me was my mom called her and told her she needed to take me. All she said was to come to the house and all of my things would be ready for her. When my Aunt got there I was laying in a portable crib, all of my things laid out around me. Nothing else was in the house. After a week my Aunt called the police. After months on end they were still at square one, with no evidence. The police eventually wrote it off as suicide, and called of all investigation.
Aunt Eliza smiled at me. She seemed to know exactly what I was thinking, and she told me that my pancakes were downstairs. I quick grabbed my messenger bag off my bed. I skipped steps down the stairs and sat at the kitchen island, and started to eat my pancakes. My cousin just came down the stairs in her pajamas. Since she was in collage she didn’t have to go to school until eleven. She was pretty even when she had obviously just woken. She had tan skin, naturally, and straight blonde hair. It was currently pulled up in a messy bun, but it still looked perfect.
“Have fun on your first day.” She smiled at me and started to poor herself cereal. I could tell there was a hint of teasing in her voice, even if what she said was sincere.
“Thanks Lee Lee.” I used my old nickname for her from when I was a baby and couldn’t pronounce Kylie. She stuck out her tongue giggling. We were cousins but it felt more like sisters, since we grew up together.
Once I was done I said goodbye and picked up my old hunter green backpack and pulled out my keys to my copper Volts Wagon Rabbit. It wasn’t the coolest car in the world but it was mine. My navy blue rain jacket was lying on the passenger seat; I set my purse and backpack on it so I wouldn’t forget it. I pulled out and drove carefully through the fog. I sighed and whished the fog would clear so I wouldn’t have to do ten miles an hour in thirty mile an hour speed zone. After a couple minutes it was starting to irritate me that I couldn’t see more than five feet in front of me. I glared at the road, when I got a funny feeling. A wind picked up from behind me, making the fog curl eerily in front of me, clearing my line of vision.
“Weird.” I muttered to myself. I pushed play on my iPod that was plugged into the stereo.
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Soon I was in front of the school, and all of my worries about the fog were gone. I stepped out of my car with all of my new school things loading down my backpack, and zipping up my rain jacket. I heard a squeal and was ambushed from behind by my best friend Meghan.
“I missed you!” she yelled spinning me. I giggled at her.
“Even though you spent the night last week.” She laughed and walked with me inside. She was tall, tan, sporty, and most of all blonde. She was popular and pretty and known by everyone. Sure, lots of people knew me too, but that was probably because I was her best friend. But, that was fine by me; I’m not the attention hog. That was the beauty of our friendship. We were total opposites, but what made us different complemented each other. When we were in first grade, we became instant friends. We were like twins; inseparable. But the difference was she wore flower printed skirts, and lots of pink. I wore neutral colors and didn’t own one skirt. We walked to our lockers which were across the hall from each other. She had already finished putting her things in her locker and was leaning against the one next to mine, waiting for me.
“Oh-My-Gosh! Look! Is he new?” She pointed at a kid leaning by his locker. I looked up at him, and she was right, I had never seen him before, Also, the reason for the excited “oh-my-gosh” was clear; he was extremely attractive. His skin was olive colored with dark brown messy hair that brushed along his forehead. He had on a grey v-neck t-shirt which clung to his chest, showing muscle. His pants were stone-washed and he had on a light jacket. He had just slid backpack in his locker, smiling and chatting with a big, burly guy, with brown hair, I didn’t recognize.
“Err… Wow.” I said breathlessly. But once I spoke his eyes darted to me, showing blazing green eyes that took my breath away and made my head spin. I clutched the door to my locker, waiting for my head to clear. Meghan was giggling beside me.
“He is looking at you!” she whispered into my ear. Great, I guess it’s obvious he is looking directly at me.
“He could be looking at both of us!” I whispered back. She shook her head at me, grinning. I stooped down breaking his gaze, gathering the rest of my books.
“He’s going to come over here!” Meghan tugged at my sleeve. I swung my locker door shut and noticed that she wasn’t kidding. He had said goodbye to the burly looking kid and looked like he was going to come over. But suddenly an oriental girl with long, stick straight, black hair in a polka dot knee length ruffled skirt with a white knit sweater (complete with red ballet flats), strode up to him. She shook her head violently and thrust out an arm turning him in the opposite direction. I looked at Meghan, going to ask, but she had a frown on her face and spoke before I did.
“Stupid, clingy girlfriends.” She muttered. Yeah, she was probably right. That was his girlfriend, but I couldn’t shake the suspicion that I was missing something. “Nothing that un-godly gorgeous is single.” She finished with a pout.
“Oh get over it!” I smiled smacking her shoulder. We laughed and started to head to our first hour history class to drop off our things. After we left our books, we headed into the common area where most of the kids were milling around. When our friends beckoned us over and we got through all of the ‘how’ve you been’, I noticed something that I never have before. I nudged Meghan.
“Have you noticed them before?” I asked, pointing at a table with four kids sitting there. Of which, was the cute boy in the hallway, and much to my dismay, his girlfriend. Meghan looked distractedly over, frowned like she was going to say something but shrugged and looked back at me.
“Nope, I haven’t” she answered casually, like I asked her if she seen strange kids everyday. Nice. I decided it didn’t matter, but I had a nagging urge to find out.
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Classes drug on and on. I just wanted them to be over all of these boring, formal introductions. I walked into my fourth hour class, English, and sat down towards the back of the room, doodling pictures on my notebook cover. I wasn’t paying attention until the teacher walked in. As I looked around, not many of my friends were in this class. Sure, people I talked to occasionally, but no real friends. But that was when my eyes landed on him. He was sitting in front of me, the next row over, leaning lazily on his elbow. He must have seen me look up at him, because a smile played at the corner of his mouth. The teacher took role calling out names one my one by one.
“Clara Hollis?”
“Here.” I called back to him. He called out more names until…
“Cole Yeager?”
“Here.” He answered in a husky voice. Cole. I repeated in my head, committing it to memory. As usual the teacher droned on about class rules and standards, until the bell rang out over the speakers. I sighed shuffling my books into a stack, and carried them towards the door. Much to my dismay Cole was already slipping out and into the throng of students.
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I unlocked the front door to our house and pushed it open. The house was empty. My Aunt and Uncle would get home around six and my cousin about eight. I had time to kill, so I figured I would take a walk. I pulled out the school papers that my Aunt needed to sign, and laid them on the counter. I threw my backpack and my purse underneath a chair at the island and walked down the hallway, through the laundry room and out the back door. Our house was on the outskirts of our town, so I had a beautiful forest out my back door, owned by the local forest preserve and campground. It was lush and green from the rain. There were huge oaks and tall pines all mixed together. In geography they told you that there were two types of forests, coniferous and deciduous. Well, here we had both. The mix started when there was a big sale in forestry. They planted pine trees all over, and after a few years they harvested them. They ended up planting more, but never cut them down. Now the seeds of those original pines had spread all over our sleepy little town, giving us a mixture, of coniferous, deciduous and a little bit of prairie thrown into the party. I swung my legs over a rickety split rail fence that was at the back of every yard as far as I could see. I wandered silently into the woods; they had always offered me comfort. I wandered around a very large pine tree, running my fingers over the rough bark. Once I stepped around the tree, there was a trail, like a sort of trail the white tailed deer made all throughout the forest. But a strong urge told me to follow it. My curiosity got the better of me and I followed the little trial, pushing stray limbs out of the way.
To my surprise I found a patch of prairie, lined with evergreens and maples. I wandered through the golden colored grass, which brushed their tuffs against my hips. There was a large dip in the ground ahead. When I got close enough to see over the small mound, I could make out a shimmering crystal pond. There was a rotting, rickety, old dock resting out towards the middle. Some of the boards were broken, hanging in the water. I could see the old remains of a knotted rope strung up in the massive maple, were I could picture young kids climbing the tree and swinging into the pond. I walked towards the old rickety dock, picturing the kids practicing front flips into the water, when it was new.
I knelt near the old dock, not trusting its strength just yet. I sat on the edge of the sloping dip that led into the water. While I was looking down, a blue stone glittering in the sunlight caught my eye. I picked it up, casually flipping it through my fingers, until it slipped. It splashed into the water, sending little ringlets spiraling outward. I leaned forward towards the water, trying to see the stone, but it had stirred up muck, making it difficult to see. The cloud of muck rose to the top of the water, and then started to shift color. It went from a brown to a sky blue, and just like a mirage, an image curled into view. There was a beautiful shimmering castle sitting on the crest of a hill, and below little houses peaking out between the bars of a massive, silver fence. The image flickered again, showing the faces of a beautiful woman and a handsome man, standing it what was unmistakably, royal attire. My heart gave a leap, I knew these people. I looked at the woman in particular. She had flawless cream skin and coppery hair. The man had graying hair, rigged features and glittering grey eyes. But before I could remember who they were the image flickered again. This time the picture wasn’t so prosperous and happy. There was a dark, misty forest. I started to hear voices calling out, in panic. I leaned forward intently trying to hear. It sounded like a deep, husky voice, calling my name. Soon it was louder, and then distinctly I heard it
“Clara” It was Cole. There was no doubt about it. I pulled back, looking, trying to understand. A hissing sound came now, and more panicked calling. Then a violet mist crept along the ground. Purple orbs whizzed through the air, making explosions. There were screams now, not just scared voices. Calling in pain, calling names of loved ones, whom they were trying to find. Then one flew right at the picture, right towards me. It burst into white light; then the image disappeared altogether. It was back to looking like a crystal clear pool. But strangely I couldn’t see the stone.
“What are you doing?” The deep voice scared me so bad I gasped and jumped to my feet, spinning around to see Cole Yeager, standing three feet away; the golden grasses brushing against his upper thigh.
“What are you doing here?” I was embarrassed that he had caught me here.
“This is unsafe for you! You shouldn’t be here!” What on earth was he talking about?
“The only thing I’m in danger of is a heart attack! No thanks to you.” I frowned at him. Who did he think he was? A parole officer?
“Sorry, but do you have a death wish? You shouldn’t be alone!” Now I was seriously confused, but his accusing tone was making me irritated.
“Well, I’ll just file for a body guard then!” I spat at him. This comment seemed to have made him angry. Then I realized what I was doing. I was standing in a little patch of prairie, arguing with a beautiful boy I didn’t even know.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re talking about?” I asked, my temper disappearing. His eyes softened realizing that I was going to listen now.
“Your in serious danger, people are hunting for you and you need to be protected.” His voice was quiet now, like he was apologizing. Danger? He needed to explain pronto.
“So are you going to explain or no?” I frowned and crossed my arms, “Because if not, I’m leaving.” I started to walk past him but he stopped my with and extended arm.
“Wait, just please can you do me a favor?” His vibrant green eyes were intense. It melted my resolve and before I could come up with a smart reply, I heard myself agree.
“Sure.” I scanned his face looking for a sign to indicate what he was asking.
“Don’t – don’t go anywhere without someone.” He looked meaningfully at me. I was confused again.
“Like who?” I understood his look, but I wanted to make sure…
“Me.” He was dead serious, no joking, no smile… serious. I looked at the ground. This was too weird. But somewhere inside me, probably the little part of Clare that had rubbed off, told me to jump on the offer.
“Err… I guess.” He could see my discomfort. I saw the slightest trace of a blush on his skin.
“I don’t have to, like, be there with you or anything. Just let me know where you’re going.” I sighed. This was weird. Not normal. Kind of like abusive teenage relationships… I closed my eyes gathering my reserve.
“Fine.” I opened my eyes, when I didn’t hear a response. I was alone. I turned in a full circle, and couldn’t see him. Anywhere. Did I imagine him? Of course not, I couldn’t have. After I stood there for countless minuets debating what had happened, I finally settled on I was crazy, but I would go with it. But that image of those strange, familiar, beautiful people that I felt I knew and the crazy violet mist and exploding orbs really shook me; making me wonder if I was seriously going insane.
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I had warred with myself ever since I had arrived back home. What was I thinking? I would obviously have to get some answers from him tomorrow in English. He had some explaining to do; there was no doubt about that. I was now up in my room. I had changed into sweats and an old t-shirt, with my hair in a bun. I flicked through songs on my iPod trying to relax. Sitting in my window seat, I looked out the back of my house. It looked so quiet and peaceful, a flicker of light shone through the trees. At first I thought I was looking at a firefly, but as I looked the light danced like a flame. My immediate thought was that it was a forest fire. I jumped up and pressed my hands to the glass. If it was a fire I needed to call 9-11… But it looked small, and it wasn’t growing, it was contained. My next thought was a camper, but why would they come so close to the edge of the forest preserve near all the houses? Maybe the campers are in trouble! In all my muddled thoughts, I barely noticed the flame had gotten closer and was no longer hidden between the trees, but was now at the tree line’s edge. Once I realized that I looked harder. Fear started to creep in as I made out a tall figure holding the flickering flame in his palm. The wind picked up, swirling the leaves on the ground and brushing the treetops. Then a small figure appeared next to the tall one, a girl. She laid her hand on his arm and looked up. I assumed she looked at me because her head tipped in my direction. I couldn’t see their faces, but I knew they were looking at me, staring at them. The wind started to pick up and howl as fear started to set in. Then the girl raised her hand from the boy’s arm, and I felt dizziness settle over me. The flame in the boy’s palm disappeared and I slumped down onto the pillows.
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I have to get off the crazy train. There were no freaky images in puddles this time, but people holding fire in the woods? That’s pushing it. I knew they knocked me out with… whatever, but I had a hard time accepting it. My only answer was to confront Cole about it.
I sat up in the window seat with a throbbing headache. I turned off my music and pulled the ear buds out. I looked over at my clock. Two minuets and it would go off. I sighed and went to get up to turn it off before it blared music at me, but right as my feet hit the floor, nausea took over me. It felt like I had been spun around and slammed to a halt. I lied back down. The dizziness subsided but my stomach was still churning. Maybe I should stay home…. No. I needed answers. I needed to see Cole so he could tell me what was going on. I fought the nausea to the bathroom, shuffling to the shower. After the hot water hit me, my head started to clear. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me. I was still dizzy and had to walk slowly, but my stomach felt better. I chose a simple outfit instead of something nice since I wasn’t feeling well, just skinny jeans a grey cardigan and black moccasins with black socks. The nausea was coming back, so I sat down on my bed. I put my face in my hands. I was really starting to consider staying home. Aunt E called from downstairs.
“Clara? Do you want any breakfast?” I thought about my Aunt’s pancakes and almost puked again.
“No thanks!” I called back to her, “My stomach feels a little upset.” Then I heard her footsteps come up the stairs. I sighed, it was time to pull it together.
“Are you feeling alright sweetie?” She looked concerned, I must have looked pretty sick.
“I’m sure; it will probably go away when I get to school.” I smiled, standing up and fighting to stay upright.
“Alright, call me if you need to come home.” I nodded back and followed her downstairs. I decided to leave early so I wouldn’t have to put up with anymore questions. In the car I felt normal, in a daze. I arrived in the school parking lot fifteen minuets early, so I turned on the radio and closed my eyes. Not even one song had passed when a rap on my window made me jump. I looked up into blazing green eyes looking into my driver’s side window. I reached for the door handle and he took a step back so I could open my door. He was so overwhelmingly gorgeous I thought I might fall over, and it wasn’t even nausea.
“Are you alright?” his eyes shone with concern. I looked around the parking lot, no one. Just empty cars, none of the kids were here yet.
“I’m fine.” I turned to grab the door handle and get my backpack, but that slight turn made me woozy, and I stumbled. He snatched my wrist and held me up. But as soon as he touched me a zap zinged up my arm.
“Ah!” The cry escaped my lips before I could think to stop it. I looked into his eyes. There was a flicker of hurt and he jerked away. I flipped my wrist over looking at a little glowing starburst shape, singed onto the underside of my wrist.
“I’m sorry; TyLee did try and warn me.” A lopsided smile spread across his perfect white teeth… I shook my head trying to clear it, which wasn’t such a brilliant idea because I stumbled again.
“Are you alright?” He reached for me again, but pulled away.
“No, you need to explain what the hell is going on.” Another smile crept onto his face at my swearing.
“Well aren’t you a little fireball.” He grinned now, apparently he had made a joke that I obviously didn’t understand.
“Whatever. Just tell me what this is!” I held up my wrist and showed him the scar. Then the little shimmering starburst reminded me of something. “And why you and – and someone were sneaking around my house last night!” His eyes now looked shocked.
“Listen it wasn’t my idea, TyLee wanted to see where you lived, then the wind – anyway she had to knock you out. I didn’t think you would remember… most people don’t.” He made no sense whatsoever. Tylee must be his “girlfriend” Meghan and I seen on our first day.
“What!?” I was getting angry. A wind surged from behind me, blowing scraps of junk and leaves toward the school. This seemed to worry him. He reached forward and grabbed my shoulder pulling me toward the school, with my backpack in tow.
“Listen I don’t have time right now, TyLee will be here any minuet and she doesn’t want me talking to you okay?” He looked me over. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look, dizzy.”
“I’m fine, I just feel nauseated.” I trailed off. He opened the door for me and we walked into the school together.
“Oh, well I’ll see you in English.” He smiled. I almost fell over again, why did he have to affect me like that?
“You had better explain!” This time I managed a smile.
“I will.” He winked and walked down the opposite hallway. I sighed – this wasn't going to get any easier.
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The hours seemed to drag on and on until English class. The teachers still did nothing productive. This time instead of explaining class rules, most of them went over boring overviews of what we would be covering and handing out syllabuses. Finally, the bell sounded and I hauled my backpack up and over my shoulder. I still felt really sick. I tried to power walk through the crowd but our hallway was full people and the dizziness obviously didn't help. I spun the dial for my combination and was just about to grab my English workbook when a piercing headache about made me fall over. I clutched my locker door scanning the halls; then I seen her. The girl who pulled Cole away from me, and the girl who Cole mentioned who was sneaking behind my house at night and knocking me out. TyLee. She had on a navy blue dress today that had a red belt around her middle. She also had on a white cardigan, and a string of red beads and her infamous red ballet flats. She was staring at me, concentrating on something. Once I made eye contact with her, her eyes seemed to snap back into focus. She gave me a smirk and turned away from me. She was starting to get on my nerves. Who did she think she was? Before I could do anything irrational, I spun on my heels and headed for English.
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I sat in my seat facing the front of the room while kids filed into the class room. Finally Cole slipped into his seat just as the bell rang. I opened my mouth to attempt to pry answers from him when the teacher stood and began to talk. I sighed. I couldn’t catch a break. Ripping out a piece of paper from my notebook, I scribbled a note at the top and folded it. It read:
Okay spill
I slipped the note under my desk. Cole must have been watching me because he took it from my hand without even hesitating. He looked at it with a smirk on his face. His green eyes glittered as he scribbled his own answer. He folded it again and handed it back to me. I gave him a pointed look before opening it. Much to my aggravation it didn’t give me much of an answer.
Alright, what did you want to know?
I sighed and frowned at the paper. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his grin grow wider. Angrily, I scribbled another reply.
Fine … Tell me why weird things are happening to me… Like pebbles making pictures in water, why there is suddenly a mysterious wind, why people are sneaking around in my backyard and why you are hiding something.
I practically pushed the paper at him. This time he took longer to answer, occasionally taking a short break, either to think or to keep a low profile with the teacher. I couldn’t tell but I was growing impatient. Finally he finished and slipped me the paper. His face was dead serious this time. Why did his moods switch so fast? I was seriously considering giving him bipolar medications. I flipped open the paper and read.
You caught me, I was sneaking behind your house, but I already answered why this morning, as for the two other things, I can’t share them just yet but I can soon, trust me.
The reason for the stoic expression was clear; he wanted me to know that he was serious, that I could trust him. But I only had one answer for this message.
When?
His response came back right away, and I was surprised with his answer.
I think things should clear up by Friday, would you want to do something after school? I could explain then.
I knew I had a serious decision to make and had a thousand questions, and not just ones pertaining to all of the weird things happening to me. One of them may or may not be if it would be okay with TyLee if he hung out with me, but that’s beside the point. Again I knew I had a major decision to make, but I could only think of one answer,
Yes.
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