School is as boring as always, since I don’t really know anyone in my class due to my antisocial nature and that all the social groups have all been made. Because of this I never really bothered to approach anyone, the opposite goes for Heather though. She almost instantly became one of the most popular people in her class. I feel like the only reason she hangs out with is me is because she pities my situation.
The bell for lunch rings and everybody heads to the lunchroom. I get up from my seat and watch as the other students get together in their groups. I give out a quiet sigh as I look at my own situation. A loner as always, not like that will change while I am in high school. I leave the classroom and enter the hallway. It is packed with students as they waddle their way to their next classroom or the lunchroom.
Finally, after what seems like hours of struggle, I enter the lunchroom and head to the corner table. As I walk there though, I am tripped by someone and fall. Great, I am now the center of attention. There are people laughing all around me. Why… why… why… why me? I quickly get to my feet and cover my face. Trying to ignore all of the laughter, I get to my table.
“They tripped you again.”
I sit down and look to see that Heather is subtly pointing towards a group of people. I don’t even have to look in the direction of where she is pointing to know who made fun of me.
It is the people who you would consider popular. Those asses, the people who will soon be working minimum wage jobs and shooting up drugs into their body. But for now, they rule the area with an iron fist and will crush you if you try to usurp them.
“Which one of them did it?” I quietly ask.
“It was Ben. Who else would it be?”
Ben, of course it would be Ben. He is the captain of the football team and has a massive crush on Heather. Since Heather hangs out with me, he sees me as a love rival even though I have no interest in her. This misunderstanding has led to him constantly humiliating me in front of lots of people.
“Whatever,” I say. “Let’s just eat lunch.”
“Continuing our conversation from this morning, I received the news about the house in a letter that contained what is mostly likely the key to the front door. Do you want to check it out after school?”
Wait, seriously? She already has the key to the house? I expected that she wouldn’t be able to enter the house for another few weeks.
“Uh, sure. I don’t really have much homework to do so that will be fine.”
“Great! Wait for me outside the school okay?”
I agree to this plan as the bell rings.
“After school, okay Cameron?”
I give her a nod as I finish my lunch and head to my next class.
School continues as normal as it usually would. The teachers are boring as ever and the homework seems to pile up. Finally, the bell that ends the day rings and I am freed from the shackles of my desk. I start to leave the school as I remember that I am supposed to meet up with Heather at the school entrance. I exit the building and sit at a bench to wait for her to arrive.
A few minutes pass as I sit on the bench, waiting for her to arrive. How long is she going to take? Suddenly, Heather rushes out of the school building, looking for me. She finally sees me sitting and she heads towards me.
“Sorry, Cameron!”
She arrives in front of me, grabs a key from her bag and hands it to me.
“I forgot that I had something to do today! You can check the house out by yourself if you want to!”
I look at her bewildered. What does she have to do? I know that she has been very busy lately, but I didn’t expect her to give me a key straight out of nowhere.
“Um, okay I guess.”
I unconsciously reach for the key and take it from her hand.
“Okay then! I’ll see you tomorrow Cameron!”
She rushes back inside the school building to wherever she has to go.
“Well then…”
I take a look at the key. It is a steel key that looks very ornate and old. It’s bow looks like a human with horns, a demon more likely. Enough time wasted though, might as well check out the house. I head towards the bike rack, unlock the chains and head towards the house.
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