I finaly feel emotionally stable. I'm pretty sure I have English class next. Shit, I have an oral presentation today. Fuck, I allways hated thoses. Ever since I was younger, I never liked being the center of attention. It's as if I can feel them judging me. It's like I know what they're thinking without them saying it. I know it's probably just axiety but somehow it feels different. I mean, I know how axiety feels. I only start getting axiety after I get this strange vibe. I get very sick when I show projects to the class. Yeah, it makes no sense. Maybe it's just me.
Author's note: Abilities can also activate when they are in great distress
I start to make my way to class till I realise I still have my bag on. I mean I could bring it to class but phones aren't allowed and I don't trust the teacher with it. I reach my locker that is halfway of the route to class.
Lock combination: 4, 7, 3
Shit. It's 4, 17, 3
Got it. I remove my lock and open my locker. Shit. The door of my locker is filled with graffiti.
"Die. Kill yourself. No one likes you. F*gg*t. Pick a side. Die."
How am I suppose to get rid of permanent ink?
I feel like I'm about to break. Tears start to fill my eyes.
No. I can't cry now. I shake it off and put my bag in my locker. My eyes start to water. I try to hide my face in my locker, making sure no one sees. Not here not now. I can't cry now. Be a man. Nevermind, that sounds cringy. I smile in pain. Once I finaly gained control over my emotions, I grab my stuff and lock my locker. I'm just gonna paint over it.
"You weren't at chem class!"
"Happy as ever I see. Sheesh! It won't hurt to smile once in a while. Keep frowning and you'll get wrinkles. Anyways, I made you lunch!"
"Go away Todd."
"Don't you have math right now. Isn't math across the building?"
"Oh Andy, you're allways so considerate. BYEEEEE!!!"
I reached the English classroom. I hesitate for a moment before opening the metal, blue door. I take my seat at the back left corner of the classroom. The desk is near the window so I can daydream like a main character of an anime. I laugh at the stupidity.
Aren't main character suppose to have an important role to the story? Like do something important. Accomplish something. A nobody turning into a somebody who changes the story for the better. I'm still waiting for that change. Maybe there isn't one.
The bell rings and the teacher still hasn't shown up yet. The usual. The door opens and a short girl with wavy brown hair speed walks through the front of the classroom clutching tightly to her books. For a moment our gazes meet. She has two mesmerizing emerald green eyes with blue edges that feels like they cut deep into you. I don't usually go for girls but I think this is what they call fate, or something like that.
A cheerleader puts her leg out across the aile and trips the mysterious girl. She falls but catches herself on a desk. Suddenly, the vase of miss Sarah shatters on her counter.
"Clumsy Kayla has done it again. Miss Sarah's favourite vase is in pieces."
"B-b-but I wasn't anywhere near the vase. I-it wasn't my fault."
"B-b-but we all saw you smash I-it." Sydney repeated mockingly.
"I-I-I didn't, I-it was an accident."
"Miss Sarah will be disappointed."
I stand up. I'm so mad that I could just... just... scream!
"Shut up Sydney. You tripped her!"
"What are you talking about? Of course a delinquent would stand up for a lier. Partners in crime."
"That's enough Sydney!" The teacher as arrived half-asleep but still has Karen energy.
"Everyone sit down! I called the janitor and he will clean up the mess. Untill then, stay away from the glass!"
Everyone went quiet and obeyed the teacher. Miss Sarah can be pretty scary when she doesn't get enough sleep. Once, someone tried asking her a question about our homework when she was cranky and she started throwing books across the classroom. She hit five people, two of them with nose bleeds and somehow, she didn't get in trouble with the school board. They said she has a "special" reason. Maybe she just has connections within the school board? Or maybe, she has some sort of problem or disability? She seems pretty normal to me.
"Today, we start presenting your essays. We will start with Aaron."
"It's Daron, miss S. Aaron is sick at home right now."
"Oh, sorry Daron."
It's actually just Aaron. He has... problems. The thing is he's two people or two personalities. Aaron is kind and caring. He helps others, does volunteering, good with working with others and likes guys. He's gay. Daron on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He hates people, has no empathy, thinks highly of himself and is asexual. He belives the only one he needs is himself and I guess sometimes Aaron too. Both Aaron and Daron are incredibly smart. They have the highest GPA and never failed once.
I knew Aaron before he knew Daron. He allways had the second personality but he wasn't a separate person till the 7th grade. At first, the teachers and his parents thought he was lonely so he imagined he has a twin brother. Except, by the end of 8th around the beginning of sumer, they realised it wasn't a phase. The doctors say he has a split personality disorder. When ever he switches, everyone learned to get used to it.
"It is an exceptional device that allows you to..."
Waiting is irritating. Axiety is slowly building up inside me. I feel like when the moment comes I might just break...
*clap clap clap*
"Andrew! You're up next!"
Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm not ready yet!
The class goes silent and every head turns towards me. I have no choice. I get up from my seat and slowly make my way to the front. I can feel the gazes of all the other students follow me. My hands start to sweat.
"Andrew, whats is your..."
The voices start to fade in the background. The only thing I hear clearly is the sound of my breathing. Shit. I feel so dizzy that I could just... I could just...
I see a man standing in a dark room. It's the same man that I seen from before except he is not in miss Clair's house. This house is nicer and more elegant. The walls are creamy grey and the floor is dark wood. I cannot identify the man because his face is hidden in the darkness of the room. He's trying to speak to me. I can't quite understand what.
"... can't stay... coming... 42..."
The man falls to the ground. A puddle of blood starts to accumulate under him and I hear screams in the background that sounds like miss Clair's.
I wake up to find the school nurse hovering over me.