Chapter 5A Chapter by Catherine FrainChapter 5: "An enemy already"“So tell me, Mr. Timmons- you have been homeschooled your entire life?” Mr. Qassion asked me. “Oh, yes sir. My mother never did trust public education, but now I live with my father and he refused to continue the homeschooling.” “You talk a lot, now don’t you? I see that you have completed the required foreign language, science, and English credits that we require for our students to have. You have one more math requirement, and mostly you are done. You can choose whatever you wish from the list of classes that we offer our students here at Northwest.” I looked down at the paper that he gave me and pointed out several classes. “Those ones.” “Good choices. Here’s your schedule. There’s a student guide out in the waiting area waiting for you. She’ll give you the whole tour of the school and show you to the class,” Mr. Qassion said. “Alright,” I told him as I left the room. Standing out in the main room there was one girl in the middle of it. She turned when I cleared my throat. I jumped back- she was nearly an identical match to Harlee- the one I lost when I was fourteen. “Ha...Harlee. Yo...you can’t be.” “Name’s Laila. Laila Evans. I don’t know who this Harlee is,” she told me. “S..sorry. You just reminded me of someone that I knew.” She snorted. “As far as I know, I am not like anyone else on this entire planet. And great- I get to show around another Whovian.” “What’s wrong with a Whovian? Nothing, that’s what.” “You are not understanding what I am saying. It’s all ‘The Doctor did this’, ‘Rose Tyler was left all alone and she will never know what he wanted to say’, ‘The Doctor Regenerated again and I cried’. But most of all you love to quote this Tenth Doctor. ‘People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.’ It’s so very suffocating constantly having to hear that,” Laila said with a snort of disgust. “Oh, come on. I’m not even that bad as others are. So you could do well to remember to shut up. I don’t care who you are. I don’t take kindly to the words of people who like to take cheap shots at people.” I glared at her and turned away. “Let’s just get on with this.” She snorted and turned and quickly walked away. “I don’t want to do this, you little creeper. Thinking that I am someone else. I mean by god...who does that to a person that they just met?” “You talk too much,” I replied, shoving hands into my pocket. “Shut up. I just want to get back to class,” she glared at me as she looked back at me. Ignoring the look, I sighed and followed after her as she leads her through the six hallways that composed the school. One was English, Mathematics, Sciences, History, Arts, and then miscellaneous classes. The school was a maze, with the library making the center of the school. The gyms and auditorium made up the west side of the school; the cafeteria made up the east side. I walked into my classroom- the second period. This period was Honors American History. I walked in and tried to quietly shut the door- but I could tell that everyone’s eyes were on me. “Who are you?” the teacher asked me, walking to me, balancing precariously in high heels. “Isaac Timmons, ma’am. I just started today.” I handed her my schedule and she nodded. “Find a desk to sit at. That’ll be your assigned seat for the rest of the school year.” As I slid into a seat in the middle of the room in the front. History has always been my favorite thing- for it’s not very helpful in my lifestyle, so it’s fun to learn something different. “The battle of Concord was....” the teacher had returned to her notes, leaving me to space off. Long hours filled the day and I was finally about to drive back to the hotel that I was calling home for the extent of the hunt. I looked around the sparsely decorated room- “Home...I suppose.” I dropped down my bag on the bed and fell upon it. I pulled out my laptop and signed into the police network going to the coroner's reports from the autopsies. It was exactly like Dad had said- only the hearts were missing out of all the victims. “Why high school kids, though?” I muttered under my breath, standing up. As I tried to understand the reason for why they would kill these people and then take the hearts, my phone rang but I just let it ring and ring. I let my sister talk me into having it set to the theme song of Fairy Tail- her favorite anime. (Which I had watched like once before, so we watch it together.) I paced heavily back and forth my fingers tapping against my arms. “Why..them? What is the purpose of the hearts? Maybe a pack? The pack leader is too injured to hunt maybe?” I sighed. “This is impossible without more investigation..but since I am in high school this time- I have homework...” I grabbed my bookbag and then sat down at the desk, fishing out my history and math books. They still expected me to do homework, even though I just started at the school. © 2017 Catherine Frain |
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Added on February 3, 2017 Last Updated on February 3, 2017 AuthorCatherine FrainOmaha, NEAboutWelcome to my profile! I love to write as you can see- so feel free to write a review and check out the rest of my work. I am slowly posting stuff from my Google account here so yeah! I hope y'all kee.. more..Writing
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