Chapter 12~ Oops

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“Hey grim reaper, Do you have my history book?” asked Isaac. “Will you stop calling me that!?” replied Cynthia with a glare as she gave Isaac his history book. “Ooh, don’t take me away death, I’m not ready, I beg you!” Isaac ridiculed her. Isaac and Cynthia are fraternal twins, although because of their appearance, one would never think or believe it. Isaac had spiked black raven hair as for Cynthia had platinum blonde that shined, many called it her halo. Cynthia’s face structure was a bit squared and her eyes were a chocolate color, while her brother was a bit oval structured and had a green grayish eye color. “Shouldn’t I be calling you grim reaper, black sheep?” she retorted. “I’m not as half as bad as you and your scythe!” he teased with a devious grin. Cynthia started chasing her brother with a passion for revenge, just for his little remark. Gabriel halted the bus in an instant making the entire bus and the people inside it jerk. Violet woke up hitting her head against the back of the seat. Violet let all the others off the bus and walked towards Gabriel, “You idiot your going to give everyone whiplash!” she spat angrily as she hit him in the back of the head. “It’s all in good sport,” he replied with a satisfied smile, “oh by the way here.” Gabriel handed violet her blue folder and violet took it back violently, “when did you steal this?” “Yes because a blue folder is what I always wanted to steal,” he rolled his eyes, “you left that on the bus and I just remembered to give it you.” “After you were satisfied rummaging through it all,” she retorted after glancing over the entire folder. “Could tell huh?” he asked scratching his head. “Besides the paper not being in its hinges and in the side pockets, you forgot what order I had it in didn’t you!?” “Ah never could fool you Sherlock Holmes.” Violet stepped off the bus,” No stupid criminal can fool the Sherlock,” was the last he heard as she headed up the stairs. “Hmpf…stupid criminal… I wouldn’t say that...I’d say artistically gifted,” he said to himself as he dangled her bracelet in front of him. “And I would say I’m pretty good at it,” he said amused as he moved the bus out of the lost and headed back to the station. Violet reached the top of the stairs when Isaac collided with her. Violets folder and papers flew out of her hand and all over the floor. “OW!” Isaac exclaimed “yeah no kidding mind getting off me?!” violet exclaimed irritated. Isaac opened his eyes to see someone underneath him and the location of his knee, knowing full well she didn’t appreciate that he quickly got off. “Oh I’m so sorry.” Violet managed to sit up and give Isaac a glare. “Ha-ha nice going Isaac,” Cynthia interjected enjoying every minute of his embarrassment. “Shut it Scythe!” He yelled at her. Indeed that is quite enough Miss Cynthia” interrupted the dean. Cynthia quickly recovered her composure and became silent with an innocent smile. The dean looked at his watch, “Miss Cynthia are you not late for your class?” Cynthia looked at her watch and was horrified. “Oh it seems that way please excuse me,” Cynthia quickly said as she took a few steps then sprinted to class. “Now then,” the dean continued, “Mr. Isaac I assume you learned your lesson, please do avoid running and hurting the incomers of the academy,” Isaac nodded his head, “I assure you, I will be more careful.” The dean looked at violet,” do you need to go to the nurses office. You did hit your head pretty hard.” Violet gave a small moan and looked up at the dean,” its nothing. I have dealt with worse,” she replied giving a reassured smile. “Very well, be safe.” She said she he waved his hand and continued to roam the campus. “Incomers?” she whispered to herself as she watched him walk away. “It’s a category name they give student that have been here from one to four years,” Isaac stated as he picked up violets belonging and placing them inside her folder. “Oh and what would you be categorized in?” violet said rudely. Isaac stopped for a moment hearing her agitated tone of voice, “I am categorized as a traveler, along with my sister.” Isaac walked back to violet and held out his hand to help her up. Violet stood up and dusted herself off. Violet stared into Isaacs eyes then looked at his hand he was offering her. Violet shook his hand, “I do hope you intend to give me back my folder,” Isaac looked directly into violets eyes and gave her the folder, “look I’m sorry. It was an accident. Here have this, if you need me or need a favor call me.” Isaac handed her a card, “well I must be off, I have a meeting in a few minutes,” he said waiting for no response. Violet looked at the card he handed her and read: “Isaac smith cell: 669-2125-7348 anything you need I can do.” “What an egotistical thing she said disgusted and placed it in her folder heading towards the promenade and park.