Disclaimer: Ok I don't own any off the caracters in this chapter exept Dylan, Prof. Spencers and Micheal Burns. All the other caracters belong to Kelly Armstrong!
Anything to Hold
7 Binders
6 Dividers Per Binder
Notebook Paper Highlighters
Pens and Pensils
History of Theatre Textbook
7 Folders
Copy of
Orthello
Antigone
Romeo and Juliette
Taming of the Shrew
Greeting and welcome to History of Theatre 1. My name is Professor Spencers and I will be your teacher this year. I no rules for my class, just facts that you should know. Obey them and we will get alng very nicely.
All Food and Drinks are FORBIDDIN!
I don't exept late work and excuses.
Never give make-up work.
I'm not your friend so I'm not going to hold your hand.
My classroom is a serious working evironment so no horseplay will be tolerated.
Thanks For Taking My Class
Susan Spencers
Susan Spencers
I read over the syllabus again as I munched on my ham and cheese sandwich. I put the piece of paper on my table and laughed.
Two warm arms wrapped around my stomach as I heard a husky voice in my ear say. "What are you laughing at Chloe?"
A smile graced my face as I turned to face my wolf of a boyfriend. "Nothing Derek just this paper my theatre teacher wants me to fill out." He sat down on the seat next to me and pulled me into his lap and gave me a peck on the lips. He pulled back and snatched the paper from the table and read it over.
I couldn't help but look at his face and think about how handsome he was. His emerald eyes shined with happiness. His black hair still hung a little longer than normal, but I was trying to get him to either get his bangs cut or start doing the sidesweep look. His features were relaxed which was what I liked to see.
He set the paper down and rolled his eyes at all the stupid rules there were. I mean it was a theatre class. "Chloe keep looking at Derek like that and your going to develop a staring problem."
Derek tensed at the sound of his half-sister's voice. Yes Kit had sat Derek, Tori and Simon down and explained to them that they were related. Simon took it the hardest because that meant that Kit had been with Tori's mom while his mom was still alive. (And pregnate with him at that)
Tori sat down at our little table a pulled out a chef's salade from her bag. "So how were your first classes for the day Chloe?" She asked.
""They were okay I guess."
She poured dressing over the salade and dug in. "Hey mutt were is your lunch anyway?"
Derek rolled his eyes and pulled out a brown grocery bag from his backpack. The bag was a foot-and-a-half by two feet and was almost full with food. Tori made a discusted look as he pulled out 1 of the 4 sandwichs I made for him that morning and dug in.
"So Chloe what college cources are you taking again?"
OH! I forgot to tell you. The four of us had survived the Edison Group and The Cabal. Although the Cabal one was only because Diane Enright's Boss- a man named Micheal Burns- had killed the leader of the Cabal's daughter and we had helped them capture him, in exchange for all the lives of the expiriments. Including ours. Anyway we were alive and we finish highschool. Me and Derek had been dating for about 4 years. Tori had a boyfriend named Dylan who was working at The Eightball Bar 5 miles down the road. As for Simon ... well he didn't have anyone. Yet. But I knew he hated being a fifth wheel to us and Kit's death last year didn't help any thing.
I know, I know you probably wondering, or screaming "WHAT KIT'S DEAD! BUT HOW?"
Well last year Kit, Simon and I were in a car accident. A bad one. Simon pulled me out of the car and into a ditch on the side of the road, but when he went back for Kit the car exploded. Kit was still inside. Sad I know. It tore Simon up inside, grief turned to anger and he hated me for a little while. Used to say that he should have gotten his dad out first instead of me. Derek and him were fighting quite a bit back then. Soon enough he went from blaming me to blaming himself. He'd say that if he had been faster or stronger he could of saved us both. That kind of thinking sent him into a deep depression. One none of us could pull him out of.
"Chloe? Chloe? You in there?"
"Oh yeah Tori sorry. I'm taking History of Theatre, Directing 1, Liturature, College Algebra and Outdoor Survival." I replied.
Tori looked like she was about to reply to my classes... again when Simon came walking up. Silence claimed the table as he sat down on the other side if me. "Hey Bubba. (a nickname I had started calling him about 2 years ago) How where your classes?" I asked.
He just looked past Tori. "Ok... so mutt did you fight with any of your teachers yet about you being smarter than them yet?" Tori asked trying to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen on our group.
Somehow a conversation started up. And we (minus Simon who just staired past Tori) talked about our day. I was giving my impersonation of Prof. Spencers when we heard someones stomach growl. "Damn wolf-boy are you still hungry?"
"Shut up Tori that wasn't me"
"Well it wasn't me and Chloe is still..." Tori let the sentence drop as we all reached the same conclussion. "Aye Simon where is your lunch?"
He just looked. His eyes were blank. Like there was no one in there. Like Simon's soul had gone on vacation. His once glossy blonde hair was now greasy and unkept. His clothes were either baggy or wrinkled. He looked like hell.
I bent down and pick up the extra bag of food I had packed this morning and handed it to Simon. He looked at the bag like it was foreign object, but soon he took it and smiled at me. I hated that smile. It was a bad copy of his real one. He slowly started eating and Derek, Tori and I started up the conversation again.
Before long we had to go back to class and the four of us took off in different directions. Promising to meet up at 5 back at the apartment. I looked back at Simon as he walked to his Art class and prayed that the old him would... I don't know.. come back.
I walked off to class with a worried expession on his face, Little did I know that fate was about to take the situation out our hands.
Hi guys. Ok there are so many chlerek stories and I wanted Simon to have someone. Sorry about Kit but that fact is important later in the story. Please don't kill me. Hope you like it.
Fly On!
-katie