Speed Of Sound
Chapter 1: Winter Fires
I screwed the tip of my pencil into my desk; jadedly, I stared at the gooves in my yellow number two pencil from where I chewed on it in first block. I'm always waiting anxiously for something magical to happen; funny? I know nothing would happen, nothing ever does.
"Harper?!"
"Uh?!" I jerked my head up from my hand, dropping the pencil, hearing it slip from my desk and plummet to the tiled foor. My cheek felt warm and pressured from where my head met my hand.
"Fire drill? you coming?!" She pointed her long finger at the door. Why didn't I hear the bell ring? I am sitting in the front, right next to the wall and bell itself.
I nodded, stood, and made my way to the door. walking down the narrow hallway was nearly impossible, people kept shoving me to the wall, knocking my to my knees almost. But in short seconds, I met the door and breathed in the grimy stench of gasoline and armpits that filled the midcourse. It was dark and snowing outside, making the air slightly more tolerable, by freezing my nose and all...
I trembled from the airstream of arctic winds that felt deathly. I sauntered over to my teacher in the bright red winters jacket. She looked warm, warmer than me atleast.
"Mrs, I d-don't thu-think this is nu-nu-necessary. Why do we have to d-do this, w-we all know what t-to do during a d-drill!" I studdered, rapping myself up in the pathetic excuse of a jacket. "This will not take much longer, Harper." With that she turned and walked away to where all the other teachers were standing.
I trembled in defeat, My arms encased around my sides, burrowed under my armpits. I turned and looked at the other frozen students as they huddled around each other for some sort of warmth. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something, or should I say someone, that brought all the warmth back into me, Justin Russo.
I jumped up and down with excitment, I hadn't seen him since the beginning of last semester and a few times at the shop.
He looks so different. His hair, longer and darker; his eyes, green like always but more emerald and light with life; and his body, well I've never seen it before but just by looking at his arms, I could tell he had been working out over the semester. I wanted nothing more than to walk over to him and say something, but before I could take another step-
"ALRIGHT, EVERYONE BACK TO CLASS!" I sighed heavily, watching him walk back with his class, I followed mine aswell.
By the time we all got back into class it was time for forth block, Art II, the last block of the day, thank god.
I grabbed my stuff off the desk and rushed to art. I walked though the two swinging doors and was not so suprized to see my best friend, Alex Russo in the same class; the seat next to her was empty and I had a feeling she knew I was in the same class as her. There she was picking the dirt out from under her nails. Walking up beside her, I set my things on the ground and took a seat next to her.
"Hey Alex!"
"Oh hey Harper!" A smile formed on her lips as we both gave one another hugs. She went back to picking at her nails.
"Well..." I turned to fully face her, leaning closer so nobody could surge in. " W-what about Justin? What's with him?"
"What do you mean, nothings wrong with him. Well, actually, he was going out with this girl over the semester, but I don't know if they are anymore, It looked like he really liked her, they never-NEVER stop kissing." She observed my features, guessing she thought I would burst out in tears and start cursing at the sky in agony...wrong. I will always love justin, but having him break my heart all these years has done something strange to me. I've been thinking much about Justin and my's relationship. It's really not a relationship at all but more like me loving him and he, running and screaming for help. I tired, Sick and tired of my heart being smashed by him, so that means no more crazy Harper this year. My obsession will always live inside of me but only for me to know, not even my best friend can know about it.
Alex smirked." Huh." she though she lost the old Harper, I could see it in her eyes as she 'huhned' at , she smirked as if it was a good thing, she looked glad that I was somewhat over him, his power over my heart was no longer. "Good?" I asked.
"...Great."
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Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards Of Waverly Place. Harper nor Justin.
I'm liking where this story is going, so it won't take long for the next chapter.