I Don't Believe in Fairies
By: Kelly
Chapter One: The Beginning
Ivy's POV
My chewed up Number Two pencil furiously scribbled along the last page of my exam as my eyes darted back and forth, back and forth. My desk groaned in protest as I swiftly changed my position. I could hear the clock teasing me; tick tock, tick tock. Was it just me, or does the clock seem to be in fast forward? Someone next to me cleared their throat.
Mr. DeMarc stood silently at the front of the classroom, arms crossed, looking smug.
"Two minutes left," He said. I gasped and wrote faster. It seemed to be getting harder and harder to breathe. I could feel the sweat dripping down my neck.
Exams. Every student's worst nightmare. And these weren't just any exams. These were my senior year exams. This exam would determine my success or failure. One wrong move and I'll end up working in McDonalds for my entire life. If I flunked this, all my dreams will never come true.
"One minute remaining." A whimper almost escaped my lips. Has it really been that long? A whole minute, wasted. My eyes frantically scanned the pages, searching for errors. I erased numerous sentences and bubbled in answers, only to smooth out the page, panic, and then write the same thing over again.
"Times up. Pencils down. Please pass your exams forward and you may leave." I froze. A sigh of contempt found its way out of my lungs as I slowly set my pencil down. I glanced across the room to my friends Cecilia and Lysander. At the same time, they flashed me identical smiles and two thumbs up.
I sank into my metal desk chair, exhausted. After passing my paper up, I shakily shoved textbooks back into my torn up book bag. My fellow classmates slowly left the room. Cecilia bounded over towards me.
"So..." She said, biting her lip. "How do you think you did?"
"Horrible!" I threw my hands up. "I completely screwed up the math section! For some idiotic reason, I thought x times x was 2x! Gosh I'm such an idiot!" Cecilia took a seat upon my desk and I angrily shoved pens and paper into my book bag, pell-mell.
"Well we all knew you'd fail math anyways." She smiled. It took a second before my frown was unwillingly wiped from my face. I giggled.
"True," I said. "Although I don't think I did too badly on the reading and writing sections. History was easy, as always. And as for science...well, lets just say I don't think I'm going to fulfill a life in chemistry any time soon." As I stood up, Lysander appeared and resided by Cecilia's side.
I smiled at my two best friends. Cecilia and Lysander Ramona have been my best friends since grade school. They were the outcasts because they were twins and did everything alike and wore the same clothes and had the same hairstyle. They were an easy target for popular kids. So was I. There I was, little 6 year old me, wearing my sisters hand-me-downs, sitting in a corner in the classroom, sobbing because Stacy Brown stole my chocolate milk. Then, like superheroes, Lysander and Cecilia took me under their wing. We were never the richest or the hottest kids at school. We weren't popular but we weren't nerds. We really didn't have a clique at all. As we progressed through school, yes, we talked to the popular kids and the nerds and the jocks and the freaks and the druggies and the goths, but it's not like we were ever invited to any party's or anything. It was just the three of us. But that's how we liked it.
"So, how'd you do, Lysander?" I asked, beaming. He grinned back.
"Not too bad," He said. "Better than Cecilia, anyways." Her jaw dropped. Lysander let out a small yelp as she punched him in the arm.
"We all know that I'm the smarter twin," She said as she pointed to herself. Lysander smiled as he gently rubbed his arm. He mumbled something about "hitting like a man" as he shuffled back to his seat to grab his book bag.
"Ready to go?" Cecilia asked. I took one last look around the classroom. Memories flowed into my mind like a river. Lysander, Cecilia and I shooting paper balls at the back of Stacy Brown's platinum blonde head; the textbook fight we had one day after school in tutoring when Mr. DeMarc left to use the "Lavatory"; all the numerous projects we partnered up on; the chocolate milk chugging contest...
"Ready as I'll ever be," I said as I stood up. I nodded quickly to Mr. DeMarc as I made my way towards to the door.
"Its kind of sad," Lysander said as he stood in the middle of the room. "We're done with High School. We'll never see this room again." Mr. DeMarc looked at us, annoyed.
"What do you mean 'never see this room again'?" Mr. DeMarc barked. Lysander rolled his eyes.
"Well, you see Mr. DeMarc, the three of us are seniors," He said in a voice one would use while talking to an impatient 3 year old. "There are four years to High School and after the last year, we graduate and—"
"I bloody well know that you are graduating, Ramona!" Mr. DeMarc shouted. Mr. DeMarc and Lysander don't really have a healthy past. Lysander took up the role of class clown when Anthony Gerard left two years ago. By doing this, the three of us traveled a little farther up the popularity ladder but in the teacher's eyes, we are just as bad as the druggies and trouble makers. Of course, Lysander is the class clown, but who do you think helps him with all the pranks? That's right. I've been caught red-handed many times trying to help Lysander get a laugh.
Anyways, Mr. DeMarc has loathed Lysander ever since the "toupee" incident.
"What I mean is," Mr. DeMarc's face was red with anger. "You haven't heard the announcements that have been playing in the morning for the past two weeks?" Lysander blinked and shook his head.
"I should have known," said Mr. DeMarc as he sat down, smugness written all over his bulbous face. "You never listen to the announcements. You always sit in the back with your 'posse', never paying attention!" Lysander smiled at this, as if he was proud.
"What did the announcements say?" I asked, politely. Whatever is was, it wasn't good news and I would rather not get on Mr. DeMarc's bad side if my predictions were true.
"You still have two more weeks of school." Cecilia and Lysanders jaws dropped. I cursed under my breath, mad at myself for even thinking up that prediction.
"Shut up!" Cecilia cried. Mr. DeMarc looked taken aback.
"One night detention for you, Miss Ramona." Mr. DeMarc yelled. Cecilia shut her mouth. "The seniors need two more weeks of school to meet their quota. We have had too many snow days and inconvenient school cancellations for you all to graduate just yet. Just two more weeks of seeing your faces and I'll be done with you forever." His eyes glazed over in a dreamy state. The three of us took this time to hurry out of the room.
"Two more weeks of school!" Lysander shouted.
"I got detention," Cecilia cooed softly.
"A whole two weeks!"
"Detention," said Cecilia.
"This sucks"
"What's mom going to say when she learns I have detention when school was supposed to be out?" Lysander winced dramatically.
"I'll stay in my room for that one."
All the teachers love Cecilia (Except Mr. DeMarc). She's only had detention twice this entire school year and has always been terrified of it. Lysander and I, on the other hand, are very used to it.
We walked side by side as we made our way home, huge burdens resting above our heads. The thought of two more weeks of school brought down my mood. I looked over at Lysander and Cecilia, who walked in step, the same depressed looks inebriated upon their faces. Cecilia's golden brown locks bobbed up and down around her face. Her bright blue eyes stared at the ground. I could tell she was formulating a plan in her head, trying to make up a conversation starter that would make detention sound not-so-bad. Lysander was fuming. During the last month of school, I could see him yearning for it to be over. I could tell he wanted to start his future, even though he didn't know what he wanted to be yet.
The sad thing is, neither did I. I've considered many professions, ranging from florist to a flight attendant. The best idea I had yet, is to be a drama teacher. I have loved the performing arts ever since I was little. Although lately, I've taken a liking to writing. The little kid inside of me didn't want me to pick a profession. It wanted to stay a kid forever. I wasn't ready to grow up.
The back of my neck prickled uncomfortably, as if someone was watching me. I snapped my head around, searching for the pair of eyes I felt stabbing into my back. Nothing. Tree's whipped in the wind and the bushes remained silent. Not a soul was outside. I ignored it and kept walking.
I said my usual goodbye as we arrived at the fork in the road. I gave a bear hug to a worried looking Cecilia.
"Don't worry," I said, rubbing her back. "You'll be fine. Your mother knows what a jerk DeMarc is." She smiled. I turned around to give Lysander a hug. He swept me up in his arms and I giggled.
"I just thought of a great prank," He whispered in my ear. "One that will put us on the map." He squeezed me a little tighter before we broke apart. I blushed.
"We're graduating soon. Don't you think it's a little late to get on the map?" I asked.
"Better late than never." He smiled as he turned around, and made his way home with Cecilia. My body still felt warm where his had been only moments before. I looked forward to his hugs everyday. I've had a school-girl crush on Lysander since the 5th grade, when he kissed me on the cheek on Valentine's Day. Then he shoved a chocolate heart in my face. I smiled, reminiscing. I've always been too scared to tell anyone about my crush on Lysander. I haven't even told Cecilia, who I tell everything to. I'm scared that if I do, it would ruin our friendship. And besides, I wouldn't have the courage to.
I sighed and continued walking, my mind wandering to Lysander. I couldn't help but grin. The memories I had with him always made me chuckle. I arrived home with an image of Lysander in my mind and the feeling of being watched hovering over me.
Please review! It would really mean a lot to me.
I've been meaning to write a Peter fanfic for a while and decided to do it on a whim, so enjoy!
Kelly
Peace