Listening to the tapping of rain on the roof of the classroom seemed like the only interesting pastime that morning. The date was January ninth of twenty fifteen, and as I glanced across the classroom I could tell that no one was really doing their work; except the A+ students—aka not me.
Mr. Sandoval had seated me as far as he could from my friends, Scarlet Woods and Mathew Lakewood. Although when I glanced over, Mathew was staring at me with his strangely violet colored eyes, his bangs falling into his face. Mathew was one of those kids who never did their work, but seemed to keep one of the best grades. His long blond hair was pulled into a low hanging pony tail and his sun glasses were perched on the top of his nose.
Scarlet sat next to him, since they didn't seem to talk much when I wasn't around. Her short blond hair was messy and her brown eyes were trained on the manga book I'd let her borrow because I'd finished it at lunch. Mathew raised an eyebrow and I replied with a sigh and a 'slit my throat' motion that he chuckled at.
"Miss Woods, put away the book and get to work." Scarlet looked up, her eyes slightly wide. I guess she'd seen the new Titan. She nodded quickly, placing her bookmark on the correct page and set the book into her bag.
I brushed a few strands of hair out of my face as Mathew turned back to his desk. The girl next to me, Terry, was doddleing inside of the school-owned science book. I glanced over and nearly snorted at the sight of a large, poorly drawn dick at the top left corner of page 69.
I turned back to my work. The pages I had to fill out were blank and boring. The work we do in this class can suck my woman balls. It was everything I despised; and it wasn't luck that we'd be dissecting pigs in the spring. It is fun eating meat, not actually having to dissect what the hell it comes from. One of my vegetarian friends, Lucy had to be pulled from this class because when she heard we were doing that, she fainted and dropped a nasty smelling chemical Sandoval had asked her to hold.
I could hear whispering—four voices. Three men; one was funny, it reminded me of that Doctor Who show. The other was a deep American voice. The last was one I didn't recognize but I could keep hearing '-a'. And the girl's voice was so hushed that I didn't know what kind of accent it was.
"Who's talking?" The teacher frowned and then looked straight at me. I froze a little from the eye-contact until he looked away. "Who is talking?" He says it slowly, and with a little more edge in his choice. The murmuring stops, and the class falls into dangerous and scary silence.
And then, with no explanation or logic put in, the door to the supply closet flung open. In the archway stood a man with strawberry-blond hair. His bright blue eyes circled around the room till they landed on me. He looked to be about nineteen, maybe a little older and wore mostly pink and blue with purple sneakers.
As soon as he was out, I saw that in his hand he held a cupcake with bright pink frosting and what I hoped was sprinkles.
The next to step out was a tall red-head with sunglasses on. He had a lot of ear piercings, and a piercing that rested on the lower left corner of his mouth. Over his shoulder rested a baseball bat—which happened to had nails attacked near the top. He wore mostly dark clothing, excluding the brown bomber-jacket that was ripped and tattered with the number '05' fading on the back.
The last out was a male, taller than the first, but shorter than the second. He looked Italian, with very, very dark auburn hair and even darker amber colored eyes. He wore a dark tan military uniform along with a black hat, a strange curl sticking from his head. He had a long blade in one hand, a revolver in the other.
But I wasn't scared for a moment. For the first few seconds, I only wondered where the girl was. The man was still looking at me and I gasped in a breath. Standing, I spoke.
"Oliver." I don't know how the name came to mind… Oliver Lakewood was Mathew's adoptive father. This man… this man was not him. Mr. Lakewood had brown eyes and dirty blond hair. He wore mostly black and grey. This was not him. And yet, he smiled and giggled.
"Hello poppet! Long time no see." I was confused, who were these guys. Everyone had their eyes on me now, and I felt strange. Suddenly, an arm wraps around me and pulls me back. The man's smiled only widens. "Well now it's a party." He giggled. I couldn't help but think this guy was crazy… absolutely crazy.
I didn't turn to see who was holding me, I was too scared to even breathe.
"You're crazy." The strange accented man spoke, his mouth rather close to my ear. "You're just crazy." The man with blue eyes giggled.
"You're one to speak, my dear Danish friend."
"I am not your friend." The arm around me tensed, so I tensed. Suddenly, blue eyes frowned and the arm released me, and two people came at my sided. They lifted me up and ran towards the back of the room.
"Miley!" Mathew stood in his seat and I cried out as the Italian man raised his gun. It was no use in trying to get away from these two men—I would die either way.
"Don't-a worry Bella! You have-a high pain tolerance right?" I was confused and frowned despite my situation I tried to understand what he ment. Suddenly, the two let go and I went flying. The last thing I saw was a happy Italian, a grumpy Italian and the backside of a blond in a black suite.
Then, and only then, did the window shatter and I fell into darkness.