Goodbye Mr. Remember C1:
New Foe

They become more frequent now. The flash backs, that's what. They never use to bother me because hey they are my past. The past is called a past for a reason. It happened. It's done and over with. Though why is it bothering me now? 8 years later? Why? The more frequent one is in that room. The time out room. I was always in there and that is when the worse would take place. I was beaten to a pulp. Spit on and treated like an animal. I was only 11! How am I supposed to know that pushing someone down the stairs would hurt them?

As I drink iced tea out of a little pottery cup Xiou made for me at school, I begin to do the one thing I hated most and that is reflecting on my past choices. Father praises me for my quick thinking and risk taking with decisions I make. He calls me his champion when it comes to getting Xiou out of messes she created. Though those weren't the parts of my past that I am reflecting over. No, it was the bad times.

I get up and go towards the window. It looks nice outside but not even the calmness of nature can pull me out of the slump I was putting myself in. Why am I, a 19 year old, thinking about things that happened in my childhood? Am I that traumatized? Should I tell someone? No, I must keep this to myself. I am a warrior not a sorrow story.

With nothing else to do, I got to our home gym and started training. Training for what you may ask? Trouble doesn't seem to leave me. It's as simple as this , you step up you go down fast. I haven't beaten a good ass in such a long time. I am itching for a fight.

It's the next morning and I must return to school. We were on break for Thanksgiving and finally back in class today. Sleep was crazy last night. My dreams are never good but this one in particular had me covered in goose bumps. What could it mean? Was I about to relive my past?

I walk into the class room and of course no one is there. I like to get to class early so I can calm me nerves before a ton of people show up. Eventually the teacher arrives and greeted me. His name is Mr. Manzo and I am apart of his Chemistry AP class. All my classes are advanced. They have to be for the leading valedictorian. My GPA is so high that it is impossible for anyone to catch up to me.

Soon the class is filled up with the noisy students. Those peanut brains don't belong in the same class with me. Some of them don't even know the periodic table of elements by heart like I do. Disgraceful if you ask me. Mr. Manzo quiets the class for an announcement.

"Welcome back students. I hope your vacation was great. We have a new classmate joining up."

This caught my attention. The 1st quarter was almost done and we have a new student? They are going to be way far behind. Whatever, that's not my problem. But then I saw him.

This really beautiful faced person walked in. I cannot tell if male or female to be honest though they do have a male uniform on. They has long blonde hair that was a bit curly at the ends. He was obviously a person of color but I cannot tell where he is from. His face was so exotic and his eyes! They were purple. I've never seen anything like it. Who is this boy?

"Please write your name on the board and formally introduce youself." said Mr. Manzo.

So he does what is told and I cannot read his handwriting. It was such a fancy cursive.

"My name is Malik Ishtar." He says.

Malik? Ishtar? Yeah he's not from here. Plus he has an exotic accent that proves my theory to be correct.

"Let's see" said Mr Manzo. "We have an open space next to Ms. Rua. I hope you don't mind sitting in the front."

The females in the room did a dramatic aww as if they wanted him to sit next to them. One particular female screamed out "No!" as if that's going to change anything. That female was cheerleader Maya. I have a history with her. In the 8th grade I beat her up for harassing my sister. It was over sexuality. She claimed my sister came onto her. That is still no reason to harass her to the point where she was having suicidal ideations.

Malik sat down next to me. God he smells good. I don't know how to describe the smell. But it was very…manly? Especially compared to his appearance. I stared at him for a couple of minutes. Why can't I take my eyes off him? Then suddenly he looks back at me. He's wearing makeup and lots of it. The one thing that caught my attention were the markings. Were they makeup as well? They weren't the same color as his eyeliner.

"Like what you see?" Malik suddenly says to me.

I suddenly snap out of my trance he has put me in.

"As if, don't get too cocky boy."

Then I heard a click. Did someone just take a picture of us? Fucking creepy weridos I swear I am surrounded by them.

Suddenly Mr. Manzo announced a pop quiz. He gave us homework over the break and now we were taking a quiz on it. Ha! What's Mr. cocky going to do about this?

I finished my quiz in 5 minutes and proudly turned it in….and so did he. What? What is going on here? In another 5 minutes, Mr. Manzo handed us both back our quizzes. I got a 98%. Not bad. I look over to Malik and then I see it. 100%!? This can't be. I look at him again. Where did he come from?