Chapter Two: Interrogation
Author's Note: I hope this wasn't too much rambling? I felt inspired to write another chapter so I did.
Sian's hair kept escaping her ponytail and fell in her face. Annoyed with it, she just took the hairband out. Her blonde wavy hair fell down to her shoulders and she tucked what was in her face behind her ear... again. Maybe I should just cut it all off, she thought to herself. It wasn't a serious threat to her hair but she'd considered it before. Of course it was when she was walking with her binder, lost in thought that she heard it. It was a sound that pierced the cool morning air. The scream she was all too familiar with. The scream from her dream. Turning around slowly she saw it down the road. The hooded figure. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. She thought about calling for help but this wasn't the first time this had happened. She didn't know why she kept seeing him but he was everywhere. If she had called for help she wouldn't only look like a fool in front of the neighbors and they'd be out of the neighborhood in less than a day. Now that would break the moving record! The figure tilted it's head. Sian squinted her eyes and mirrored him by tilting her head as though in a semi-trance. There were voices. She and the hooded figure turned to find two boys exiting number 13. She straightened up and looked back to find the creature was gone.
She turned around and quickly continued on her journey hoping the boys wouldn't notice her. Like that was going to happen. She was the new kid living across the street and not only was she the only one outside but she had been walking in the middle of the road.
"Oi!" Sian had to stop herself from wincing but she did make a face as though she had been caught doing something wrong. Putting on that oh-so-charming fake smile, she turned around. The boys that had left number 13 ran to catch up with her. "You're the new girl right?" asked the dark skinned boy who caught up first.
"Who wants to know?"
"American? Interesting. I'm Clyde, Clyde Langer and this is Luke."
"Well Clyde Langer and... Just Luke, in America we don't like to be late to our first day of school." She turned back around and started walking, really hoped they'd take the hint. They didn't.
"Wait!" She continued walking and he and Luke hurried to catch up with her quick pace. "What's your name again?" Did this Clyde ever stop talking?
"Funny, I don't remember giving it to you in the first place." Sian had to give them the cold shoulder. She didn't make friends, they'd be a distant disappointing memory soon if they were. Having friends was too painful and being cold was the only way to keep people away.
Luke finally spoke up, "Clyde I think she doesn't want to give out her name."
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Sian muttered under her breath before stopping abruptly. "Look, if I give you my name will you leave me alone?"
"Alright," Clyde answered.
"Sian," she said before walking on again.
"Sian what?" The first boy just wouldn't give up. Luke was more quiet. Good, maybe it meant she intimated him a little. That always helped with her reputation. At least then she wouldn't a target.
"You asked my name, I gave it to you. Next time you bug someone for information, think through your negotiation."
Clyde and Luke looked at each other. Finally they were getting the hint! "C'mon Luke, can't be late again or Masterson will hold me after school!" With that, the boys ran ahead over to the sidewalk leaving Sian with so many questions that she was confident were not going to be answered. Why was she so interesting to these guys? No guys were ever interested in her and girls weren't exactly tripping over each other to be her friend either. What made her special? Maybe they knew? Maybe they saw it too! Yeah and maybe they heard it's scream and while we're in fantasy land, let's swing by the North Pole to hang with Santa's elves. Still, there was just about the same air of mystery around them as there was around her; they were equally as intriguing. Yet she didn't interrogate them in the middle of the road like they had. And before her first day of school too! As if she wasn't nervous enough. Whoever they ended up being she really hoped she wouldn't have to see much of them. She could hide in her room or her backyard and just pray that she didn't share any classes with them. Chances are they'd be moving in two weeks. That was the last interaction she'd have with Clyde Langer and Luke. Well, she can dream, can't she?
