Forgive the retarded writer who lykes to bold stuff.
So I'm back to writing and my writing butsy block is gone! :D And at this darn time when I have to face my third term exam too!
And I have a feeling that this chapter has something wrong with it... if you notice anything please just tell whatever you want. XD My self esteem is not that high.
When I went back, as usual, tears wanted to leak out.
My mother is a insane person.
She smiles. She laughs.
She doesn't know what darkness lurks in her mind.
And it's my mom.
My mom.
Five days later
My attention lifted from my homework consciously, expecting the devil to pounce on my money again.
But no.
He wasn't around.
I can't even see him lurking around finding extra pennies through the gap of my window.
Suspicion stirred up inside my heart, heating it.
But what can he do? Dad was away.
He's still owing six bucks to buying that Ninjago set.
I sighed, thinking of the rang of stuff he would do, then settle back onto my work.
What is he doing right now...?
The events today was led to a beyond expected. I looked around, my hand gripping my drat bag firmly.
The hall was empty.
Completely free of any living being.
My eyes rested on the clock above the street of lockers for a brief moment.
My nose twitched.
Eight thirty sharp.
Strange...
My strength on my backpack loosened, and the messy phrap on the floor echoed around me.
It was true.
They were all gone.
The silence mocked me, so I simply heaved my bag out, trying to ignore the screaming curiosity inside, dragging my steps to my IT lab.
Well, it was good thing, right?
No one giving you that stare, no one there to give you any whispers that set the itch to slap anybody.
But where did everyone go?
This time was the break for the sophomores...
Were they all being abducted my aliens?
Or... was this another game of Sarah?
I was so lost in my thoughts as I made my way upstairs, I couldn't get out to reality. It was as of a cage, a cage that I have no key to.
Sarah was the only girl that made my life a misery to live in. The the Queen of the Grade, crowned in the last Winter Formal.
I didn't know what I did to make my life a piece of junk.
She was already mixed with evil the first thing when I stepped into her life.
Maybe my evil twin did something.
She couldn't just stare at me for the first time and have the malice sparking in her eyes already.
When I let a small push to let the door heave open, and peeked inside, glimpsing of any attacks or traps set for me. As soon as my consciousness informed me of no upcoming threats, I let myself into the room, but in slow, cautious steps.
Mr. Moore was sitting at the corner, twisting his white, soft coat of mustache, a odd habit of his. His eyes, sunken in and drooped, was staring intently at the computer screen in front of him. I greeted him quietly, and went to take claim a seat at random, because, of course, no one was here.
Which was what I thought, at least.
The moment I found a decent seat beside a window, I took a seat, and instantly, a sound of a fart erupted from below my seat. The red of humiliation immediately spread across my face as Mr Moore looked up, his brow raised.
I immediately stood up, and scrambled to another seat.
I sat on it, praying silently that nothing was gonna happen.
A spray of goo inked out of the keyboard in front of me, and I had to seal my mouth to banish the scream, but my heart was racing wildly and my mind was loosing its wits.
What was happening?
I moved to the seat beside it, but before I could, something on the ground stabbed my feet, and pain shot up as my balance toppled, my right arm cushioning a painful fall as I gritted my teeth.
Taking in more violent breaths, I tried to move, but when I felt myself refusing to budge, I looked down.
Bubblegum.
Chewed.
I shrieked.
I didn't want to care if Mr. Moore was looking at this. He couldn't care less about my fate.
No one does.
No one ever does.
Not even my own brother.
My mother is insane.
My father barely sees me.
Terrible.
My life is a tragedy.
Before my tears, tears that I resisted for so long can finally leak, a creak came out of the opening door.
I bit my lip, dread trickling in, knowing there will be cameras will scroll in, teases, laughs, and then with magic of photoshop, viola, my humiliation will go multiple times worse.
But no.
A sole pair of steps sounded along the room, not a bunch of them.
The dread slowly leaked out of my heart, replaced by a tidal wave of relief that crushed it.
I looked up weakly, and came face to face with a boy in disheveled, onyx hair, chocolate brown eyes and a curious freckled face. My heart melted into molten feelings as he grabbed my arm, heaved, and I sprang out of the trap, back into my balance.
"Thanks." I choked, rubbing the place where the gum had sealed me to place.
"Hey, no problem." He smirked. "You would've get swarmed by camera flashes if you were there."
Confusion reigned my thoughts, and I couldn't help it.
"Why are you helping me?" I blurted, although the back of my mind was screaming and flailing its hand to pull the words back.
Too late.
The boy chuckled as I clasped my hand to my mouth to prevent anything stupid that can get me into further trouble.
My eyes gazed at his, trying to find at least a hint of a hunger for amusement, but there was nothing that mocked me except for the blankness of his eyes.
"Well, I twas thinking that I wouldn't be happy if someone humiliates me like that as well..." He looked back at the mess I made in collaboration with the set up traps.
I couldn't help but scratch the back of my neck, embarrassment came up like magma up to a mouth of a volcano. "I'm sorry." I whispered, hoping it was so soft he wouldn't bother to decipher the apology.
What if he doesn't know what I was saying sorry for? It'll get more awkward.
The atmosphere didn't need him to get confused to make the situation so uncomfortable the I had to lower my head. Then I heard his voice murmuring something around going back to class and Mr Moore standing up.
"Why are these bunch of kids so late? Hmph." The feeble man crossed his arms stiffly like a lively general, his eyes narrowing and walked to the door. I watched, then looked back at the boy.
"Bye."
He smiled with the sudden warmth exploding from him, and jogged to the door before the tiny contracting gap squeezed out.
I could only stare.
Eventually the sophomores came out of their hiding nest, some still giggling at the mess I made, but I can see the Queen of the Winter Formal was sulking about the ugly twist of scheme.
The very first triumph finally flickered into my heart.
When I got home, I was still stunned by the miraculous hand extended to me, but before I could think further, my dad stomped into the room, silently. His fists were held firmly side by side of his body, and although his face showed no emotion, I can see fire raging in his eyes.
Something was up.
He turned to me.
"Did you see Robin?" His tone was calm yet unnerving, as if he was holding back the flames of anger, yet it was almost in vain. I shook my head. "Nope. What happened?"
"He went into eBay. He stole my credit card to purchase something called LEGO. And it was three thousand bucks."
My heart shriveled and crippled to ashes.
The day continued to grow old.
The sun continued to shine.
Birds played among the embrace of the afternoon winds.
Trees swayed with the rhythm of the breeze swiftly.
Nothing was aware of what crime shattered into scene.
Dad retired to a comfortable place to go in attempt to soothen his spirits to wait for Robin to return and unleash his wrath, but I don't think Robin would even think of leaving whichever friend's house he was hiding in now.
My heart was tangled. Corrupted. Messed up.
Hurt.
I couldn't bear anymore concentration on whatever worksheet I was doing right now.
My distraction lays not far from me, hovering right under my heart.
I knew Robin will go far for claiming whatever he wants, but this was over the limits a ten year old could do.
Far from it.
This is ridiculous.
THREE THOUSAND BUCKS.
Before I can go further ranting foolishly on, a rap sounded on my door.
"Come in." I rasped.
The door creaked open, and a figure jumped in agile onto my bed. His shaggy auburn hair struck familiarity and the thundering flames my father possessed into me.
I thought I would break down and cry.
I thought I would just kneel and beg him to stop all of this incredulous nonsense.
But nooooooo.
"Do you have ANY idea what in the world you are doing right now?!" I threatened, leaving my seat and inching closer to him. Soon my shadow towered over him, and I can see the dread tricking in his eyes.
"THIEF! WRETCH! BRAT! IF THEY SEE YOU WITH THE NEWS CARRYING AROUND YOU, THIS WILL BE THE TITLES YOU EARN!"
My hands grabbed a bunch of worksheets and dagger them to the ground.
"you know?" Robin asked, wide eyed.
My brother lowered his head, but no words formed to shield him.
"You don't understand anything, Robin. Your obsession is blinding you. It's getting you nowhere. It's crap." I hissed through my mouth.
"Junk."
"Yes. I said, LEGO IS A BUNCH OF JUNK!"
"SHUT UP!" He finally screamed back, and my advance stopped. Silence hung in the conversation for a long moment, before he glared at me, and before I could act, his agile body whisked him out of the room.
Before he can run away once again, I bolted behind, slamming the door shut behind me.
We raced down the stairs, like a predator hunting a deer, and at times there was a hair's breadth before my desperate fingers on his hoodie.
Yet he still slipped from my grasp, like my hope that builded up so much.
Ache ate my back, but I didn't have the right to care.
Before I knew it, we were at the bottom of the stairs of the apartment, and Robin whisked away into the woods nearby us.
Well, they don't call this place La Natura without any less amusement to.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Robin's heavy sneakers smashed to the ground, crippling the path of dried leaves, the entrance into the woods.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
The chant became from silent to a beating sound at my ear. My pursuit was leading me deeper and deeper into the forest, a limit I've never ventured beyond.
Robin, come back.
Come back.
Back.
Now.
Before I can unleash my own physical wrath on him, he lunged and disappeared into the bosom of the trees and vines.
"ROBIN! COME BACK NOW!" I screamed, my weariness pulling my body down.
No answer.
"ROBIN!"
Yeah, I think the fault ends about here now. See ya next time,I guess, if you guys bother to stick with this crappy fic.