The next morning was strange for Eragon. He was jittery and nervous and he felt like everyone was whispering about him, like they knew his dark secret.
As Eragon stood in the hallway before school, he was debating on skipping classes today but when he saw his two best friends, Arya and Saphira walking towards him, a sense of relief washed over him like a tidal wave. He felt refreshed as he looked at the smiling faces of his extended family.
His two best friends could not be more opposite. Well in appearance anyway. Saphira, who he had known since their diaper days, was of average height and had curves in all the right places. She had the bluest, brightest eyes, like clear sapphires that sparkled and twinkled in the light. Her hair was of the lightest blonde, and when he first saw her, it had reminded him of a halo. But now that he knew her, Eragon knew that this "halo" was often kept up by horns. Saphira used to live next door to Eragon but she had moved 9 streets away into a bigger house as they grew older. Both of her parents were ex-army soldiers turned teachers. glaedr, her father ,taught P.E, while her mother, Dracona, taught Geography.
Arya was the polar opposite of Saphira. While Saphira was short and curvy, Arya was tall and willowy, like an elf. She had hair like the blackest of nights and emerald green eyes that stared right into your soul. Both of her parents where in the entertainment business. Her mum was an actress and her father was a music and film producer. This meant that they were away most of the time and that's how Arya liked it.
While Saphira was fair and Arya exotic, Eragon was halfway in between them with his light brown/dark blond hair and warm amber/honey colored eyes. He was the same height as Saphira, give or take an inch or two as they grew, and his height suited his slender and slim build.
Eragon and Saphira where in the year below Arya, and they had met her in primary school. Arya was being bullied by some older boys because she didn't see her parents a lot. Saphira had overheard these vicious teasings and went and gave the boys the old one-two, as they say, and the three of them had been inseparable ever since. Thick as thieves really.
Eragon had never felt more grateful that they took art class together. Even though Eragon and Saphira were both in they're second year of college and Arya in her third, they all shared the same art class. Saphira had chosen to do Art and Drama and Arya chose Art and P.E.
"Hey Eragon what's up? You look a little pale.", Saphira inquired immediately upon spotting Eragon, coming to stand next to him where he stood awkwardly against the hallway wall.
Trust Saphira to know something is wrong.
Eragon bit his nails, a nervous habit he had had since he was a kid, and tried to play it off. "Nothing. Just tired."
His nonchalant statement was met with twin stares of sapphires and emeralds. "Eragon!", they chimed in unison.
He groaned and glanced around the small corridor. "Alright, alright! I'll tell you in art! But…it's private."
Immediately, his friends stern expressions melted into ones of concern and they shared a worried glance. Eragon could see that they wanted to say something, but he shook his head signaling that now was not the time. The girls reluctantly nodded and with that they set off for art.
A/N: Thanks again to Shadows-Dancing-In-The-Hall for Being my fab BETA :D this chapter has been reposted :D
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