Forgotten Meeting Chapter 2
Me: Back with more cuteness and innocence! I felt all light and fluffy while I was writing this. Aw, I feel like eating cotton candy now, or maybe some marshmallows, in the form of s'mores. Mmm…
While I go hunting in my house's fridge, have fun reading Chapter 2!
Disclaimer – I do not own The Selection Trilogy, all rights go to Kiera Cass.
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"Blah… blah… Carolina… blah… school... history… blah…"
This is all Maxon hears as he walks with the rest of the citizens of Carolina during the tour of the new school. He's paid attention for a few hours now, now his attention span gave up on him, bringing his ears down with it. He pleaded to his mother to just hit him in the head with a hammer. It would probably hurt a lot less than the migraine he was getting due to sheer boredom.
Amberly's answer was always the same sentence each and every time: "It'll be over before you know it."
Yes, Maxon thinks, this tour will end without me knowing it because I'll fall asleep before it does.
He desperately wished to do anything than listen to the old lady who was supposed to be their tour guide. Her voice was meant to be used for telling bedtime stories, not interestingly factual information, even if she was using a microphone mesh.
However, right now, he would've stuck up with this tour for the rest of the day if he'd known what he was about to get into.
He got separated from the group when he leaned down the wall as the tour guide explained the content of the large painting of his home, the palace. He closed his eyes for just a moment and he fell asleep, falling into the open locker beside him. The crowd consisted of almost 1/5 of the province's population so no one even noticed that he was being left behind. When he woke up, which was less than quarter an hour later, he found a janitor staring at him. He stood up to quickly and he hit his head. He groaned as the janitor helped him up.
"For the love of— what were you doing in there, son?" he asks loudly. The janitor had grayish stubble on his chin and cheeks, matching his silver crown and wrinkles. "For a minute there, I thought this ole thing was being haunted." He grabbed Maxon's shaking arm. "Now go on and get!" The man had a broom that was being swayed, indicating the boy that he should leave.
Maxon's instincts took in quickly and all he could hear was the laugh of the evil man that almost succeeded kidnapping him as a child. He let out a scream and before the janitor could notice, the young prince was already running a few yards away.
The boy stopped, catching his breath. He scanned the surroundings and gulped.
Where was he?
He keeps walking around, going forwards, sidewards, even backwards in desperation. "Why did the school have to be so big?" he thought to himself.
He wasn't sure of where he was, what time it was, or even if he was still sane. One thing was for certain: He was lost.
Fear was like a blizzard, freezing him until his feet were so close to being frozen solid.
After a few minutes, which were a few hours in his perspective, he heard humming. It was supposed to sound like a beautiful song; the sound kept bouncing on the walls, making the song echo in his ears the most frightening way possible.
His knees in his chest, he leans down on the locker for support.
The sound seems to be getting louder. Closer.
Tears filled the tips of his eyes and he slowly whimpered, 50% grateful that no one was there to see him have a panic attack. The other half? He was terrified, biting his trembling lip and asking God why he had to be scarred like this.
"G-Go away..." he whispered.
"Go away," this time his voice was even louder. "Please…"
His face was covered by his arms as he hugged himself tightly, thinking that that would protect him from what he thought was "danger".
A small hand placed itself on his shoulder and he shrieks. He shrieks better than your little sister ever could.
He pushes away the person in front of him and he hears a groan. He wipes his eyes and his vision clears.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" the offender shouts, rubbing the sore part of her back.
Maxon sees anger in those pair of blue eyes.
Wait... blue eyes? He narrows his own eyes and stares at the girl, before gasping in shock. He instinctively walks backward and hits his back on the locker, rattling it loudly.
The girl laughs, her red hair swaying. "Serves you right."
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Me: That's all for today. Sorry, tests and blah. I just love imagining a quivering 10 year old Maxon. He looks soooo cute.
Anyway, I'll be back with a new chapter next week probably. BYE!
RnR!