Chapter 2
"Amor Orion, Cleo Jace my office, now!" Thunders our principle, Mr Gilson as he stormed past us towards his office. I grimace and slowly turn on my heel, biting my lip to stop a scream coming from my mouth as I head to his office.
My god that dude was creepy.
He was a crippled old man, with long grey hair which always seemed to be in the form of a bird's nest (but to be honest, if I was a bird, I would rather make myself the world's most beautiful road kill than live in that dump and, I'm not kidding.)
His skin was just layer after layer of paper white, wafer thin wrinkles.
His eyes were beady and blank; they seem to stare right through you if you approach him.
And I don't even want to speak, nor think of his clothing choices, let's just say that just looking at them makes me want to be sick.
Dang I hate that guy.
I frown at the floor, deep in thought and soon a hand taps me cautiously on the back.
I know who it is even before I even turn around.
Cleo Jace. My trusty partner in crime and my best friend.
I spin around and face her and her beautiful sea green eyes.
My eyes widen a bit. Wait a second! I did not just think about that.
New teenage hormones getting the better of me, I guess. But hey, what do you expect. I`ll be thirteen in two months.
Ok Amor... Back to reality now, come on! I shout at myself in my mind, blinking furiously.
Cleo crosses her arms and raises a sceptical eyebrow at me, her eyes twinkling. She waves a hand in front of my face and almost shouts.
"Earth to Amor" Then, after she gets no response she taps me on the forehead.
"Anybody in there?" She asks, barely hiding her amusement in her voice.
"Uh nope" I answer slowly, adding a small sheepish smile for effect.
She sighs dramatically and whispers.
"Well when you get back from whatever crazy planet you're on, Mr Gilson wants to see us, you wouldn't want to keep him waiting would you?"
With those helpful words she saunters off, with me scuttling behind and yelling for her to wait up.
Of course though. Because she is Cleo, my lovely friend carry's on walking.
Leaving me to pout as she led me down the hall to our principles office.
The principal's office where we would face certain death.
Ok, maybe not that...
Probably just a detention.