I walked into the school, the second week of being there, and the other students stopped staring. Isis' mini-van needed a break from being driven so Horace gave us a ride in his Mercedes. The rain was still coming down hard in the September weather, and I couldn't wait for the weekend.
Today was Wednesday and a very boring one, at that. I had Honors English with Horace, though I think he absolutely suck at it. He says its just that the concept of reading and then doing a report on it doesn't make a sense. I think it's because he doesn't understand how literature is supposed to have emotion in its hidden meaning. Where as I think I'm at the top of the class because I understand that concept in full. Horace doesn't dare diminish his pride by asking me for help. His problem, not mine.
When I'd first come here, the students either had an issue with me or thought I was some beautiful goddess. They kept talking about some kid who had an egyptian name, too, but was on vacation. I didn't really care for what they had in mind, but either way I wasn't interested in what they thought of me. So I didn't really understand why I was so glad they'd stopped staring at me.
The atmosphere today was a lot different than that of last week. Yeah, it had settled since they obviously stopped staring, but I couldn't help but feel like I was being followed. Like something lurked in my side vision, and whenever I looked nothing seemed to be there. I passed it off as paranoia and continued my day.
By Lunch I had enough with this feeling so I looked around to see if anyone was staring again. All the faces were blurred, except one. A boy with jet black hair and almost demonic grey eyes was staring directly at me. I stopped for a moment and then proceeded through the lunch line. The intensity of his stare began to bore a hole through my back the second I looked away. I continued as though nothing were happening.
By the time I sat at my table, I'd noticed that it was too late to reconsider eating that day. Who ever he was he was sitting on Pheobe's right. She never let anyone sit to her right, and I took my place by at her right while pondering who this kid might be.
Pheobe Howler. A kind of goth girl who was kind and sensative, but also stern and feirce when she needed to be. She had tan skin and short black hair that framed her face with her widows peak atop her forehead. She was rather small, like me, but had a bite on half the upperclassmen population within the first three days. I was a friend of all the people she hates as well as her best friend. I'd already learned the names of everyone elses names at the table except her right hand man.
"Well, Pheobs," he started. His voice so familiar that it sounded like a friend from just the other day come to say hi. "Aren't you going to introduce me to 'Little Red' here?" She giggled teasingly made a facial gesture tat obviously showed either she was flirting or teasing me as well.
"Well, Funny thing. You remember how you said you were probably the only kid in the world with an egyptian name?" He nodded and she continued. "Well, ANUBIS here just so happens to have one, too. So doesn't her older brother and sister. I found it kind of weird how that worked out. It's so weird it's needs laughability ensurance!" the table started laughing, though I couldn't understand why. The joke wasn't really that funny. I could see that the boy continued to stare at me and ignored the rediculous pun.
"Well, Little Red, My name is Amon. It means-"
"King of all Egyptian gods and goddesses." I finished with a smirk. The other kids went silent and stared at me. It was like they were afraid of what he might o to me because I was a smart alic and finished his sentance.
Isis walked over at the exact same time Amon stood up. What great timing! Our secret shall noot be blown today!
"Hey, Anu! Horace and I were wondering if you were up for a quik hike in the woods out behind the school before our next class starts. So? You coming or what?"
"Impeccable timing, Isis. I was starting to get the feeling I'm unwelcome here at this time." I could feel Amon stare as I walked away. Then I heard Pheobe start hollering at him for trying to beat me up even though I'm the new kid and havn't learned the ropes yet. I giggled a little.
"What in the HELL were you thinking? Anubis, I'm talking to you!" Horace hollered after me as I walked faster up the mountain. The cold was getting to me a bit so I huddled in my jacket and secretly cranked my Ipod to max volume. He kept blathering on about responsibility while I secretly listened to Avril Lavign.
"Are you even listening?" he said, clearly struggling to keep his patience.
As a joke I pulled out my earphones and said, "I'm sorry. Did you say something princess?" He let a vicious growl roll off his tongue and returned the favor by standing there smiling innocently.
In an instant he had me by the throat and was holding me a few feet off the ground and against a tree. Something I wouldn't have expected from him while Isis was around.
"I said that I thought you promised to let us stay here for a while! 'No more fights' you said. You even promised William! How could you pick a fight with someone you havn't even said one word to yet?"
"I believe the refrasing of that question is how can I pick a fight with someone when I havn't said one word to him? It actually has several meanings. Lets go with the traditional meaning, shall we?" He set me down, realizing that I had a point behind what I was saying.
"Go on," he demanded in a polite tone.
"I took a deep breath and hollered. "THE ONLY THING I DID WAS FINISH HIS SENTANCE BECAUSE I ALREADY KNEW WHAT HE WAS ABOUT TO SAY! ONLY SEVEN OR EIGHT WORDS! THAT'S ALL I SAID!"
He backed off, and then let his mind wander. I wasn't going to take anymore of this, and even though Isis was about to aks me something I ran like a vampire back to the school. Lunch wasn't over in the three minutes we'd been gone, so I immidiately headed back to class. Like I said. A boring Wednesday.
Science class included each of us have a partner, but because I was the new kid, I chosen an empty seat by the back. I didn't even have to introduce myself that first day like I had to in all the other classes so I liked this class. Then my day went from worse to "KILL ME NOW!!".
Amon came in and took his seat next to me. He didn't say anything, only stared again. His grey eyes seemed sympathetic, and somehow appologetic. This was never a good sign.
"Look," he said when all the papers were passed out and other students at work with their partners. The room grew noisy.
"What?" I said angrily. He flinched at the harshness in my tone and went silent. I began to write down the answers because they'd been in one of the text book that Will had made us all read(once) to memorize.
"I'm sorry I snapped, but if you're going to say something then spit it out and don't wait for my temper to rise," I said indifferently after a few minutes. He looked up from his paper with an irritating look in his eye, then looked back.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but after snapping at me I don't think you deserve what I was about to tell you." He snickered.
"And your point would be what, exactly?" I mimicked. His face got bright red as he blushed and then stood up, rased his hand and tried to slap me.
Everyone stopped what they were doing when the sound of his slap on m arm echoed throughout the room. Even the teacher stood speachless as I blocked his slap with my right forearm and kicked his stomach. It sent him half flying directly into students next to us. The tables were two to a station.
"Mrs. Ra! Do you have a problem with Mr. Obelisk?" the teacher asked sternly.
"No, sir. But I believe he has a problem with me," I said while picking up my backpack.
"Where are you going?" the teacher demanded. His face turning beat red with rage.
"I believe it's allowed that I go to get my schedual changed. I have good reason for it, don't I? Being attacked out of no where and defending myself is no reason for punishment. If I have a reason, I shouldn't have to take it." With hat I left the room. I went all the way to the main office and demanded that my Science class be changed. When I learned that it was impossible, I told the princaple about what had taken place, including a not-so-detailed discription of my fight with Isis and Horace. Basically I just said we were having a family argument that we'd take up with our father. Other than that, I left out the hike, the growl fit, and the bashing my head off a tree.
"All right, dear," the Princaple said sympathetically. I'd broken down into a "crying fit" about how stressed I was. Another perk about having a pulse with no heartbeat. I could easily make myself cry. I was always a hell of an actress. "I'll see what I can do. Your grades are A+ in every class so I'd immagine that you could handle a few days away from school. I'll try to get your class changed or atleast talk to Mr. Burns about how he treats his students. Should I call your father?"
"No thank you. He's a doctor and is probably pretty busy right abot now," I said innocently. "I'll walk home."
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Will asked when he walked in to me laying on the couch like I was ill. "Are you hungry again?"
"I absolutley DESPISE my metabolism!" I hissed. Will laughed out loud and I giggled along with him. It was always hard to stay angry with him around. He took off his jacket and motioned for me to follow. Obediantly, I followed him to his lab.
"There's a ranger out in the woods today, surveying the animal population growths and decreases. You'll have to live with the donated stuff," he said sweetly. His voice as gentle as if he were caressing a delicate newborn. I giggled at the thought that he actually thought that was a bad thing.
"A treat for me today, father?" I asked playfuly. He switched on the lights to the basement which was where his lab was. The solar powered lights hanging like chandeliers in a ball room, VERY small chandeliers, the few tables and many glass cabinets shimmering with a light that would normally be seen in a mystery movie where the dective would find a mystical clue leading to the answer to the mystery. This place always gave me the creeps, as all hospitals did.
I flashed back to that time at the hospital where I'd help the baby of a woman. I remembered how the baby sounded. The sweet soft murmer it made when it fell into a soft sleep. The softness of its skin, and te warmth radiating from it. I remembered that black hair and the mother's grey, hopeful eyes.
"So familiar..." I mumbled.
"What's familiar, sweetheart?" Will said pouring me a black waterbottle filled with donated blood. I took a giant swig of it then explained about my day, Isis' and Horaces reaction to this kids attitude, and thinking that I'd been the one to cause it. Then what happened in science class, that made him furious. He hated how picky the humans are. To me, it's just in their nature and they can't really help it. I figure that that's how his parents raised Amon, and is why he has such a superiority complex.
The door bell rang. Will and I were there in less than a second to answer the door. Oh shit!
"I'm looking for a Miss Anubis Ra. Is this her residence?" asked a man who definately looked familiar. I stepped foreward so that I could be seen, but not so much that Will wasn't in front of me anymore.
"Yes, she lives here, as you can see. Now what is your buisness ere, sir? My daughter isn't feeling well," Will said politely. The man looked at me and I swear he almost dropped a load in his pants! His face went white, and his hands shakey, and his eyes lit up with familiarity and fear.
"It's you!" he hollered at me. "The girl from the hospital when my son was born! But how did you- When did you- What the HELL are you!?"
"Excuse me?" Will and I said in uniscen. Then Will continued. "My daughter is very ill and I think you're haveing a memory lapse. Have you been suffering from any headaches lately?" The man looked totally freaked and I had to fight back a laugh. He even flinched away from Will when he'd stepped foreward. Then I remembered that face. The face of rage and irritation, untrusting that the father of the baby fourteen years ago had given me. It was the father of the baby, which meant that his son had to be near by.
"Dad!" I recognized that arrogant voice. "Are you ready to go yet?" Amon walked up the pathway clutching his stomach. When he saw me, he glared viciously. "What are you doing here?!" he shouted.
"I-"
"She lives here boy, now you and your father stop bothering us with your nonesense before I call the police!" Will interrupted me. His voice had lost its gentle tone and went to a tone with authority and irritance. I looked at him in confusion. He put an icy arm around me and hugged me closer while he watched the two of them leave.
"I'm sorry, Will. You had to send them away when it should have been me handling my problems," I whispered. Then I sucked down more of the iron rich liquid contained in the black waterbottle.
"Not your fault I didn't like the kids or the mans tone of voice. They both have a bad superiority complex that I suggest signing them up for manditory counseling for. WHat do you think?" he laughed. I laughed a quick agree. But my semi human body was exhausted and I went to bed early. At 2:00 p.m. ten Minutes after highschool gets out. In my sleep I pondered what the baby would look like all grown up. Unfortunately, Amons face kept popping up. What a nightmare!