Eternally Damned
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: The characters and the setting do not belong to me. The only things that I can take credit for are the warning, the sixth bloodline, the girl and the plot.
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As the bell rang to signal the end of class, laughter erupted amongst the pupils. As the teenagers surged towards the door they all passed the girl at the front, throwing her glances and whispers as they went. Pushing her glasses further up her nose Elise sighed. Hugging her books closer to her chest for comfort she turned towards Mr Shuttleworth who was busy straightening out his desk.
"Erm Sir," she questioned quietly trying to prise his attentions away from a stack of paper on his desk, "I know that I have missed a lot of work already so I was just wondering. What do I need to do to erm...well, to catch up?"
The teacher looked up at her bewildered. No new student actually asked for the extra work that they needed to catch up on. He looked the girl over again, and then answering her in a tired voice as he realised this could only mean more marking, "I'm going to need several essays on these subjects and each one needs to be two to three thousand words. And I am also going to need an extra credit project on any major turning point in the history of Ipswich, for which you will need a partner."
Casting a weary eye around the room, Mr Shuttleworth's eye fell on to the body of a sleeping student being prodded by a dark-haired young man.
"Come on Reid, "the dark-haired boy moaned, as the blond boy stirred, "class is over and we're going to be late to lunch."
Reid looked up at him bleary-eyed, "Seriously Tyler, all you ever think about is your stomach."
The teacher smiled to himself suddenly, the joy causing his top lip to curve evilly. Elise shivered as she saw it and knew that whatever happened next, she was not going to like it.
"Mr Garwin," Mr Shuttleworth called cheerily," come here a moment would you, I should like to talk to you about your grades."
Reid gave Tyler one look and then made his way grudgingly towards the teacher, one hand pulling at his hair and the other hanging by his side, " Yes Sir, what can I do to be of service?"
The teacher looked at him, his disdain for Reid written all over his face, "Well as I'm sure you are away, you are currently failing this class, and therefore I thought you would like to know. That if you are to carry up a year at the end of this one I am going to need an extra credit project from you."
Reid groaned inwardly, knowing already what was coming next. He looked over to the new-girl, her face hidden by a thick curl of hair that was too short for her braids and sighed. The teacher continued much to his dismay, "So I am going to need you to partner Miss Taylor here and hand in a project with her based on one major turning point in the history of Ipswich. And I am going to need it before the Midsummer Dance otherwise you will not be attending. Am I understood?"
Elise looked over at the boy and bit her tongue, she didn't want to partner him, she knew his type all over. And she already knew that if she wanted to get the grades she would have to do all the work by herself. Elise didn't care about the dance, she already knew that she wouldn't have anyone to go with, but she needed to catch up if she were ever going to get back to England.
"Fine, Sir. We got it, handed in first thing Midsummer morning. Can I go now?" The teacher nodded sighing and turned back to his desk. Leaving Elise standing in the middle of the classroom on her own. Knowing that it was lunch next and having no idea where the canteen was, she quickly followed Reid as he left, staying quite a bit behind though. Following him out into the corridor she was awestruck by the sheer number of students there were.
Woah, she thought to herself, school back home has nothing on this. Noise was overpowering, as thousands of students talked, laughed and joked in what made a cacophony of sound. However the most terrifying thing was the unfamiliar faces and the looks that they gave her. Elise's heart sank in her chest as she realised for the fifth and final time, that no matter where she went, she just wouldn't belong. She knew already that none of these people would give her the time of day let alone be seen talking and getting to know her. She stopped in the middle of the hall, letting the people around her flow towards what she took to be the canteen. She just wasn't hungry, and the thought of all those people staring when she went in. She just couldn't handle the thought. Not yet. Turning around and walking against the flow, she slowly began making her way to the dorms, hoping that she could find solace in the boxes of her things that would be waiting for her there.