Disclaimer:
Ugly: Soo, yea. That's what you should write.
Me: Aha, okay, thanks. I'll try to put it in, ok?
Ugly: YOU'LL TRY? You can't just "try." YOU MUST!
Me: Okay, okay, calm down, calm down.
Ugly: I will not calm down! My duck is missing!
Me: Your duck.
Ugly: Yes! I can't find him anywhere!
Me: Because he doesn't exist.
Ugly: Just like your rights to Darkest Powers! They don't exist!
Me: Because I don't own it. Go find your duck.
Chloe POV:
First day of school today! I'm actually sort of excited. Kit did something with the school, so we're all in Grade 10 and we're in the same class as some of the others. We got to pick our own electives, which I was happy about, so I took Drama. First semester my schedule was: Drama, English, Science, and Tech. Not too bad, I guess. We all walked up to the school. St. Patrick's High School was a large school, with 3 floors and a bunch of classrooms. It was one of the oldest high schools in Sarnia. (Well, one of the only high schools in Sarnia. The city wasn't that big.) It looked kinda intimidating, with its big dark windows. Derek put his arm around my waist, and I became a little less nervous. Kit had made sure he was in all of my classes. Well, this was it. We walked through the doors. Welcome back to high school.
After we got settled with our lockers, and we got our schedules, we headed off to homeroom. I had Derek, Tori, Jenn, Kam, and Amber in my homeroom. I managed to get a seat between Derek and Amber. Our teacher came in.
"Hello, students!" he said. Amber rolled her eyes and mouthed "What a loser!" to me. I laughed silently. He did look like a loser. His pants were pulled up past his stomach, and he had a button-up plaid shirt, with a pocket (pens and pocket protector included.) tucked in. His hair was greasy and badly styled. He wasn't exactly fit, either.
He cleared his throat and continued. "My name is Mr. Tchoryk, but you can call me Mr. T. Welcome to Grade 10. I will now go over the rules of St. Pat's. One: You may not chew gum." I looked over at Jenn, who was chewing gum. When Mr. turned his back, she blew a large bubble and popped it loudly, then winked at me. I giggled. Obviously, Jenn wasn't going to listen to Mr. T. He continued with the rules.
"Two: All homework MUST be turned in on time." I heard Amber snort. "Three: You may not back-talk me or give me any attitude at all. Four: No iPods or cellular devices." I saw Tori texting away under her desk. "Five: You may not pass notes." Right after he said that, a note landed on my desk from Jenn. It read "This guy is a bum-rag! And, I can swear at him all I want and he won't understand! This'll be fun! I love being British!" with her typical winking smiley drawn beside it. I folded the paper and stuck it in my pocket, but not before Mr. T saw it. He narrowed his eyes. "Chloe Hotchner?" I grinned at my fake name. "Are you note passing?"
"No, sir." Sir? Where did that come from? "I was just making a note of all of your rules." Then I did my big-pleading-blue-eyes look on him.
"Okay." he said. He actually believed me? Wow. Amber smirked at me, and as soon as Mr.T turned his back, she flipped the finger at him. The class laughed. He spun around, demanding to know what was so funny. When she held up her arm, I realized she was wearing short sleeves, displaying all of the scars on her arms. I poked her.
"Why are you showing your scars?"
She smiled. "I read somewhere it's better to show your scars instead of hiding them, so people know what you were and know you're not like that now."
Seemed like good logic to me. And I knew I was going to enjoy high school. I shared a look with Derek, who was also looking extremely amused, a small smile playing on his lips. He nudged me and pointed at Kam, who was making a paper airplane. A minute later, he threw it at Mr. T, and I kid you not, it got stuck in the teacher's hair. Just watching him freak and try to get it out of his hair was too much. I laughed my ass off and saw that everyone else was, too. After Mr. T got the airplane out of his hair, he fixed Kam with a disapproving look.
"Mr. Lautner!" I laughed at the fake name Kam had chosen for himself. His real last name was Gillet. "Have I not made myself clear? No shenanigans will be tolerated in Mr. Tracy Tchoryk's classroom! You have detention! This is NOT the way to start the school year!"
Amber snorted. "Tracy?"
Kam said nothing, just looked at him with a goofy expression on his face. They stared each other down for…10 minutes, I think? No one spoke, afraid of breaking the silence. Then, Amber raised her hand.
"Tracy Tehfluflub?" she asked, trying to pronounce his last name and failing. "I need to go potty." Jenn rolled her eyes. Wow. Only Amber would say that in Grade 10. Mr. T looked in her direction, grinding his teeth.
"Do not call me Tracy." he said "And you may go." She left, and the period bell rang. We got out of his classroom as fast as we could. Tori ran off and started flirting with some football guy. Mr. T was definitely not my favorite teacher, but we could have fun annoying him. Derek came up behind me.
"Interesting class, huh?" he said, a smile on his lips.
"Very. I think I like it here." I said, smiling as well, and kissing him gently before I set off for Drama with Amber, Jenn and Kam, who were also in Drama with me. I came up behind Amber and Jenn and linked arms with them.
"So, you guys liking school?"
They laughed. "Sorta." Jenn said. "Mr. T's a bloody prat, though! I can't believe he gave you detention!" she said, poking Kam.
"Yea." he said, but he was grinning. "It was worth it, though. Did you see him freak when it got stuck in his hair?"
"Blimey, yes!" she said, her eyes glowing mischievously. She gave him one of her dazzling smiles. "It was bloody brill! You're a genius!"
He blushed. Me and Amber exchanged a look, Amber wiggling her eyebrows at me. I knew Amber enough to understand that look. She wanted to know what was up with them. I told her with my eyes that I had no idea, because I really didn't know. Me, Amber and Jenn linked arms again and skipped down the hall belting "Time to Win" by Down with Webster all the way to our next class. Kam followed behind us, and I'm pretty sure he was pretending he didn't know us.
Amber POV: (a/n: New POV! Yaaaaaay! :P)
After annoying Tracy, (see how I already forgot his real name?) I ran into this guy on our way to our next class. He looked at me, and muttered "Watch it."
Who was this guy? He had dark brown hair that hung in his face emo-style, like Derek's. He also had…silver eyes? No, they were just grey, but they looked so brilliant they could be silver.
"Sorry." I said.
He had an amused look on his face. "Nice job annoying Tracy in class."
"Are you in his class?" How could I have missed this guy in Tracy's class?
"Yep." He looked like he was going to say more, but just them the second bell rang, warning that we had about 5 seconds to get to class.
"See you around." I said, and ran.
I entered Drama, well, dramatically, I guess. I walked into the room, and twirled around twice before I stopped, and posed. In the back of the room, I saw the silver-eyed guy watching me, with his amused smirk on his face.
I winked at him, licked my lips sexily, and said "Enter Drama. Like a Boss." Thought that was pretty dramatic. (Hey, don't judge. That's how my favorite yoga instructor Ytram enters a room.) Apparently the teacher thought so, too. She stood up.
"Amber Ytram?" (Yea, I stole his last name.)
"Yes."
"Very nice entrance. That's the kind of thing we approve of here in drama class."
I liked this teacher already. Better than Mr. Tracy Tehfluflub. The teacher stood up.
"My name is Mrs. Clark, and I'll be your drama teacher this semester." She was in her mid-thirties, with mid-length blonde hair. She was pretty, with a curvy body and a great outfit. She looked like a great teacher. "I'm even going to let you pick your seats, because I know you want to sit with friends, right?"
Right. So I went over to where Silver-Eyes was, and threw my bag on his lap.
"Put this in my locker, servant!" I said, smiling at him.
He raised his eyebrows. "So it's you, Miss Dramatic. And I'm not your servant." He held out his hand. "I don't think we were acquainted in the hall? I'm Chris. Chris Martino."
"Amber Ytram, as you already know."
"Indeed."
I spotted Chloe and made a duck face at her. She returned the duck face, then pointed at Jenn, who had chosen to sit beside Kam. Seriously, what was going on with them? I knew Kam liked her, but she always said she didn't like him that way, only as friends. I'd have to interrogate her later. Right now, I was going to actually listen to this teacher. She went over the basics of drama, basic acting, screenwriting, stuff like that. Then, she asked us to try improv. I raised my hand. She looked at me.
"Yes," she said. "Let's have Miss Dramatic up here to act something out for us. Go on, Amber."
I walked to the front of the class. What could I do…..then, I got an idea.
" I see dead people." I whispered. "Yes, like the Sixth Sense. I can see them, all the time. Ghosts haunt me. They chase me, always demanding answers or favors. Some deliberately hurt me. And because of what I am, there are people after me. They want to hospitalize, study and then kill me, just because I see dead people." I paused here, to add a dramatic effect. "I'm on the run with my friends. We can't trust outsiders and we can't tell anyone else. We're all special, all of us. They want all of us. But they never get us. We're safe, for now." and I finished.
The class clapped, as did Mrs. Clark. "Bravo." She said. "You played that perfectly. And that story? Amazing! You thought that up in a matter of seconds!"
She thought it was a story, as did the rest of the class. Too bad it wasn't. I sat down again. Chris smiled at me. "Impressive." he said.
"Yea, son."
"Can I talk to you after Drama class?"
"Sure."
He smiled. My heart fluttered.
After Drama, I met Chris out in the hall.
"So." he said, his hands in his pockets. "You call him Tracy, too?"
"That's his name, is it not?" and I winked at him. He laughed.
"You're not supposed to call teachers by their first names." he said.
"I know." Another teacher walked by. "Hey, Douglas!" I yelled. "Got any lollipops?"
"Lollipops?" Chris asked.
"In his desk, third drawer from the top."
"And how do you know this? Didn't you move here, like, a week ago?"
"I was looking for my duck."
"Your duck." he said, not sure whether to believe me or not.
"Yes, my duck. He's green and grey, white ring around his neck. Have you seen him?" I said, with a worried expression on my face.
"Uh…no. I'll keep an eye out for him."
There was a silence after that. I can't have awkward silences, so I spoke.
"Do you like raisins?"
"Hell yea!" he said, fist pumping. "They're boss! Say, do you wanna go to McDonalds with me after school?"
SCORE! "What's their biggest burger?"
"Uh…double Big Mac, I think."
"Great. Because I NEED THE BIGGEST BURGER MAN CAN MAKE!" I sad, quoting Kaptimus Prime.
"Okay. See you after school."
Derek POV:
The rest of the day passed in a blur for me. I hadn't been to school in a while, but I knew everything, so none of this was new to me. That one teacher, Mr. T, was such a jerk. I had plenty of ideas to piss him off. The other teachers were all okay, I guess. We didn't get any homework, which was lucky. We had some plans for after school. Kam was apologizing to Mr. T, seeing if he could skip detention. Me, Chloe, Amber, and Jenn all waited outside to see if he got off. The others had already left, planning to go to Tim Horton's or something. A minute later, Kam came out, looking happy.
"He let me off, because it was the first day." he said, smiling.
"Great. So what are we doing?" I asked.
"No idea. Tim Horton's, anyone?" Me and Kam walked ahead, the girls whispering behind us about something. Amber poked Chloe and said something to her, with an evil grin on her face. I didn't like that at all.
Chloe POV:
After we went to Timmies and grabbed coffee and donuts, we started walking back to the safe house. As Kam and Derek walked ahead, Amber poked me. "Let's jump them." she whispered.
"Jump them?"
"Yea, like piggyback them. You and me get Derek, and Jenn, you get Kam."
"Okay." she said, with an evil look in her eye. "This'll be fun."
We crept up behind them, me and Amber tackling Derek and Jenn jumping on Kam's back.
Derek POV:
Two pairs of hand clamped around me, forcing me to the ground. "What the…." I looked up into Chloe's blue eyes, sparking with humor, and Amber's hazel ones, looking at me with distaste.
"You were too easy to take down." she said. "Losing your touch, wolf boy?"
"Not a chance." I picked both her and Chloe up, standing up in the process. "I knew it was you. Remember, I can smell you, you know."
"I know!" she said brightly and skipped away, saying she had a date with someone named Chris and would be back later. Chloe kissed me, and then ran ahead. I saw Amber meet with a guy with dark hair, and they walked off to McDonald's.
I heard Kam swear, and saw Jenn clinging on to his back.
"Jenn." he said, laughing. "You made me spill my coffee."
She slipped off his back. "Oh well. You know you love me!" She kissed him on the cheek and skipped away after Chloe and Amber. Girls. I'll never truly understand them. Kam just stared after them in shock, with a stupid grin on his face. He touched his cheek.
"Did she just…"
"Yupp. She did." I said, snapping my fingers. He jolted out of his daze, returning to reality.
"Wow."
"Come on, loverboy. Let's go catch up to them." And yanking his arm, we ran after the girls.
Not a bad day. Not a bad first day at all.
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-Hollie ;)
