Hey everyone! I'm so sry that it took me so long to post this…but it's taken me quite a while to write a new chapter. I was practicing for my piano exam which may I add went horribly but hey what's new? You try you fail, whatever….lol…scratch that, let's bring out positive me. It went…ummm…. Fine? suuure…lol but anyway I was putting all my energy into practicing so writing didn't exactly flow but I started writing again after the exam it took just shy of a week to write a full chapter but at least I got it done right?...lol… Thanks for all the reviews! It made really happy while I was practicing! Like really the only thing I would stop for during my piano time was to read ur reviews!...also made me a little guilty for not writing:P…ummm…yeah….so this chapter went through…some really hefty editing it was nine pages and by the time editing was done it ended up being eleven...and it's just a filler too…oh well…
Oh…and this is something really important because…well it's about Kai! (more stupid then important really)Kairi Hiwatari1015 mentioned that I always say I like Kai the most but always bring Tala into these things well I have a reeeal good reason for that! Haha, I don't like making fun of Kai:P… -whispers- and doing it to Tala is kinda fun…hehehe Anyways gonna end my rant here.
Disclaimer: I own only what I own which is not beyblade or any of it's characters so basically I own nothing….it's true…right now I don't even own a bed!...lol…not true…but I've been sleeping on the floor, very hurtful on the back after a while:P…long story and not worth telling:P
Chapter 10 - Invisible No Longer
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty…" Sigh, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty. I have ummm…" what do cats like again?... "Uhh … fish?" Cat's like fish right?
There you are you rotten little mutant rat! I quickly went over to the couch, bending down and trying to reach for her. How the heck did she get herself under there?
Ow! Damn this cat and its sharp nails...or teeth... god, I hope it doesn't have rabies. I'd get her tested...if I could ever catch her!
Right when my hand was out of the way she ran for it taking cover by a plant.
God, another thing that doesn't like me. Stupid cat, she looked so cute and defenseless when Tala was holding her! Ummm…yeah, I'm not sure if it's male or female…just guessing here.
"I just want to give you a shower! Must you be so difficult?"
"You really think that's a wise thing to say?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Cats don't like water, brat." Riiiiiiiight. Didn't know that.
"I hate you."
"Hn," Go get yourself a bigger vocabulary you…big…meanie!...there I go again…Meanie? I'm not six here…
He bending down and looked at the cat, next thing I know it's in his arms. Stupid damn cat. Runs away from me but comes running with open arms for him. I gave her a warm place to stay, I feed her! ME! But no she likes Mr. grumpy pants that probably would have let her die in the alley...I should have let her die in the alley!
"Here." He dumped her- yes it was a her- in my hands. Right- and I means right like the exact second her paws made contact with my arms she started to fidget and struggle against me like I was some sort of mad scientist that was going to cut her open and play with her insides. News flash! I don't like blood!
"Why. Don't. You. Like. Me. You. Stupid. Cat!"
"Good luck with that." And then he was gone, always like that there one second gone the next not that I have a problem with him leaving.
"I'm not letting you go this time! No matter how much you struggle and scratch- OW! Still not letting you go! Darn cat!"
I finally managed to get her in the tub where she struggled, trying to jump out. She's quite the stupid cat really; she jumped onto my legs, then goes head first into a wall and hits the floor, and of course spraying water everywhere. Urg! Should have left that damn cat in the alley to rot!
Now, I'm sitting on my bed, my arms and legs are all covered in scratches. That...that... stupid mutant rat thing! is lying on the ground somewhere in this room, wet and cold. Serves her right! I'm not going to waste the rest of the day crawling around on the floor looking for her again. Humph.
Footsteps…I hear loud rushing footsteps…Let me guess, let me guess….ummm…Rei?
Just as I thought he stormed into the room being a gust of wind as always when he's in a rush, also letting all the noise from outside leak into here. He seems very frustrated, looking through some of his piles of papers, conveniently located all over the floors of course. Musicians and their organization skills.
"Yo, have you seen that silver notebook?"
"You mean the one filled with songs for Mariah?"
He dropped the pill of paper he was holding, and looked at me. "You read it?"
I shrugged, "It might have fallen open….several times…" I get bored, okay? And they're a good laugh and a half. Real good at cheering me up too. Don't look at me like that, if he didn't want me to read it he shouldn't have left it on the floor.
"Give it to me."
"I don't have it."
"Give it to me now."
I rolled my eyes. "Last I saw it was under your bed."
He rolled his eyes, pulling up his covers. "Don't touch my stuff."
"Well I wouldn't if you didn't leave all you stuff all over the floors. You know I live here too."
"Hn, never noticed." He hesitated a little before sticking his hand under his bed and into the land of rotting sandwiches, old unwashed gym clothes and other things that even god himself probably wouldn't want to touch. He pushed some of the junk around probably hoping not to encounter anything moving, till finally he pulled out his precious notebook. "There's something else in here too and I think it's got your name on it." He pulled out that cursed cat. "Weren't you the one that was supposed to take care of this thing? It looks like she was trying to get warmth from my old gym bag." Ha, I'm amazed that cat isn't dead from smelling that thing.
"Pfft. Just put her back. It's pure evil."
"I don't see what's wrong with her, besides the fact that she's soaking wet." he said as the cat licked him affectionately. Does that cat only like guys or something? Hello! You're a girl! Do you hate your own kind? Or just me? I'm guessing just me.
"Do you not see the scratches all over my arms and legs?"
"Didn't notice." he shrugged, playing more attention to that cat then to the things I was saying. He petted the vile thing a couple of times before placing it on his bed and covering her with his blanket. "See ya later." he left with what he had came here for, back downstairs to his beloved, Mariah. Awwww, I'm gonna be sick.
The stupid thing started to purred happily tucked away in Rei's bed. Damn that hellion...Hellion...yes that's what I'll name the little monster!
"Shut up!" Damn cat ticks me off, now I know I am definitely not a cat person. Maybe I'll just get a bunch of stuffed cats when I'm old and bitter. It'll add to the crazy thing, I'll pretend their real and I'll feed then, bath them and cloth them like their little kids that way I'll scare away anyone that every decides to visit. I like it! My new plan for the future.
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...I loath this...this place, one bad memory after another in this rusted up old school. I stepped through the front doors, noise filled my ears. People screaming, yelling, others laughing and jumping about. It's really weird how hundreds of different emotions and personalities could co-exist in one small building, but I guess it isn't that weird, considering millions of different people manage to co-exist in this little place we all call Earth...well...co-exist, sort of, to some extent...sometimes.
At this time, I've explored about half the school, just enough to accidentally come across all my classes when I need to but when second semester comes-a-knocking...there's going to be trouble.
"Thirty-five right, fifteen left, thirty-three right." I whispered to myself, and then my lock swung open.
"Saying your combination out loud, not to bright brat." I turned around but no one was there, he was gone….again. He'd make an excellent robber. Think about, he'll creep up behind you, whisper 'Give me all you money' and then be gone before you can register the fact that he took all your money. Well at least he'll be rich and if he only robs women I'm sure the ones that see him will fall too deeply in love with him even remember that he stuck a gun to their head and took all they had. Ahh, I can picture it, absolute stupidity.
I sighed blowing some of my hair out of my face and bringing my attention back to my locker.
My locker just screams me, reflects me perfectly...empty. All my books are lined up at the bottom and that's it, no poster, no pictures, no nothing just some books. I took the ones needed, holding the ones for next class and stuffed the rest into my bag zipping it closed, then swinging it over my shoulders. I slammed my locker shut, then locker it, ready to wander around aimlessly till I just so happen to come by the right classroom.
I expect today to be...well I don't know what to expect of today. I mean Britney is no longer popular and I found out she has feelings, like actual feelings. Never in forever could I have even begun to imagine that happening. The days just seem to get weirder. Till yesterday I seriously thought of her as some heartless hellcat...can you tell I still have that stupid Hellion from home in my mind?
Today was definitely going to be different though but I don't think anything could surprise me, I mean I've just had one horrible shock after another. I think it's about time life died back down a little, then spring back up to hit me in the face of course. Just can't wait to see what the Fate sisters have planned for me next. (Ah, English flashback:P)
"Hey!...ummm...Celie?...is it?"
"Uhh...no, Cecilia." I corrected...hm, now since when do I correct people?
"Riiight, Cecilia, how are you?" my eyes shifted from left to right, is there another Cecilia around here? ...nope. She is talking to me then.
"Uhh…okay?...I guess."
"Good to hear." she nodded and smiled. Carol, I think this one was called, soon joined by Cynthia and Maddie, who all surrounded me.
"Here, let me carry those books for you." Cynthia said, taking my heavy binder and textbook off my hands.
One thing I know for sure, is that these kinds of people are only nice when the want something.
They smiled sweetly, wow, they must have picked that up from Britney because it was identical to hers. Hum, nothing I hate more then a bunch of copycat posers. Imitation may be the biggest form of flattery but that doesn't stop it from being annoying even when you're not the one being copied. I mean everyone's unique right? Different. That's suppose to be the reason why meeting new people is fun but when everyone's all the same…like in this school, meeting someone new is like well…not meeting someone new. It wouldn't make a difference because their just like the person you talked to in the last class or whatever, another pointless conversation with someone who seems to be a total ditz yet still getting higher grades then me.
"So..." here it comes, what do you idiot-wannabes want? "We were wondering if you know anything else about...like you know."
"Actually I don't know." If you'd like finish the like sentence it might like help, like totally! -.-
"About like Britney, you know." Figures.
"..." I didn't say anything. I kind of like watching them sweat it out, trying to figure out if I'll give them more dirt on Britney. Well, if there was one thing that I've learned through my life it's that if you're nice back to these people you only get pushed around, like Britney always did. So basically, I ain't telling them jack.
"You know if you tell us, you can hang out with us from now on." What a lame bribe! I mean I want real friends now, none of these fake-egotistic-step-on-as-many-people-as-possible-while-climbing-the-social-ladder-bimborellas,
"I'll pass." I said simply, taking my books away from Cynthia then walking away.
Okay…pause….rewind! Was that just me? Was it me that I just saw doing that? No…wait it must have been my evil twin or something- wait my evil twin's Rei…and that wouldn't have worked out…I don't know… I just did that…didn't I? Wonderful.
I kind of fear another popular-all-ruling-three forming here, and this time Carol will be the leader of the pack. I guess that's how it works in high school; one person gets torn down and banished away so that another can immediately take power and command. Freaky, I guess no high school can exist without someone bullying others…like in the real world which I find really stupid because like we don't have enough problems we also have to fight amongst ourselves. You know the prospect of evading aliens isn't that bad because then we'd all be against something besides ourselves and a common goal can bring people together. (A common hate or anger towards something really does…I have proof! That would be too long to write here:P…lol)
First class, not so bad, you know same old. And geography was great! You know why? Cause supply teachers are great! Didn't do a thing, woohoo! Of course doing nothing leads to a hefty pile of homework. What can I say there's a downside to all.
I'm currently sitting in the cafe at the far back table by the window...alone, but I'm okay with it. No really, I am. No sarcasm at all, I swear.
Anyway I was sitting here, eating rather peacefully when I noticed something. Another girl, sitting alone not that far away. She looks familiar, yet not really. Her hair covered most of her face, she dressed rather plainly. Simple T-shirt and jeans. I know her, I know I do.
Wow, she just looked up…some powerful…very frightening eyes there…Is she glaring at me? Waait…could that be?...No….or maybe?...is it?...Britney?
I picked up my tray and walked over to her table sliding into the sit across from her.
".Umm…Hey." I said quickly. So lame…but what would you say?
She didn't answer, didn't even make an attempt to move away, just continued glaring…and…umm…not blinking. Her eyes almost seemed to glow red like she was going to shed her skin and out would pop out some sort of human-eating-demon. I'd use the line 'if looks could kill,' right now but that's just been done, and overdone.
"Ummm...listen, I'm…sorry about yesterday." I really have never liked making other people sad…sorrys were also never my strong point.
She didn't answer so I continued talking.
"I realize now that I was really upset, and I may have gone over the line. I shouldn't have said all of the things that I did." I shouldn't have said all of those things but some things were completely within the lines…right?
She still didn't answer. I seriously could feel this vibe of pure, concentrated hatred just flowing out of her and hitting me. I was kind of scared that she was going to jump me again. I held my tray almost as if I was going to use it as a shield. Funny thought, Britney ramming into a tray!...okay, serious now. I'm in a serious situation. Se-ri-ous.
It almost looked like she was going to say something for a second but the she just looked down and started to play with her spoon, dangling it around in her soup. Almost as if trying to avoid or hide from someone or something.
I looked up, it was Carol and the others...wow that's a change, Carol and the others, it's usually Britney and the others... So that's who she's hiding from…that explains the clothes too! For once she's trying to blend in.
"Oh, how low the mighty have fallen." Carol said in her most condescending tone. Every dog has their day Carol, I wouldn't be acting like that if I were her. It'll just come back to bite her in the ass. Did they learn nothing? I guess it has to happen to them personally for them to get it.
"Ha, what rags she wears now. I wouldn't be surprised if her family was really poor. I guess your daddy just can't support her precious little girl anymore." God, they don't know what they're talking about...just like I didn't. I wanted to stand up for her...but I can't even stand up for myself, how could I help others? And that's what truly made me worthless. (Yes my disses aren't really disses...but I'm no good at making fun of ppl:P)
"Look who she hangs out with now, little Miss Chestless here. Ew, she has a worst sense of style then you do, Britney. How lame. Ever heard of a little thing called make-up?" she asked me, I didn't answer, as usual I had nothing to say.
"I doubt it could fix...It." she gestured to my face, "but hey, if you used some, people may stop running the other direction when they see you, they may just cover their eyes." well there's their payback. Congrats to myself, I have just made some worthy enemies. How I suddenly miss invisibility.
"Hn, I think they fit well together. The ugly with the uglier. Like they say, those who reassemble, assemble." and with that they were off, giggling and pointing. How cliché of them.
Britney finally shot her head up for the first time since they got here, he eyes continued to stare at me. Where was this fire when they were making fun of her? She could totally take them. She finally spoke and I think I liked it better when she was silent. With the tone she used each word sent a cold tingle down my back, goose bumps. "Just stay away from me. Nothing you say could make anything better." And then she stormed off.
Why do I bother? Right, cause I feel bad. Damn! I'm too soft...
The next two classes passed...well, slowly but what do you expect? I had Math and English. At least it went rather smoothly. Nothing worth retelling. A snore fest really.
I walked down the hallway coming out of math class. I made it to my locker without any real disasters occurring.
Putting in the right numbers, my lock swung open allowing me to open my actual locker. I opened the door and a small envelope fell by my feet. I picked it up. It was labeled Cecilia, which ruled out my first thought that it had been placed in the wrong locker. I opened it, unfolding the little piece of paper that laid inside.
'Meet me by staircase eleven' was written on it with a black pen and neat cursive handwriting. It was left unsigned.
Now who in all hecks (trying to cut back on the swearing) would leave me this? Wow, already the curiosity was killing me. Well...what will it hurt just to see...right?...unless of course this was some kind of trick…ummm…oh whatever, curiosity wins over paranoid delusions every time.
I quickly slammed my locker shut and was skipping off... I was actually kind of happy, I don't know why but my heart was beating abnormally fast almost as if I expected some Prince Charming to be waiting at the staircase to sweep me off my feet and carry me to our big castle to live happily ever after. How I wish.
But anyways for that to ever even have the littlest of littlest of possibility of happening I would have to know where I was going. I would have to know where this staircase eleven was...Did this school actually have that many staircases! You know, it'd be really helpful if the people make like a map of this place or something. The could sell it and I would still buy it, cause we all know I need it.
I did some mindless wondering but it had seemed that luck was on my side today, it only took my a whole...thirty minutes? to find it. Knowing me and you should know me now that's a personal record.
I stood there, but I'm guessing whoever left this note in my locker is long gone and I'll never find out who put it there or why. Oh well, it would have been awkward anyway. I mean what was I going to say? What if it was some freaky perverted dude I didn't even know? Best it turned out this way I guess.
Suddenly there was a random scream, followed by 'Help me! Help me!' It was coming from upstairs. I ran up and down the empty hallway, the screams continued. It was coming from the janitor's closet, the door was opened.
I ran in without a second thought, though I had no clue how I of all people was going to help this person. The room was rather small, cluttered with janitor's supplies. No one was in there.
There was a sound of glass or something breaking and it got darker in the room, then a voice. "Hi Cecilia," my name was said almost as if in totally disguised of it.
I turn around and there Carol was blocking my exit.
"I heard someone scream for help..." I stated still confused. I guess I hoped she'd tell me that there was someone under attack and I needed to go call help immediately but something in me told me that, that was not the case.
"Like this: 'Help me! Help me!'" she imitated in the same damsel-in-distress voice as before.
"That was you?"
"No shit. You really are a naive. Came running here just as I wanted you to."
"What do you want?" Well this is anything but good.
"Nothing...just to have you suffer." she answered bluntly with a little hint of amusement in her voice.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well you see, this little birdie, told me you don't really like to be locked up alone, and in the dark so that's what I intend on doing. I'm going to lock you in here." she smiled. I knew that she had back up somewhere, and if I tried to push my way out I'd only end up losing a finger or something and quite frankly I like having ten fingers, ten toes and all my limbs.
"Why would you do that? What have I done?"
"If you aren't a part of the solution, you're a part of the problem."
Like to clear that up for me? "Wha?"
"If you aren't with me, then you're with the enemy. Basically, if you aren't going to do what I ask then I'm going to make you're life a living hell. I saw how you brought down Britney, and I don't plan on loosing my status. But I do have to thank you, after all it is because of you I am where I am today." She smiled…and even her smile screamed pure evil.
God, is popularity all that matters to these people? There are other things to life! It won't be like high school forever!
"Is this still about me not telling you anything on Britney?"
"Good job little doggie! You got it!" she clapped her hands together. "As you can see, I'm not quite as lenient as Britney. No one crosses me ever. I take more pleasure knowing that people are suffering both mentally and physically. Gossip is good, but not good enough." Wonderful, I tear one person down only to get stuck with someone ten times worst! Should have kept my big mouth shut! "Heh, you should have just told me what I wanted to know. I asked you nicely and I only do that once. Now you know next time you should just answer me, Britney had no problem with that. She's a smart one, trying to get back on our good side. At least she knows her place now, obeying me."
"Britney?" Britney obeying anyone is ridiculous.
"Yeah, how else do you think we knew where you're locker was to put in that stupid letter you're holding. You know, she knew a lot about you. What you did after school, where you'd go, places you like to go, it was almost freaky, helpful though."
"You put that there?"
"Awww! Don't tell me you actually thought a guy liked you? Ha! Now that's funny!"
I looked down. She's right, that wasn't very smart of me thinking that...actually that was down right stupid of me! But hey can't fight the stupidity that is me.
"Well ta ta for now. Oh and don't expect any janitors to come along and let you out. They're on work to rule which means they all left right when school was out so you're going to be here alllll night long. And bang all you like, whatever teachers still in this school don't come down this hallway. Have fun!" she said slamming the door shut before I could think of a thing to do. I was surrounded by darkness.
I'm stuck in a janitor's closet...now I'm surprise. Reeeeally didn't see this coming. My streak of bad luck never seems to ends. Okay, something to add to the list of things I've learned through my life, being nice to these kinds of people may cause them to push you around but at least they won't stuff you into a small smelly janitor's closet to rot through the night!
It's true, no good deed goes unpunished. I decided to keep my mouth shut with anything about Britney and this is my punishment, a night in a stinky closet.
Oh, god I don't feel good. It's really cramped in here, I felt around the floor, pushing things away enough so I'd have a little spot to sit down. There was still a little, I stress a little cause it was really hardly any, light coming in from the little space between the ground and the door but that little bit of light was keeping my from totally freaking out….I am freaking out though, she was right not only do I have claustrophobia but achluophobia too…I don't even know why…just am. This place is truly my worst nightmare come true! It's….it's….getting hard to breathe in here…air…air…more air…oh god…dark…it's… it's…really …dark… It's okay…it is okay…There's nothing in here…no monsters, no demons, no spirits…nothing's lurking in the dark…nothing trying to kill me…okay…closing my eyes…I'm in a big open field. Biiig and ooopen….with lots of…flowers and trees…it's okay…Right, now open my eyes again…nope! Not better! Not better!...calm…calm…like I said before it's okay…open eyes…take a deep breath in and out and just continue the process to live. There's more then enough air in here. Okay now think of a way out! You can do it!...I can do it…
I'll just do my thinking the way I always do…banging my head against something. Why. Am. I. So. Stupid! Falling into such an obvious trap!...and something hit me, it's amazing how I remember things while destroying my brain cells. There was a light thingy! I remember seeing it when I came in! There was light in here! I felt around above me… Here! The cord thing to turn on the light! God, how lucky. I pulled it...nothing. Okay, or not so lucky. I felt around the space above me...there was something pointy? Glass...the light bulb was broken! That would explain the glass sounds and it getting darker in here! That-rhymes with witch- broke the light bulb so the only light was coming from the hallway! Damn her! She thought of everything!...but then again maybe not. This is a janitor's closet, there's got to be some light bulbs in here!
I tried to force my eyes to focus, as I searched franticly for a box of light bulbs. But it wasn't working, I could hardly see a thing, and I definitely couldn't see any light bulbs.
Ah I give up! I'm just going to sit down and wait for tomorrow. I can survive one night…right?...Right? Who am I kidding, I'm freaking out, I'm shaking and sweating and I can hardly think straight. I truly hate it in here. I really need out…but how? How?
I leaned my head back, letting it hit the wall with a bang. And with that something fell from the shelf above me and into my lap... light bulbs! Jeez, banging my head into things solves everything!
I got up feeling for the broken light bulb. I slowly replaced it with a new one and pulled the cord. Presto, the lights were on...finally! Not that I'm complaining, better late then never.
Wow, I made a real mess in here. I picked up some boxes tucking them away neatly on a shelf. Damn! Gotta resist the urge to clean! Not now! Need to figure out a way out of here. I was hoping for a window of some sort, but really what kind of closet has windows?
Think! Think! Come on think, brain!...nothing, total blank. Sometimes I think my brain's working against me.
I sat down again, hugging my legs, my head hurt too much to hit it against anything again. Time seemed to past but how long? I couldn't tell you. I was hoping it was almost morning now but I know that's not possible. True I have light, but I'd rather have my freedom. Enclosed space…this place really is smaller then I thought, I can clearly tell it was not meant for someone to spend the night in. Heck, I don't even think it was made for someone to be able to stand in.
Who knew Carol could be this cruel? Well….from past experiences, probably everyone but me. I'm such a bad judge of character. Need to work on that seeing people as they really are thing. Wouldn't it have been easier, if evil people just looked evil? Like had a huge wart or something on their nose? And the bigger it was the eviler they are.
It was really hot in here with the lights on but there's no way I'm turning them off. I kept sitting there as time kept passing. I looked at the door hoping that someone would burst into here and save me but no such luck so I just kept staring at the door, then at the door knob, then at the key hole. (One of those doorknobs where u can open it from both side with a key) The key hole...something from Math class came flashing back...something in Math class is coming in handy! How a lock works, how to pick a lock! Oh my god! He gave us a lesson on that! I'm serious he did, I don't even know why I just came into class and he had a picture of the inside of a lock on the blackboard and he was explaining how to pick it…not that I care why! Okay! Okay! Think! What did he say! Remember! Remember! I absolutely need to remember this! I closed my eyes, trying to relive that day, and that…to tell you the truth rather boring speech.
"A lock is rather simple, most are just a cylinder with a series of small pins of various lengths lined up at the top and bottom inside the cylinder. When there is no key inserted, the pins rest in a way that prevents the cylinder from turning, keeping the door locked. A key has a series of notches and the right key will push the pins in a way so that they line up allowing the cylinder to turn and the lock to open. To pick a lock you really just need something molded to have the right notches, to push the pins into the right place. Lock smiths, use picks, which are long and curve up at the end, they reach all the way into the lock and push the pins up." (It really isn't that simple cause u need to know where to bend it, but I don't want to go into detail for this:P)
Now I'm so happy I listen to his babbling! Wow, I have rather good memory! I love my math teacher! Someone remind me to hug him later….okay maybe I won't go that far…I'll just be really grateful to myself!
Okay, so now what do I use to actually pick the lock? Something long, fairly strong yet still allow me to mold it into whatever shape I want, metal preferably.
"They changed the lock, got a hair pin?" he's voice whispered in my ear...almost as if he was right there behind me…which was reeeeally creepy but I' not going to argue.
Hair pin! Remind me to thank that little criminal later. How glad I am that I wasn't late today and actually had the time to put up my hair. I took one out, bending it so that it was flat then curved the end up. Now how did he do it before? It looked pretty simple, but looks can be deceiving.
I stuck it in the lock and pushed up...nothing. I turned jingling it around...still nothing.
And they are, they are really deceiving.
I toke it out, trying to reform it into something. I don't know what exactly but hey, I'm desperate here! I kept reforming and putting it into the lock, and reforming it again and again...till, it snapped, right into two…or into…three…
Urg! I took another one out of my hair and tried again...and again...and again.
I moaned...last pin. Please work...please work! I put it in and pushed up...still nothing. I closed my eyes, agitated.
There were hands straightening out a hair pin and curving the end, it was stuck into the lock and jingled around a bit, then turned it till a clicking noise was heard. The door then swung open.
TURN! I forgot to turn! Stupid! Stupid brain! I put the pin back into the lock pulling up. I paused, praying, before I turned it swiftly to the right, there was a click then the door opened. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I stepped out into the hallway. Ummm, how do I describe this exactly? .Empty?...scary?...eerie? Okay, I'm just going to concentrate on finding the exit. Okay...okay...which direction? For once I'd like to actually know where I'm going and how to get there not just one or the other.
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YES! Finally! I knew if I kept circling this place I'd find an exit! Jeez, I don't know how I managed to circle this place for so long and just now find doors leading to the outside world but hey, it's my gift to be able to wonder for so long and go just about everywhere but the place I'm looking for.
I hurried over, about to open the door and run to my freedom and home where there was a nice comfy bed waiting for me…ahhh how I miss it already but then I noticed something… it was pitch black out.
I hesitated to go out 'cause well it's dark and scary! But it's not like I could stay in here all night either. I pushed the handle but the door didn't move...locked! Ah! SHOOT! Why me? Why me! Why me? I HATE LOCKED DOORS! I think I'm developing a NEW phobia for them... I've got no more pins...left the one that actually works in that janitor's closet and I have no clue where that is anymore.
Urg! I'm stuck in this stupid place all night alone! I don't do alone in a big foreign place very well... or a small foreign place…I don't do places I don't know! Ah, flashback of horror films... What am I suppose to do! How could this get any worst! I already spent hours in that closet!
And then….it did get worst…Black...Lights went out….actually they flickered a little then went out just to creep me out even more. Why did I ask that question! It's just like asking for something worst to happen! Did I ever mention I don't like dark! Have I not made that clear enough in the past? Dark, me should never mix! I don't even know the time! I have no clue how many more hours I have left stuck in here! Not that it really matters because I'll be dead by morning! Either there's really a psycho or ghost that's going to kill me or I'll scare myself to death! And people will find my freaked out, frozen stiff, body right here tomorrow.
I sat down in the middle of the hallway, hugging my legs and burying my face into my legs... never realized how cold it was in here. Shudder. The Sixth Sense said that when it suddenly feels cold in a room it means there's a ghost. Wonderful piece of information, don'tcha think? I should stop watching horror films, that's it that's what I've decided if I live I'm never watching another horror film as long as I'm still breathing and can still see and hear.
….hear….speaking about hearing...footsteps...I hear footsteps... getting louder…getting closer…My heart started to beat faster and faster, it feels like it's going to jump right out of my chest. My whole body was tingling, goose bumps, my breathing quickened and my palms became sweaty. I put my hands over my ears and shut my eyes. There's no one there, just my mind playing evil, evil tricks on me. There's no one there, just my mind playing tricks on me. There's no one there, just my mind playing tricks on me. There's no one there, there's no one there, there's no one there!
There was a tap on my shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my own skin. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Jumpy much?"
Oh god! Thank god…I sighed, trying to calm now. "At least I didn't faint this time." I managed to muster up a response when my voice came back from hiding.
"What are doing still here?"
"I got lost and now the doors are locked, why you here?" I'll stick to that, no way I'm telling him I got locked in a janitor's closet. He'll have a field day and he'd never ever let me live it down.
He shrugged, "Next time you're lost, stay in one place, it makes it easier for someone to find you."
"What? Were you looking for little old me?" I asked, smiling trying to tick him off. Hey, with him if you ever have a chance to get under his skin, jump on it!
"Hn, you wish."
"You're not very fun, you know that?"
"Whatever."
"Whatever, whatever always whatever. Do you ever care about anything?"
He shrugged.
"I'll take that as a no."
"Hey, you're good at the lock-picking thing right?"
"Schools have a security system; police will be here in seconds. Don't think they'll buy your story of 'I got lost for seven hours.'"
"Don't make fun of me!"
"I'm not."
"You're not very nice you know that?"
"Whatever."
"Why does it feel like we already had this conversation?"
He shrugged.
Right cause we did, or something like it. "Waaaait, seven hours? What time is it?"
He pointed to the clock above the door... "Yes, I can really read that in the dark."
"Ten, thirteen. Get yourself some glasses."
God, the number of hours I must have spent in that closet and then roaming the school.
I sighed. "It's dark in here, it's actually kind of cold, I'm tired, I've had a bad day, and I'm going to have to spent the night in the place I probably hate the most in the entire world, can you at least try to be nice? Try."
"Whatever."
"I'll take that as a no...again."
He rolled his eyes...or I think he did, sorta hard to tell. "Come on."
"Where?"
"Unless you plan on sleeping right there by the doors, with the dark scary little noises outside, we better find somewhere else."
"You can't even try a little."
We ended up in the drama room mainly cause it was the only room not locked for whatever reason, but I guess it was good considering the floors were carpeted. This room was even colder though, there were too many windows. I never even knew we had a drama room in this school...
"I'll be right back."
"Where you going?" but it was too late he was already out of the room and into the shadows of the hallway.
I sat there, bobbing my head and shifting my eyes, to left and to the right. Right, thanks for leaving me alone in here. Okay, just concentrate on staying calm. I hummed a little tune...a lullaby I think, how I know it, no clue. The song was working though.
I forgot where I was and concentrated on the twinkling sky instead. I crawled over to the window, hypnotized by the large moon and million of little stars just floating up there. If you think about how huge the universe is, and how there are billions and billions of them out there that make up billions of galaxies, it really makes you feel small, and all problems that occupy the mind just don't seem that important for those moments that you stare out into the endless sky. It's fascinating.
I was so much in a trance I didn't even notice when Blue boy came back. I only realized when I blanket landed on my head. I pulled it off.
"I don't know if you can see from there, but I'm giving you a really dirty look."
"You said you were cold." ...right, so I did. Soooo not use to people actually listening to me especially when I'm just ranting.
"Uhh...thanks."
"Whatever. Go to sleep." He ordered in his usual cranky tone.
"Yes daddy!"
"Don't call me that."
"No need to get grumpy about it."
"I-" he was about to say something, but I guess he concluded it wasn't worth the effort and instead laid down on the other side of the room, turned to face the wall.
There was a long period where all I could hear was the clock ticking and his deep breathing but something told me he wasn't really asleep.
"You awake?"
There was no answer, not that I was really expecting one. I looked around, there was nothing around me. I looked down...my shoes. I shrugged, taking one off and throwing it in his general direction. Missed him obviously, but hit the wall.
"What. Do. You. Want. Now?"
"Just wanted to see if you were awake."
"Go to sleep."
"But I'm not tired daddy."
"I thought I told you to stop that!"
"Well I'll stop when you stop acting like one and stop telling me to sleep."
He sighed. "Then entertain yourself somehow but leave me alone." he pulled the blanket over his head.
I continued sitting there, twiddling my thumbs. It really is cold in here, I wrapped the blanket around myself. Now where do you come by a blanket at school? Oh well, why question it he wasn't going to tell me.
I sighed; the darkness of the night was influencing my mood again, like every night. Things people have said to me always repeat in my head when it's dark out. I have a hard enough time living through it when they first say it but does my brain have to make me relive it? Being about to forget everything seems nice at times….to just not be plagued by voices at night telling me either how stupid I am, or worthless…or ugly…
The one line that really stuck in my mind today: "The ugly with the uglier." I don't know why, I shouldn't care what they think but the problem is that I do. I've always cared too much what others thought of me. I know I said that I don't care anymore but it's easier said then done and old habits die hard. And it's not like I can control the fact that I wasn't born some Barbie or whatever. I'm not prefect and I'm not pretty I just wish other people would get that in their heads so I can get it out of mine.
"Ummm...Kai?" I asked kinda unsure…I actually half expected him to like throw my shoe back at me at this point, luckily though he didn't so I'm not totally bad luck.
He growled. Good still awake I see.
"Do you think...ummm...uhh…" how do I say this…without sounding extremely stupid… "DoyouthinkI'mugly?" Riiight that didn't make me sound stupid at all…
A real big part of me didn't expect him to respond or even know what I had just said, I just sort of wanted to ask for the heck of it but for some reason he got what I said and actually did answer. "No." simple and short but I like his answer. :D
"Do you think...I'm pretty then?" Now that may be going a little overboard but okay, why not ask if I already made myself seem stupid. I say seize the moment of stupidity!
"No." How straight forward.
"Thanks, my self-esteem just plummeted some more." …and I didn't think it could drop any more.
"Cute."
"Huh? What did you just say? I'm sorry I thought I just heard the word cute…" but I must be mistaken because Mr. Army boy couldn't possibly have used a word like 'cute.'
He sighed…slashed growled…or something like he really didn't want to repeat himself so he sort of just mumbled really quickly. "You're cute. It's better. Now shut up and sleep." Hehe, its funny how a couple words could make a person feel so much better…it's also funny how it could cause a person to smile and not be able to stop…
"Awww! Mr. Grumpy has a heart! Don't try and hide it." But hey like I said, have a chance to get under his skin jump on it because that chance doesn't come often.
"This is the last time I'm talking to you."
"Hehehe," I walked over, kneeing down and poking him in the head, or where I thought his head was under that blanket. "It's sweet."
"..." obviously he doesn't like being sweet.
"...Thanks..."
"Hn, Go to bed now."
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Warmth...warmth is good. Let's stay by the warmth. Why's it so cold in here? Urg! Stupid Rei! It's winter, would it kill him to leave the heat on! Since when was my blanket this thin! Urg, bed isn't that comfy either, hard. What happened to my soft-soft-like-sleeping-on-a-cloud mattress? Where are my many pillows? And my doll? Don't want to open my eyes; alarm hasn't even gone off yet. Just hug the warmth, the good old warm...warmth thingy...a pillow...or blanket...or something big...and kinda hard.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!
Frig! Since when was my alarm so loud?...and since when did it make a ringing sound? I hit the air around me hoping to get the alarm clock, when the ringing stopped; I supposed I finally hit it.
There were many muffled voices now, and they kept getting louder. Jeez, stupid brothers. Be quiet! They kept getting louder and louder. How can seven guys sound so much like thirty guys?...waaait...w-was that a girl's voice I just heard?...many girl voices actually? Giggling too…
"You might want to get up now..." someone whispered into my ear. "...brat." Okay, so not someone, him.
My eyes shot up, he was toooo close! I'm not in my bed am I? I'm not in my room, not in my house. It's allllll coming back to me now. I'm at school, lying on the floor, beside...okay closer then beside…him. Just...going to...move my hands off of him now. Ha...ha...haha- not funny, not funny at all. Someone shot me!
Oh, god. I don't want to turn my head. There's like three dozen students by the door aren't there? Talking? Whispering? Pointing? Giggling? Oh, my god, I want invisibility back soooo badly! It's true; you only appreciate things once they're gone.
"Ahem." Teacher, I bet you it's a teacher. I bet you anything in the world it's the teacher!
I turned around, looking up, don't look at the students, don't look. No…no teacher…worst…principal! She shook her head, using her finger to gesture us to get up and follow her, to the office most likely. Now would be a good time for a grand piano to fall from the sky and crush me but I guess that only happens in cartoons which sucks cause I can think of hundreds of people that deserve that fate.
"Where were you all night young lady?" my mother's voice boomed.
"Uhh... school?"
"And why were you there?" my father asked.
"Got… trapped." I said not very convincingly… but is there anyway of saying that convincingly?
"God, all we ask of you is to get to and from school everyday on your own, you couldn't even accomplish that." Why thank you mother for pointing that out to me. As if I didn't already know that it's really stupid sounding to get stuck in a school I need you to point it out to me.
"We will talk about this when we get home." My father said, he was always the calmer one.
"We are so sorry if she caused you any trouble."
"Oh, it's okay, though I will be sending her home for the day." the principal said.
"Okay, that's fine." my mother said pleasantly, then starting to speak to me again in a not so pleasant voice. "Straight home and no where else. You see a burning house you just keep walking." with that she hung up.
"Thank for letting us handle this," my father said hanging up too. And all was heard as the beeping sounds of a dead line. Yes my parents were too busy to come down, so we had a telephone conference. Technology, so useful no?
Sent home for a day... that's not considered a suspension, is it? I dunno, too tired to worry about it right now but I sure can use the extra day off from this place.
"You see a burning house you just keep walking." Jeez, who says that! Fine, if I pass a lady yelling and pleading for me to go save her little kid and puppy, I'll just says 'Sorry, but my mother told me not to save any burning houses.' and if the kid dies it'd all be my mom's fault! That should make her guilty! Ha, Yeah right.
I packed up all my homework from yesterday and today... went to all my classes and got the homework. Don't even think dorky! I can't afford to miss a single day of work, hard enough keeping up with the lessons. I think the last time I ever missed school was in the second... no third grade when I got the chicken pox courtesy of my adoring brother, Rei.
Slowly I lugged my hundred-ton-weighing bag through the streets to the house.
Yesterday had been a very surprising day... surprisingly.
You know, skarmory mentioned something about not believing in god and it made me realize how many times I actually mention god in this story and to tell you the truth…I have no clue why:P I guess in real life when I'm talking I just say God a lot…lol…can you subconsciously believe in something? Cause I guess I do.
Okay, so making this short cause it was waaay too long up there:P….uhhh….hope u…liked?...:D…and….uuuhhh…ummm…let me think…oh yeah that's right…REVIEW!...please of course, no one's forcing u here:P