IMPORTANT NOTE: I know I said TWO DAY BREAK but I had to lengthen it. I got into a fight at school with some prep (who hated my punk look). I hate how most girls think a fight is pushing, slapping, and pulling hair, because that's all she tried to do. I, for one, kicked her ass the Spot Conlon way! Whoohoo! Although she did get my jaw pretty good –shrug- hope you like this one!
I awoke to find myself sleeping in my own bed at Ned's school. I rose slowly and my sheets feel from my body.
I looked around confusedly and saw Erica sound asleep on the other side of the small room. I scratched my head, trying to remember what happened, but my mind was clouded. Was I not just in an alley with Spot, or did I dream that?
I remembered sneaking into a building and spying on Ned – had that been a dream? Had I not listened to them speak the names of Eve and Kaiden Carter, two lost children from the past who do not have a purpose in life. Two children who no longer walk the earth with such names?
I shook my head and regained my senses as I slipped out of the bed and crept open the door. I snuck to the washroom and hid in one of the stalls, and finally breathed a sigh of relief once I was out of earshot.
"What happened?" I asked myself. I was sure that it wasn't a dream. I was so close to finding out, but then again I heard nothing of the truth.
"Eve," I whispered, to see if it still sounded alien. "Eve Anomie Carter. Kaiden Daniel Carter…"
I felt like I was the only person in the world to feel lost without my name. Eve…Eve… Even in my mind it sounded so out of place.
"Eve is dead," I said aloud. "She is dead and will never return…"
I tucked my hair behind my ears and walked out of the stall.
After hours of sleeping away, the boys and girls at Ned's school became alive and scurried through the halls. You weren't allowed to be late for the morning announcements or you'd never know if you were going to test or not.
I was nearly the last one to enter the main hall, and I felt all eyes on me. I held my head high like I didn't notice as I went to my table and took a seat beside my three best friends Stephen, Erica, and Cadince. Cadince looked quite nervous and fidgety as a man walked up to the front and read over the piece of parchment in his grubby hands.
"Today we will start off with 203 at 10:00, 423 at 3:00, 211 at 6:00, 132 at 9:00 p.m., and to end the day will be 102 at 12:00." The man then left through the back door and I looked over at Cadince.
"That's you," I said.
Cadince rubbed her sweaty palms together in an attempt to calm her nerves and gave me a wary smile.
"Can't wait," she said sarcastically and rose from the table, rejecting the lumpy breakfast soup in front of her.
I rose too, "Come with us into Brooklyn," I said.
Cadince shook her head vigorously. "Today isn't safe," she announced, clearly hiding something from us.
I rolled my eyes and walked to the other side of the table and gripped her arm. "You're coming!" I said.
Cadince made no attempt to argue with her leader as she nodded painfully and I ordered for Stephen and Erica to follow. I needed to tell them everything I heard last time. That is, if it wasn't a dream.
I explained to them carefully what I saw, and Stephen let out a small laugh.
"Do you know how worried I was when I saw Spot carrying you into the lodging house?" he asked.
"I was afraid you were dead!" Erica snapped.
"Just so happens you were asleep," Stephen explained amusedly.
I shoved on his arm and then glanced down at the ground.
"So Ned and this Mr. Carpenter guy are planning something against you?" Cadince asked.
"I suppose," I shrugged.
"Hmm, Mr. Carpenter…Carpenter…" Erica rubbed her chin in thought. "Doesn't ring a bell."
"You don't know who Mr. Carpenter is?" I asked surprised.
Erica shrugged, "No," she said.
"He's working with Ned. I've only met him about four or five times, and he isn't a pleasant man," I told them. "He's the master mind behind this school, although Ned runs it, he didn't create it. I believe that he and Ned are good friends and came up with this little surviving school while they were on something," I said.
Stephen laughed and shook his head. "And what do you suppose they were on?" he asked.
"I don't know…something strong, probably," I said.
We walked into the little restaurant and settled ourselves at our regular table.
"So…they never even mentioned where Daniel was?" Cadince asked.
"Not a word," I sighed.
"Who's Daniel?" a cold voice said from behind me.
I kept my eyes ahead of me and suppressed a sigh. "Conlon," I said unemotionally. How is it that he appears out of nowhere?
Spot was now standing at Stephen's side and sent me one of his usual looks of disgusts.
"Anorm," he said, not even trying to hide the repulsion in his voice.
I crossed my arms and stared unfazed at the window behind him. Deep down I was praying that he didn't remember last night and didn't hear anything that would give us away.
"Spot, I want you to meet Cadince Idi, a friend of ours," Stephen said. "And Cadince, this is Spot Conlon."
Spot held his hand out to her and she took it. They shook hands briefly.
"Nice ta meetcha," Spot told her. "You don't seem as hot tempered as yer friend there," he said, nodding towards me.
I sent him a glare but said nothing. Bastard… I thought angrily.
"Oh Anomie isn't that bad," Erica said, grinning. "She just doesn't get along with people she just meets."
Cadince laughed and leaned back in her chair. I could still see the nervous look in her eyes as she glanced over at me.
I brought my attention to the front door of the restaurant as a girl walked in, probably a year older than myself. Her brown hair was hanging loosely down her back, and her wild green eyes scanned the area.
She smiled mischievously once she saw Spot and then walked towards our table. Spot turned his head and grinned at her.
"Hey gorgeous," he greeted her.
The girl gave him a quick peck on the lips and wrapped herself in Spot's arms.
"Got a new girl, Spot?" Stephen asked.
"Sure do," Spot said. "Dis is Stacey, Stacey dis is Stephen, Erica and Cadince," he said, ignoring me completely.
I rolled my eyes and watched as Stacey smiled and then tilted her head at me.
"What about her?" he asked, nodding at me.
"Oh, dat's Anorm, don't talk to 'er, she's mean," Spot laughed.
I sent him a disgusted look and watched as he and Stacey sat down at our table. If I could only hit him again, then my day would be better.
Spot pulled Stacey's chair close to his and kept his arm draped over her shoulder. The waiter slowly approached and I instantly ordered a coffee. I needed to speak with Cadince, but with the jackass and his whore here I can't tell her anything.
Stacey wasn't even able to keep her hands to herself as she hung all over Spot. Spot didn't seem affected, but I saw something gleam in his eyes. I wasn't sure what I saw, but it looked to me like disgust. I shrugged it off and closed my eyes.
"Oh Spot, you're so funny!" Stacey giggled loudly.
I opened my eyes and stared at her blankly. She continued laughing, and her laugh drove me to a point far beyond anger. "Has anybody ever told you that you sound like a hyena?" I asked rudely.
Stacey moved her eyes away from Spot and stared at me. "Excuse me?" she said.
"I said: you sound like a hyena, and not to mention you have very bad hearing," I said.
"Who do you think you are?" Stacey asked in a high-pitched voice.
"Anomie," I told her. "Anomie Parker. I know who I am, so how about you? Got any idea who you are?"
Stacey pursed her lips angrily and flipped her hair behind her shoulders. "Like I'd tell you. You might be one of them people who stalk other people and then kill them in their sleep!" she shrieked.
I raised my eyebrows in amusement. "Wow, you sure can read a person, can't you Stacey?" I said. "You figured me out with just one look. I want to be just like you," I said, my voice loaded with sarcasm.
"Well who wouldn't? I am beautiful, funny, and the best," Stacey explained.
"Is that so?" I inquired.
Stacey nodded and crossed her leg over the other and tried to look important. "You know, just so you know, girls aren't supposed to look so rough and dirty," she said.
"And I'd totally agree with you," I said, propping my elbows up onto the table. "If I were some whore from the bar."
Stacey gasped and narrowed her eyes. "You did not just call me a whore!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, my dear friend, I assure you: I did," I told her.
Stacey rose from the chair and stomped her foot on the ground. "How dare you! I can sue you for that!"
"Wanna bet?" I asked calmly.
Stacey glared down at a laughing Stephen and then in one swift movement leaned over the table and tried to strike my face.
I caught her wrist gradually and held onto it with a firm grip. "Oh honey," I said sarcastically, "please don't tell me you're trying to fight me. I've dealt with worse beasts than you, so what makes you think you can hurt me?" I asked.
Stacey held a look of pain on her face and I let her wrist go. She grasped it in her other hand and stared at me, astonished. "Girls can't fight," she said like it was a crime.
"I assure you, Stacey, they can," I said coolly. "Well, the strong ones can anyways. It's the ones in tight dresses who run to men for protection!"
Spot narrowed his eyes angrily and snorted. "Quit bein stupid, Anorm," he snapped. "Jus' because you have no feelins doesn't mean you can go hurting someone else's."
"Me hurting her feelings? Never!" I said sarcastically.
"I want to go, Adam," Stacey hissed.
I furrowed my eyebrows and suppressed a laugh. "Adam?" I inquired.
I was sure I saw a tint of red form in Spot's cheeks, but it soon vanished. He just sent me an angry look and escorted Stacey out of the restaurants.
And for some strange reason, the names Adam and Eve sang in my head. What an odd thing…
Author note: Okay, so technically I didn't do what I said I was going to do for this chapter, so maybe in the next. No "Next Chapter" for this one, my bruised jaw is aching. Bye!
