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Chapter 5: A Dream or Reality?
For the remainder of classes I just remember being in a daze. Later as the day went on I began to come back to reality. I was standing outside of a classroom to wait for my friend Brittany. When she came out she hit this girl and yelled at her to watch out.
"Brittany! That was really rude!" I said to her in protest. "What do you care Faith? You're the one who's been out of it all day!" Brittany replied as she stormed off. I didn't ever really like her anyways, she's just so pushy, if things didn't go her way it was "the end of the world". I walked away as fast as I could not wanting an encounter between us. My next class was Visual Arts. I had too 'create a masterpiece' as my teacher called it. Then Mr. Weatherbee left the room to see to other stuff. That's when everyone got up and either talked or actually did the work they were assighined. None of my friend's were in that class so I decided that it wouldn't hurt to do my work instead of talking. I walked over to the counter and began to gather my supplies. Since no one else was over there I was able to get all of the best tools. I smiled as I softly hummed a song.
Then as I reached my hand out for a marking pencil a different hand beat me too it. I whipped around then backed up into the counter. The stranger was standing right behind me, and I had barely any room to move around. "Here you go this must be what you wanted." The guy said as he handed me the pencil. I quickly took and glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching…they weren't. "Yes, I am going to use it on my project" I wasn't sure what to say. I hadn't remembered ever seeing him before, and I practically knew everybody. I couldn't place his face with a name that might seem familiar. "Are you new here?" I asked. He stared at me before answering; his mysteriously dark eyes seemed to penetrate mine. "You could say that. I'm James Evens." Instead of stepping back like I had expected he leaned even closer to me as he said his name. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. It was cold and barely had a scent to it. "Uh, n ice to meet you James. My name is Faith Kindell, now if you'll excuse me; I have to get back to work." I said, hoping that he would get the message to back off. He released his gaze and stepped back, but still kept a close proximity.
I strolled back over to my worktable and began to sketch out a rough design. James followed and sat down at my groups table. He watched as I drew. I had hoped that he would eventually get bored and walk away, but apparently I can draw very well, because he didn't budge. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of his stupid act I laid down the pencil and pushed aside the paints. "Look, what do you want? Whatever it is just tell me now and get it over with, because your staring is getting very annoying." I half whispered so not to draw any unwanted attention. Then Mr. Weatherbee came back into the room, and called us all back to our tables. I looked back over to where James was and he was gone. In fact I didn't see him anywhere else in the room, at all. 'That's strange' I thought. The shrugged it off. I needed to focus on the class. After the day wore to an end, I quickly went down to the pick-up area to meet my brother.
As I left the building I was flooded with searing pain, I looked down at my birthmark that was glowing, and I touched it and burned my finger. A shock of electricity ran through my weakening body, sending me to the ground. I screamed so loud it was deafening to my own ears. My mother came dashing towards me that was when things went dark, my vision impaired, and my energy lost. Next thing I knew I was in a dark tunnel. At the end was a bright light so I began to walk along the walls to the light. The light grew brighter, I could hardly see much, until I was right next to the source, a girl, but not just any girl. It was the girl Brittany had run into. "What is going on?" I asked, but nothing happened. I reached out my hand to touch her shoulder, when her eyes flew open. Thump, thump, my heart was racing, "AHHHHH!! Help, Help! Please somebody help me!!" I was falling to the depths watching the once bright light dim to a dreadful end.
Grace's POV:
Chapter 5: Unwanted Encounter
I felt sick to my stomach. What was I going to do? I sat there silently, pulling the book higher and higher over my face until I heard a chair pull out beside me. I peeked over my book to find that he was staring at me with an entrancing crooked smile on his face. We sat there staring at each other for what seemed like hours until I heard a low voice shout, "Ms. Kennedy! Are you listening to anything I am saying?!" I jerked my eyes away from his face, with great effort, and in a daze answered, "Uh…uh….ye…um…uh well you see Mr. ….uh Johnson I was listening, but I…uh…." Then his booming low voice came again, "You what? Ms. Kennedy? Were you to busy distracting Mr. Sepheroth here? Or were you just too entranced by his presence to listen to me?" A round of giggles came from every student in the class. My face was no longer tan, but a cherry red, and so, on the verge of crying, I said no more.
When the bell rang, I sprinted out of that dungeon so fast my life could've depended on it, and slipped in to my next class, trying to be unnoticed. I sat down in the back of the room hoping that he would sit far enough away from me, so I could sit there in my own little bubble without being disturbed by his presence. He came in, and sat down in the front, then looked around the room as though he was looking for someone. "He couldn't be looking for me." I thought, "Could he?" Then he turned around, and looked right at me. Horror struck me as I saw him pick up his books off the desk, and come to the back to sit right next to me! He sat down and smiled at me. I was horrified beyond imagining, and so, I decided to create a wall between us, by pulling my hair down over my face and writing in my notebook; not saying a word.
Then, my wall came tumbling down when I heard a soft voice, "Hi, my name is Clay." I had to reply. I turned my head and whispered, "Hi." I said nothing more. "You're Grace right?" he questioned slyly. Oh know! He knows my name! "Yeah." I quietly confirmed. "Hey, don't pay attention to those guys, they're just jealous." He confirmed. "Jealous, of me? You've got to be kidding." I argued, "You are a lot smarter and better looking then they are, and you have more personality then all of them put together." He whispered coolly. How could he say that? He just met me. "Yeah right." I objected. Then, he looked away, probably knowing I was done talking, but his face looked rather disappointed. For the rest of the day we said nothing to each other, not even when we literally bumped into each other on our way to related arts. I was happy with that fact, but also strangely unsatisfied. I was dizzy from all the questions that filled my head. It was the end of the day, and I was ready to go home, but Granny had to work late in the hospital, she was a nurse, so I had to walk home. I started walking, but as I left sight of the school, I couldn't help feeling like I was being followed. Then, without warning, a piercing pain shot from my chest and through my body. I looked to find my birthmark looked like it was glowing. I touched it and it burned my hand. The pain got so immense I couldn't hold myself up. My vision blurred, and a sweep of nausea came over me and I collapsed. I woke up to a soft voice, "Grace, Grace, Wake up. It's ok, I've got you, I've got you." It was that boy, Clay. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
With terror I realized he was holding me inches from his face. Out of reaction, I slapped him. He stared at me with a shocked face, which slowly turned into a relieved smile. We stared at each other for about five minutes, with him still holding me as close as possible. I resisted the urge to slap him again. "Grace, are you ok?" He politely asked. I replied, "Yeah I'm fine, I think. Wait, where did you come from?" I questioned frantically. "I was just walking home, when I heard someone screaming, so I came running." He exclaimed. "I wasn't screaming." I argued. He stopped and stared at me with a serious face, like he was trying to think of an answer that would please me without telling me too much, but then a smile came across his face and he calmly replied, "Yes, you did." "No, I did not!" I yelled. He put his finger on my lips and shushed me. Then, he scanned the area, and whispered under his breath, "Ok its safe now." "What was that?" I asked suspiciously. "Oh, nothing, you should get home." He ordered. Then, he gently helped me up, and I dusted myself off. I started walking away, but reluctantly decided that the least I could do was say thank you, so I turned around to apologize, but he was gone.
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