Chapter 15
The best thing Chris had heard all day was the school bell ringing for lunch, to Chris it meant that there was only two more periods left to go until the day was over. A small happiness filled him as he began to pack his things away.
"God Chris slow down, I haven't even closed my books yet." A friendly figure said to him.
David Thompson, his best friend and a kid that Chris had known ever since pre-school was about the same height as him, had dark brown hair that was almost black and blue eyes. David loved to play pranks and was a well-known friend of the family so when he had heard of what happened to Chris's mother he felt a pit inside his stomach and tried to keep his best friend's mind off of it. He didn't ask if he was okay, unlike everyone else because he knew that deep down Chris was far from okay. So instead he just was his usual self and tried to cheer Chris up.
"Oh, sorry, I just can't wait to get outta here." He admitted, throwing his bag over one of his shoulders.
"Well, just wait Speedy Gonzales."
As they walked out of the classroom together they had seen majority of the kids at their school all standing around something in a sort of semi-circle. David edged Chris to check it out and to see what was going on but Chris could not have been bothered nor cared, although it was his friends grip on his arm that urged him over there to see what had happened. Chris didn't pay attention he just stood behind the crowd waiting for his friend to finish his business.
"Holy crap!" David exclaimed fussing over the mess that they had seen, studying the burn marks and singed/ broken lockers. "What the hell happened?" he asked a student standing next to him.
"I have no idea, but the teach's are thinking that maybe a kid had some fireworks or something. Maybe someone planted a bomb."
"Maybe someone planted a bomb." Were theonly words that ran through Chris's head which made his worry and interest peak. Pushing his way through the crowd, Chris made his way to the front and saw the damage that the students had been talking about. Around the premises about four policemen had been studying the contents of the lockers and had been taking samples of the burn marks. Chris's throat began to swell and his hands became clammy. He had only seen this type of damage before and it was not from a demon.
"…Wyatt" A mere shocked whisper fell from his mouth, but it was not as quiet as he had hoped it to be.
Running from the crowd with David calling after him he started to sense for his brother, feeling a horrible, cold and dark sensation. He could only assume the worst.