Cassidy's POV
I don't trust Madame Kahn.
And no matter what she says, we've met before.
I don't know where. I don't know when.
I just know that we've met before.
Everyday when I walk into French class 10th period, I get this nervous jolt sent down my spine, like something is going to happen - something bad. I feel as if I should just run out of there, dash out of the classroom and never look back.
Madame is no ordinary teacher, either. First, she looks like she is still in high school. She also has this odd way of confronting students and making them feel uncomfortable. Her grey eyes stare at her students as if she's peering into their souls and reminding them of their worst nightmares…
That may be a hyperbole, but it's not too far off.
Then there's Eddie.
He's nothing like I expected he'd be like. I had had him pegged as a rebellious, snarky teenager with no respect for authority. I thought he'd be irritating and selfish and a self-described comedian.
He is nothing like that.
Eddie, for the few days I've been at the school, has been sitting in the back of the classroom with the girl who I've realized must be Patricia. The Patricia. He's been quiet and somber, never talking, never confident. Even back at Anubis during meals, he'll rarely pipe into the conversation. He always sits at the end table with Patricia by his side, only talking to her, scooting away from the group. He'll stare at his soup as if he expects it to dance or do something. He almost looks… lost. Broke. Despaired. Something must've happened before I arrived here.
I know I'll find out soon enough.
I didn't expect my arrival to go this way. I expected to meet Eddie and connect with him so I could explain everything. It seems as if my mission may take slightly longer than I presumed originally.
I really want to talk to Eddie. I want to remind him of who he is, how important he is. I wonder if he is aware of the great evil threatening… his family. Him, his dad, Patricia… they're all in danger. Only Eddie can stop it… with some help… but he may not know what's coming.
I glance behind me. Eddie is slouched, his head buried in his chest. His hands are neatly folded and resting on the desk. I begin to worry that Eddie may know more - or have seen more - than I thought. I worry about his attitude. This isn't at all like she described Eddie, the vivacious, vibrant, mischievous boy always getting into trouble. This is Eddie, the depressed, deeply saddened boy who doesn't know what's about to hit him.
