Chapter Two ~ Hunny there’s a Dead person at the door!
The morning perspiration of annoyance dotted across a dim faced boy, his classmates the same. His shiny hair was flopped across lazily and looked uncombed along with the shagginess of a wet dog, making him appear as if he didn’t care for his looks. He did however and it was not his fault for this disheveled look, the only thing he couldn’t help were his eyes which were a sick yet beautiful green. He was considered lucky though for others suffered they suffered much worst than he, their uniform shirts sticking to their bodies with perspiration, (the chubby chap next to him was the was the worst though his odor reaching even the farthest corners of the next room.)
“Maxwell Crugar!”, the teacher who seemed to be in need of retirement spoke in a shrill tone, “What is the answer to number three?”
The boy mumbled something inaudible and the class snickered because they themselves have really nothing to laugh at. Most of their lives consist of going to school and going to sleep. Their mothers most probably tried and almost succeeded in setting them up with their creepy cousins named Fred no less.
“What was that?” Her dry tongue licked her lips in a proud “O”.
“My name is Jax Mam,” He mumbled in annoyance.
“What is that tone?” Her tall figure seemed to shiver with anticipation.
“It is Jax, moved here last month expecting more” He sternly looked her in the eyes and was met by the shrill tutting of the teacher. Jax sat back and looked at his work, it was so easy to make a teacher a tad mad, and this one flapped her arms about, talking about the importance of continuing a career of learning. She finally stopped and went back to her lesson, she was interrupted again by the jeering Jax.
“You answered the problem wrong,” He said motioning to her long handwriting on the old chalkboard.
“Young man,” she attempted to say calmly, “I will not take this-“
Jax interrupted her, “Crap?” his lips curled evilly.
Next thing he knew the class was laughing as he was literally kicked out, while being hit with a workbook that the teacher had picked up from a scared girl with braces. He was continuously thwacked until he could take cover into the principal’s main office, who was now trying to pretend to read a book while instead a golf magazine was tucked expertly inside. He slammed it shut as Jax walked in and watched him closely as Jax chose his usual seat casually.
“Pissed off the bird again?” He asked dryly.
“Nothing else!” Jax leaned forward smiling and stopped when the principal’s bleak expression made his jaw itch.
“You are on the verge of being dropped from the program if you don’t step up soon.” The principal got straight to the point as he stretched revealing his own large sweat stains, “That is why I signed you up to be a mentor for the new student who is tranfering in today.”
“Ha your funny,” Jax’s carefree attitude worried even himself but the principal’s eyes glazed over.
“She is a special case, no memory of her past.”
A silence ensued, not one that was awkward but a serious one. You might compare that silence to if you found out that Fred, the creeper guy, just died and you were the reason. Well, not that serious but you get my point no?
“I know for a fact you’re a good guy Jax and you should treat the poor girl right.”
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A girl’s heavy breaths are swallowed up into the crowd. The reeking natural perfume of people blended together as a sick smell, making it almost impossible to verify yourself. The strident of voices and tongues collided, making it almost impossible to hear yourself think. But Alice Harper wasn’t thinking about that, she was busy running away from her pursuer. She was leaping through the air practically and avoided people with not such an ease. She was met by angry glares and a few fuming mouths but she didn’t care, she was too busy to care. She felt her pursuers’ eyes and kept sprinting forward, her messenger bag hitting against her side. Her blue eyes glinted in the sunlight and stung when various and unknown fumes swung into them.
“Maria!” A nearby voice called from right behind her.
“I don’t know you!” She cried. She kept running at an expert pace and eventually reached the slate gray building of a school.
“Maria! I knew it was you!” A hand snapped her wrist, “Why are you denying it? It’s me Aaron!”
“Let go of me!” She struggled out his stong grip and ran into the building and up the stairs, ducking into the nearest room, which was actually n office.
“This must be her!” A voice said happily and she was met by a pumpkin sized man’s smile.
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