Anyways, I finally finished packing my stuff and changing into my school uniform. You know sometimes in the corner of my eye I just feel like something is watching, reading me and judging me– God, I don't think I'm okay. I don't know if it's just my wild imagination or something far more interesting, but who cares right now? I sludge over to the dining table, pick up an apple, mime a few bites, then quietly return it to the fruit basket. "Heh," I mutter proudly to myself, after avoiding breakfast in the morning. I place my socks and shoes on getting ready to walk to school, as I feel the morning breeze hit my face as the gates to my home are opened. I chuck my earphones in my ears listening to my playlist.
I watch the cars drive past me as I wonder if I could just grab onto the handle of the car and shoot into the wind on my way to school, it doesn't seem too hard, right? If I was able to just grab the car handle to that backdoor of the car behind me and woosh past all the other people walking and go to school faster, I could also literally shred to pieces due to force. "I guess we can just walk normally for now" I say with a disappointed tone in my tone, but walking is still engaging. I love it, you just need the right person to walk with and it's really exciting! I hopped the rest of the way, reaching the crisp gates of my school and I turned to inspect my right hand's wrist seeing that I was only an hour early. Well, this day is getting really disappointing, isn't it? And, as if the devil themselves were listening and reading my mind carefully and keenly, Yabby strides confidently through the hall and then flops onto me tiredly.
"Someone looks tired?" I scoff to myself, looking at the short black haired girl's tired face I almost break into tears of laughter at the absolute retardedness of her expression. "You look like you saw a D-minus on someone's report, you know?" I tease her and I start unlocking my locker. "It was worse…" The young writer says looking like she'd walked out of a mafia hideout just barely on a grip with only an arm intact, I hold in a whole swarm of laughs and giggle trying to not die of laughter on the spot.
"I'm kind of feeling.. Uh weird though." The small writer stutters, softly but with her usual playful demeanor. "You're just tryna bunk school, bigback~" I scoff at her obvious attempt but I look at her, deep into her eyes noticing an uncharacteristic look of seriousness in the usually playful and childish author. "I guess I'll just finish English and then see how I feel?~" Yabby says playfully back in character with the flick of a light switch, in true fashion obviously.
As I finish taking my computer bag out of of my bag and stuffing my bag and the rest of my belongings other than my computer bag into my small top cuboid locker, me and yabby head on our way to climb down the stairwell next to the 3rd of the 16 year 7 classes lockers and we walk down crossing the bridge that connects our building and walk over to the year 12 area, where our english is stationed.
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As the breeze of the classroom's scent finds its way to my nostrils and the cold but pleasant breeze of the A.C mixed with the slightly unpleasant school air, I enter what feels to me like the gates of hell!
Oh yes, I know what you've been told! You like reading books, Oculor, shouldn't you love English? Well no! I don't because English is ass cheeks! I mean yeah I like books, and I like the subject itself, but I just hate my teacher and the boring ass books we have to read, like at least give me some spice once in a while, Jesus, it's not that hard!
But you know what, "I shouldn't complain" I inaudibly mutter under my now school scent filled face, I begin to trudge my way to my seat and place my stuff down taking out my book club book and flicking through the pages as our teacher tells us to get out our laptops. It was a bit annoying though because I forgot to charge my laptop yesterday, but at least we're not getting lectured on A.I, hah.
I might actually read a fanfic, right now~ Oh no, I'm starting to sound like Yabby, god! What am I gonna do next? Start memorising Yaoi's? Hahahah, oh hell no! "Wait but actually…" My head tilts almost comically from side to side looking around the room… where was Yabby? She's 100% not the type to even skip a minute of a class but she's missed like 5 minutes already, she was here this morning.
It felt like just a second as I turned my head and heard that bang. That bang that would replay in my head for years and years to come… Something whistles overhead As the giant platinum looking icicle dagger whatevery do hit the oval exactly slicing a bird that was flying in its path.
Then, someone sees the dead bird. I pause in silence, seeing the sight in front of me, "What the hell…? Surely someone else saw that too-" I say and the person screams, someone laughs and tries to act sarcastic, then the teacher yells at them to be quiet, the whole school lockdown bells start ringing, echoing louder than the screams of my peers as I stand there, silent, my blood pulsing through my veins, "What the hell? What the hell? what the hell!?" As I turn my head, my ears try to block out the earring sounds of the menagerie of students, some screaming, some making bottomless jokes in pure and sheer fear or maybe those people may just be insane. For a second, everything feels still around me as I hesitate to witness what's happening outside as kids crowd the window, then it happens. The alarm starts.
In a hurried movement, our teachers forced us to get under our tables, like that's gonna do anything to shield us from the bullets, or at least that's what the kids were calling whatever these pointy dagger things were. They rained from the sky like shooting stars that pierced into human flesh slicing them so beautifully–that it almost hurt watching them fall onto the others who didn't make it inside on time. I was jealous. I was jealous of those people feeling the beautiful touch of something so beautiful– Why them? Why...am I even jealous?
As I turn my head slightly to look at the other side of our school oval I see, the sight that would be most likely my last normal sight I'd ever see in my life ever again. Yabby standing there in the rainpour of pointy columns from the heavens, as the people at the back of the room were calling them. And that second, my body froze seeing the sight in front of me, my flight or fight mode was on and without thinking the second I saw it, her hand ushering me to quickly make my way outside, I ran.
Busting through the open door of my English classroom, and down the stairs, it felt almost addicting. This thing, oh this thing. It had people scared, confused, worried even, but for me, this, oh this, this felt like my whole world just got doused in luck because this difference, this fun I had been craving, this fulfillment was filled.
This fire, this passion, this… this thing! I'm covered in it, and I'm drowning. Oh yes, ohhh yes, I'm drowning in this energy with a smirk stuck on my face running down those stairs and saying "Sayonara" to my old world, as I run down the stairs all the way to Yabby, she's smirking the same as me, fulfilled and excited. I know how it felt now, and it, this, it felt good– no, not just good, great! She grabs my hand and we run as the alarms ring louder then our giggles and the others screams telling us to come back. But in truth, I was ready, this was perfect, this was heaven.
I've never ever craved for things, not even when my parents or friends offered me slushies or icecreams. I mean it's not the best example because I'm not that much of an eater, haha. But now, I suddenly crave this. Something new, something to give me meaning. To save me from my pit of endless words and scripts.
The others, all of them see this as the end of the world. But this- this is my hope. My twisted faith that this will help me somehow. And give me something I strangely do not know of. But when I see Yabby's grin, I know this is meant to be as I run to her and the school crowds into lines gathering into their classrooms, scared. Then, inside the school a light ignites as a child accidentally opens a window letting the daggers fall inside.
Quickly as the school crowds on the oval and civilians try to find shelter, Me and Yabby. We run. We know what to do. I don't know how, but I know somehow if I just follow Yabby I'll be…safe.
We run across the road, my adrenaline higher than it has ever been, my ear phones still in bursting music as she grabs my hand the internet cuts out, I run. We run across the crossing onto her street and find her car. My heart beats, my ears pump in the noise of my heart and body shaking, my eyes flutter and fizz my surroundings into a blur.
My hands trail against the gate of her house, breathing horse, still in flight or fight mode. My sore eyes gaze upon my surroundings. I looked at everyone, and… they were scared? What the hell? Why would they be scared on such an interesting day?!
I feel the teacher's hand grip my elbow, This fucking bitch. The teacher grabbed my elbow and tried to pull me back. I screamed to Yabby to cross, in warning of the teacher running over the crossing to her, I saw her eyes widen as she grabbed something out of her bag. What a dagger?! No way that little midget picked it up from the ground!
But then I realized what Yabby was going to do… No, no even if the teacher was being a bitch, no. No… no! I reach for the teacher holding me and try to kick them away but their grip remains strong. That's it I've had enough-
I… I'm dead? Yabby looks at me, makes eye contact and throws the dagger straight… at me. What the fuck is even happening, right now? Yabby, how could you?! "I believed you-" I stutter before she cuts me off "Girl, you ain't dying take a closer look…" she says like this is most fucking normal thing ever! I look at my arm where the dagger pierced through me, damn that hurts… but wait? I inspect my hand as I see the liquid almost looks frozen, or like tacky?