Just when I thought my life could not get anymore complicated, Kyle Langsworth comes and saves the day. By that I mean he just made it one hundred times worst. New record, whoop dee doo. As if having my best friend unexpectedly have a giant ego and having a rage against me, still having to help with the eighth grade fundraising, knowing there is something greatly mysterious in Mrs. Walker's Desk- A drawer inside a desk, what?!-, and now having Kyle Langsworth going to school with me. This is the man who almost ruined my life here! Hello?
As I walked into my first class- interrupting Mr. Cable's speech- , science, there sat Kyle Langsworth, at my table. Kyla Winton, -who usually sits by me- my science partner, nowhere in sight. Guessing that my mouth was wide opened and staring at Kyle, (surprise?) Mr. Cable said,
"Mrs. Rosaletti. You're late."
I jumped in startlement. I tore my eyes off Kyle, reluctantly,- oh my gosh, could he be any cuter? He had a green t-shirt on that had my favorite band's logo, Three Days Grace, and jeans that looked ripped. His dark hair was tousled and his eyes, which I hadn't noticed before but were green, glowed at me- and keeping my eyes down, I went to my seat, ignoring the fact Kyle was staring right at me. I immediately raised my hand.
"Mr. Cable? Where is Kyla?" I asked.
"Mrs. Winton is absent today. You nosey kids, where else would she be? On the moon?"
Kyle stiffened beside me. I took a chance to glance at him but he looked no different; still staring at me with concern. Was it just the light playing a trick on me? Was I being all paranoid with the whole Kyle-ruined-my-life- situation? I hastily looked away, scooting my chair as far away from him as I could.
He ruined my life, he ruined my life.
I kept telling myself. Looking out the window, wishing to be anywhere but here in this claustrophobic room, I was aware that the moon was still there. Well not really there, I know that you could still see the moon sometimes in the morning and in the afternoon, having straight A's in science and all my other classes (I'm not a nerd! I just do my work! Suddenly your an overachiever if you are a good student). But the moon was just. . . there. It didn't look twice its size anymore- though i am positive that I imagined that- it had an eerie edge to it that made it glow like a thousand crystals had been drilled into its surface. I concentrated on the glamor of the moon for who knows how long. I stared at it as if my eyes could force it into reality.
"Edward Cullen much?" He muttered playfully.
I jumped. Although he had barely whispered, I felt as if he was bellowing at me. I winced away from him as subtle as I could. He didn't fall for it.
"Look, Val, I need to speak-" He started but Mr. Cable interrupted.
"Langsworth! You have to trade force for-"
"Distance."
"Very good. Class, you can learn from this new student of ours, coming from Verona Italy himself. Oh how I do love me some Italians." Mr. Cable muttered, the second part more to himself than to the class. There were of course a bunch of giggles and cough-like laughs, but Kyle didn't seemed budged. Verona Italy? That's where he has been all these years? I looked at him, but he was listening to Mr. Cable drone on and on about simple machines. Honestly things were getting very bizarre, but the feeling in my gut was telling me to hold on tight, for I was sure a wicked thrill ride was on its way.
At the end of class, Kyle gave a glance my way, tilted his head, and walked stridefully out the door. That glance meant everything. From the time when we were friends, a long almost forgotten time. The glance meant, 'Hey check out Dean Parker and Trixie Rhodes, they look like they are about to kiss!' Or, 'Teacher on the way. Act like a kid!' Although that was what the glance usually meant, I was pretty sure Kyle didn't have new gossip or was giving me the heads up that Mr. Cable was going to give me detention. Because first, we don't have detention in our school, and second, WE ARE NOT FRIENDS!
I walked out of the class for the ten minute break -half frozen from the few minutes of huge drama that happened in science- and went to find my friends at the rock. My friends and I always met up at the rock, which is actually an enormous overgrown tree which over time had grown adjacent to a huge stone, making an enclosed space that could hold up to ten teenagers. The walk from the school to the rock wasn't far, but it was a dangerous path and the hideout was pretty well hidden. I took the usual nature-made path to the rock. Dozens of other trails were linked to the main one, but if you kept on the trail farthest to the left, and turned on a trail on the right -which was practically invisible-, then jump over a log, and made your way pass dozens of thorn bushes, you could see a clearing come up from the ledge in which you were standing from. The view from the ledge is amazing, you could see the school and contemplate the mysterious ancientness of it, be dazed by the extraordinary blue of the day sky, look over the highest trees- you could also climb them if you wanted too, if you would like to fall from forty feet from the sky-, but the best part was the view of the meadow that stretched like a plain, but always seemed tiny in a vulnerable way.
It was a wide meadow filled with luscious fruit trees and all kinda of flowers; blossoming even in the fall air. The grass were each like small threads of green needles, carefully placed in their holes as if they were ready to shoot out of there on command. Even the air had a fruity lavender like sense to it. If you looked hard enough, you could tell the meadow was in the shape of a star, the edges faded away by erosion and other natural causes. A stone was placed in each point of the triangle, a flat rusted like marble. By all means it was the best place to come and contemplate life, and be happy in the position you are in. It was totally man made no doubt, but only a few of us knew about the meadow. The crew that is. The meadow was usually occupied with birds singing their heart open, and mammals collecting food for their winter hibernation. But today there wasn't a single insect, bug, animal, or bird in sight. How strange.
I made my way down the life threatening ledge and climbed down into the meadow. Hesitating for only half a second, and marched my way to the rock where I could already hear laughter and cries.
"And then, Jack, of course,"
"Him being the complete imbecile he is,"
"Decides to be all Michael Jordan and shoot his homework crushed ball into the trash,"
"Completely missing by a mile and hitting Mr. Wilson smack on his back!"
"And you know how terrible that back of his is! His face got so red I swear,"
"Oh hey Val, What's cracking?"
I reached the rock and coll aped down into my spot in the enclosed space. I looked around, Mitchie, Scarlett, Gracie, and Leila, were all here. Thank god in one piece.
"We seriously need to build a new path or something, because seriously anyone of us could die any day." I complained, panting a little.
"Oh come on Val. Woman up, its good for you, you need more meat on that athletic body of yours anyways." Scarlett teased,
I scowled. I'm not one to be modest, in fact I hate modest people, but I didn't exactly have a Dara Torres body, but I was more athletic than my other friends. Not that it matter.
"Speaking of athletic body, in which speaking of muscle, I am pretty sure one of us took advantage of our body building strength." Mitchie said eyeing me specifically. I raised my hand up in a surrender way,
"Hey somebody had to teach that fool something about how sexually assaulting girls is illegal."
All my friends looked aghast, their eyes turned into moons. They all shouted at me at the same time.
"You mean its true?" Mitchie asked dumbfounded.
"Dean! This is Dean, Val!" Gracie said.
"Oh, dang. You're in a sticky situation." Leila said.
"Oh my gosh, he's such a cutie though!" Scarlett said.
I backed away, they were all coming onto me as if they would strangle the truth out of me.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on. How did you all know?" I asked confused.
"Well we assumed when he stalked away from you, and his face looked a little red. And then you stalked after him, and you looked like you were in tears." Leila answered.
"And we have been on our guard! But from what?!" Gracie said.
I put my hands up again to quiet them down. Silence.
"First of all, Kyle Langsworth is going to school with us."
They all started to shriek something, but I put my hands up.
"Wait, okay I might just be imagining, but I swear, have you guys seen the moon lately? It isn't normal. And... well I'm pretty sure Kyle has something to do with it."
They all looked at me curiously, and surprised.
"She's right, none of us can deny that the moon looks alien like, and why is it out?" Leila said.
"I don't know, I mean I noticed it, and well yeah, it did kind of have an effect on me I think." Gracie said.
"What effect?" We all said in synchronous.
"My heart." She whispered laying a hand on her heart.
"My mind." Leila said touching her head.
"My inner self." Scarlett muttered.
"My physical self." Mitchie said.
I looked at each of my friends carefully. Much carefully than I had ever in my entire life. What did this mean? We all felt something today, did that mean everybody else did to?
"What about you Val?" Leila whispered.
I had a flashback from today and yesterday, and all those weird feelings in my. . .
"Gut?" I said confusingly.
The crew all barked out laughing uncontrollably. Before I could say anything else, the bell rang for our second class.
"Shoot." Scarlett said, standing up and wiping the dirt off her bottom.
"Tell me about it." Mitchie agreed, getting up as well.
"Remember you guys, be on your guard." I said hastily, feeling the pressure of my gut telling me something was up. "I have a strange feeling. . ."
The crew all gave me a quick nodd in agreement. They felt it to.
We all got up quickly and hurried out of the rock, running past the meadow and up the ledge without a second glance.
Little did we know that a small boy was sitting in the central part of the meadow, raising his arms out as if to bring hold an enchantment. The tiny grin on his face made the petunias closest to him ripple and turn old. All of a sudden the flowers exploded, leaving nothing but ashes.
The sky darkened by a fracton, and an uncanny red gleam filled the air. The small boy shivered, but continued to speak a complicated dark prayer which made his lips blur and vibrate. His arms shook, the star shaped meadow expanded to twice its size. High winds developed in the reddish glimmer of the air, shaking him violently, but his his feet stayed put, swaying him back and forth.
"------------------------" The boy muttered in an incoherent language. All of a sudden the sky above turned a sudden pitch black, a cloud of red matter evolved in between his arms. It seemed as if the matter would grow heavy on his arms, but he raised them still like a statue. The red substance amplified quickly, growing doom like and calamity.
"Expose the darkness within and let it wrath the emotions from the imprisonment once before!"
The cloud of doom accelerated from his arms, toppling him onto his back. It raced into the dark sky, leaving a trace of death in its path. The boy waited patiently on the ground. The star-like meadow all of a sudden blazed a gold like pigment, lasers of light filled the boundary of the star. He was trapped. He heard the screams and cries. The boy smiled.
"Its time."
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Chapter Four
As I went to school the next day with the crew, we had already prepared ourselves for the ruckus to begin. We thought best not to let anybody in about the whole OMG- VAL-TOTALLY- PASSED- OUT- AND-KYLE- IS- BACK- NOT- TO- MENTION- A- SECRET- DRAWER- IN- MRS. WALKER’S DESK. I mean, why worry the entire society of gossip when dating and drugs are the so “it” factor in today’s discussions? But instead, when we all got out of Gracie’s mom’s Range Rover getting ready to tell people to mind their own business, Dean arrived at my side. I have no idea how he could possibly get to me so fast, and I couldn’t shrug away the strike of pleasantness that filled me. He looked totally cute. So cute. You could tell he had taken a shower this morning, and didn’t care at all what he wore. Blue T- that totally made his eyes even more blazing-, white khaki shorts, and flip flops. Men. God, how could they dress so fast and look so good? Unfair, unfair, unfair.
“Um…” Dean mumbled. “Can I have a word?”
Can you have a word? Well heck yes you may have a word with me! But who says that anymore? And yet it sounded totally mature and hot of him. Not to mention deadly and serious.
Uh oh.
“Yeah, sure.” I replied uneasy.
He didn’t even wait for an answer, he just walked off in the opposite direction from where the rest of the crew stood with a –what the heck, do you want us to come with you or do we stand here like idiots- look. I gave a weak smile and ran toward Dean, still walking. He had long strides and was walking quickly to who knows where and I basically had to run to keep up. What was up with him? Had somebody taken him last night and was this a clone? No, I’m so over exaggerating. Am I? Before we turned the corner of the school, I heard Mitchie say,
“Huh, nobody is trampling us for answers.”
I didn’t have time to think what that could have meant, whether everybody knew what had happened and didn’t want to say anything (which is totally irrational, I mean its middle school!), or they didn’t know. But no matter, once we turned the corner, Dean pinned me to the ancient wooden school wall, his hands on my shoulders shaking me madly.
“Who the hell is this Kyle Langsworth guy?” he asked; his breath in pants. His usual beautiful blue eyes were blazing cold. They looked cold and evil. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, like if I did I would get swooped into the deep dark coldness and drown. . .
“What the hell Dean!” I exclaimed confusingly, after I got control of myself and tore my eyes off of his. I hated being touched, pushed, shook, poked, etc. It just made me so irritated and mad! Dean knew this. And Dean had never been the violent guy. His parents taught him to be a gentleman, never a cad.
Now a normal girl would have screamed her head off for help, but because I’m not normal, and I am not a disgrace toward females for being weaker and wimpier than guys, I just slapped him in the face. That’s right. I slapped Dean Parker, most popular and probably the hottest guy in the school. Not to mention he’s my best friend. Because he is. But I wasn’t thinking about that now. I was thinking how to get this creep off me. And why did he want to know who Kyle Langsworth is? He sure as heck knew! Jealous was he? Well, we will just see about that. (Although secretly I felt adored)
Dean fell backward, he looked stunned. I could see the red imprint I had left on his face. That must have hurt. But so what, I slapped him, I sure wasn’t going to back down. I felt rage going through me at top speed. As a side thought, now I knew why I didn’t get asked out a lot. I was dangerous. I smiled secretly inside my head at that, but now I was mad, and I’m sure my supposedly pretty little face looked deranged. But in a cute way.
“Don’t ever touch me like that!” I screamed at him, stamping my feet. And yeah, stamping my feet, I know. But hey, I’m a girl, not a sexist.
Dean just looked at me, bewildered and dumbstruck at what I had just done. So apparently I’m violent, and everybody knows this, yet they are surprised when I start ripping peoples’ heads off. And yet people still expect me to act like nice little innocent Val. Wow, I wonder if I’m secretly bipolar.
“Dean what is up with you?” I yelled, furious. For some reason I never blush, or get red when I’m mad. This is both good and bad. Good being because people wouldn’t know I was embarrassed, bad being because people can’t take me seriously if I’m vicious.
Dean finally snapped out of his total disbelief faze. I got madder.
“Me? What is up with you?” Punching kids in the face?!” Dean said his eyes still cold and furious.
“Well,” I said hotly, “if you could just explain your sudden assault to me, I would more than happy be off my way to go bully other kids!”
Dean looked at me. Understanding developed in his eyes. No seriously, his eyes were cold, dark, furious, and now they changed into a light, embarrassed, and worrisome pretty blue. What was up with that?
“Um. . .” Dean said, standing up from him awkward collapse. I raised my eyebrow at him and crossed my arms, hoping to have that cool -I’m-better-than-you look- going on. And yes, I can totally raise one eyebrow.
“Okay, Listen. This. . . Langsworth kid doesn’t seem. . .” He struggled for a word to say while pulling back his blond soft hair. He looked so cute. Even if he was sexually assaulting me five seconds ago. I waited patiently. “Sane.” He muttered finally, embarrassed.
My eyes widened in confusion.
“Sane?” I said.
“Yeah, listen, I know it sounds odd, but you just have to trust me.” Dean said, his eyes looking into mine, as if only our unbreakable glaze would let me see understanding. But it didn’t.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do about the whole me passing out- Kyle coming back- and the secret drawer thing does it?” I teased.
He looked at me with a thoughtfully and exasperated face.
“Yes.”
And with that he walked off. Just like that. And Dean is not the one to leave some one hanging, with their jaw opened in complete and utter confusion. It’s was if someone put an imperious curse on him. He wasn’t acting like himself. (What an understatement) First he sexually assaults me, and then he leaves me hanging. Foreshadowing, I tried to keep out the thought that if he didn’t change that mood of his somebody was going to get hurt.
I watched as he retraced our steps back and forced himself through the crowd of kids- shaking off any flirtatious grins from the girls and ‘Hey what’s up D-Dog!?’ from the guys- and went to class. No sooner after Dean went in; my friends came behind the corner with bizarre looks on their faces. They all opened their mouths to question me, but I shook my head at them.
“Later you guys. But be on your guard, I have a funny feeling about something.”
My friends looked at me in confusion, but were silenced from any pestering for the school bell rang.
As I walked to class, I had a feeling in my gut again. A warning. Well, great. Just what I need, for my gut to start worrying me in a time of dramatic crises with my friends. And possibly Kyle Langsworth.
“Um…” Dean mumbled. “Can I have a word?”
Can you have a word? Well heck yes you may have a word with me! But who says that anymore? And yet it sounded totally mature and hot of him. Not to mention deadly and serious.
Uh oh.
“Yeah, sure.” I replied uneasy.
He didn’t even wait for an answer, he just walked off in the opposite direction from where the rest of the crew stood with a –what the heck, do you want us to come with you or do we stand here like idiots- look. I gave a weak smile and ran toward Dean, still walking. He had long strides and was walking quickly to who knows where and I basically had to run to keep up. What was up with him? Had somebody taken him last night and was this a clone? No, I’m so over exaggerating. Am I? Before we turned the corner of the school, I heard Mitchie say,
“Huh, nobody is trampling us for answers.”
I didn’t have time to think what that could have meant, whether everybody knew what had happened and didn’t want to say anything (which is totally irrational, I mean its middle school!), or they didn’t know. But no matter, once we turned the corner, Dean pinned me to the ancient wooden school wall, his hands on my shoulders shaking me madly.
“Who the hell is this Kyle Langsworth guy?” he asked; his breath in pants. His usual beautiful blue eyes were blazing cold. They looked cold and evil. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, like if I did I would get swooped into the deep dark coldness and drown. . .
“What the hell Dean!” I exclaimed confusingly, after I got control of myself and tore my eyes off of his. I hated being touched, pushed, shook, poked, etc. It just made me so irritated and mad! Dean knew this. And Dean had never been the violent guy. His parents taught him to be a gentleman, never a cad.
Now a normal girl would have screamed her head off for help, but because I’m not normal, and I am not a disgrace toward females for being weaker and wimpier than guys, I just slapped him in the face. That’s right. I slapped Dean Parker, most popular and probably the hottest guy in the school. Not to mention he’s my best friend. Because he is. But I wasn’t thinking about that now. I was thinking how to get this creep off me. And why did he want to know who Kyle Langsworth is? He sure as heck knew! Jealous was he? Well, we will just see about that. (Although secretly I felt adored)
Dean fell backward, he looked stunned. I could see the red imprint I had left on his face. That must have hurt. But so what, I slapped him, I sure wasn’t going to back down. I felt rage going through me at top speed. As a side thought, now I knew why I didn’t get asked out a lot. I was dangerous. I smiled secretly inside my head at that, but now I was mad, and I’m sure my supposedly pretty little face looked deranged. But in a cute way.
“Don’t ever touch me like that!” I screamed at him, stamping my feet. And yeah, stamping my feet, I know. But hey, I’m a girl, not a sexist.
Dean just looked at me, bewildered and dumbstruck at what I had just done. So apparently I’m violent, and everybody knows this, yet they are surprised when I start ripping peoples’ heads off. And yet people still expect me to act like nice little innocent Val. Wow, I wonder if I’m secretly bipolar.
“Dean what is up with you?” I yelled, furious. For some reason I never blush, or get red when I’m mad. This is both good and bad. Good being because people wouldn’t know I was embarrassed, bad being because people can’t take me seriously if I’m vicious.
Dean finally snapped out of his total disbelief faze. I got madder.
“Me? What is up with you?” Punching kids in the face?!” Dean said his eyes still cold and furious.
“Well,” I said hotly, “if you could just explain your sudden assault to me, I would more than happy be off my way to go bully other kids!”
Dean looked at me. Understanding developed in his eyes. No seriously, his eyes were cold, dark, furious, and now they changed into a light, embarrassed, and worrisome pretty blue. What was up with that?
“Um. . .” Dean said, standing up from him awkward collapse. I raised my eyebrow at him and crossed my arms, hoping to have that cool -I’m-better-than-you look- going on. And yes, I can totally raise one eyebrow.
“Okay, Listen. This. . . Langsworth kid doesn’t seem. . .” He struggled for a word to say while pulling back his blond soft hair. He looked so cute. Even if he was sexually assaulting me five seconds ago. I waited patiently. “Sane.” He muttered finally, embarrassed.
My eyes widened in confusion.
“Sane?” I said.
“Yeah, listen, I know it sounds odd, but you just have to trust me.” Dean said, his eyes looking into mine, as if only our unbreakable glaze would let me see understanding. But it didn’t.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do about the whole me passing out- Kyle coming back- and the secret drawer thing does it?” I teased.
He looked at me with a thoughtfully and exasperated face.
“Yes.”
And with that he walked off. Just like that. And Dean is not the one to leave some one hanging, with their jaw opened in complete and utter confusion. It’s was if someone put an imperious curse on him. He wasn’t acting like himself. (What an understatement) First he sexually assaults me, and then he leaves me hanging. Foreshadowing, I tried to keep out the thought that if he didn’t change that mood of his somebody was going to get hurt.
I watched as he retraced our steps back and forced himself through the crowd of kids- shaking off any flirtatious grins from the girls and ‘Hey what’s up D-Dog!?’ from the guys- and went to class. No sooner after Dean went in; my friends came behind the corner with bizarre looks on their faces. They all opened their mouths to question me, but I shook my head at them.
“Later you guys. But be on your guard, I have a funny feeling about something.”
My friends looked at me in confusion, but were silenced from any pestering for the school bell rang.
As I walked to class, I had a feeling in my gut again. A warning. Well, great. Just what I need, for my gut to start worrying me in a time of dramatic crises with my friends. And possibly Kyle Langsworth.
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