Superstition {On hold}

Chapter 2

Chapter II

Reece

The sun hardly shone through the thick gray clouds when Reece got up the next morning. Groggy and dazed, Reece made his way to the bathroom. He held both sides of the sink as he looked up at the mirror. A teenage boy with tangled hair with dark circles under his eyes looked back at him. He sighed.  That damn thunderstorm last night really did a great job keeping him up all night. Maybe he could sleep in for the day. After all, it was the first day of school and most people ditch on the first stay. But then there was Jane, who would probably pop a vein. She didn’t look it, but Jane had a temper; a big one at that. One small mistake and boom, she’d be all over your case...and probably nail your hand onto the front door once she was done. With a sigh of defeat, Reece picked up his toothbrush, smeared some toothpaste on it, and brushed. He then stripped down, took a shower that lasted a little longer than he’d expected, and wrapped a towel around his waist before making it to his room. He looked outside his bedroom window and let out a sigh of relief. The bus wasn’t there yet, though it did look a little bit cold outside with the dark clouds and the light constant breeze ruffling the trees outside. Knowing he had little time left, Reece quickly pulled on a black shirt, slipped on a pair of dark jeans and slid into the black hoodie he’d worn yesterday. He hurled his bag over his shoulder, wearing it one strapped, and quickly grabbed both his phone and Mp3 before making it downstairs to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk, only to have chugged it down his throat as he heard a bus screeched to a stop outside the house. In a matter of seconds, Reece was out the door and striding towards the half full bus, until he suddenly slipped on ice. Fortunately for him he was close to the bus so he managed to stop himself from falling on his face by clutching onto the bus’ outer door handle. Some of the kids in the bus saw what had happened and chuckled. Some turned around and muttering to the person sited behind their seat, probably sharing Reece’s embarrassing show he’d just put on. The conductor opened the door for Reece who swiftly got in and marched to the furthest seat at the back, ignoring all the snickers and eyes that watched him go. Once he’d sat, Reece folded his arms and glared out the window. He would’ve sworn the ice wasn’t there when he’d looked out his bedroom window...

Hmm...

Maybe he overlooked it...

The engine roared and the bus was on the go. Reece sighed. Down the road, the bus went, stopping only to let in other folks who took the bus. Everyone seemed to be talking to each other at once. The fuller the bus became, the louder it got. The sound of laughter, yelps, shouts, hums and snorts, all crammed into one, filled the air in the bus and seeped through Reece’s skull like water on a sponge. Reece hated taking the bus. The noise was just too overwhelming. Maybe, just maybe he could convince Jane into getting him a car. Nothing expensive, though. There was no need to draw unwanted attention to himself—he was pretty good at that already. Something decent would do for him. Something not too old fashioned and nothing fancy, like a truck. Reece nodded to himself. Yes a truck. A truck would be nice. Then it was settled. Today after school, he would try to talk Jane into getting him a truck. Probably with a box of chocolate—with a bouquet, just for the heck of it.  

The bus stopped in front of two bronze gates with a large golden plate with the words Lion’s Den High School engraved on itin capital letters. The gates opened creaked open – automatically – revealing a long driveway that led to three buildings; two moderately large and one slightly smaller. The one in the middle—the Admin, Reece recalled—was slightly smaller than the other two larger ones. Its white walls reflected the grey morning sunlight, making it look radiant, lively, almost heaven like. Its plastic windows, which were held by their dark wooden frames, were tainted, revealed nothing but pairs of closed curtains. Some of the windows were open causing the curtains to ruffle inside against the cool morning breeze, like ghosts. The other two buildings were identical. They were both school blocks and large in size, and unlike the Admin block, their walls were made out of large, grey bricks, like a medieval dungeon, Reece often thought. The windows weren’t tainted, unlike the radiant Admin. Their tall walls were bleak and dull. Just like himself, Reece always thought, and the rest of his life...