Remember Me

Chapter V

        Next is my advanced English class. It's going to be a long day.

        I sit down and unpack my things, ready to get this class over with. I don't like this English class very much in the first place, and now it's advanced. Hopefully it's not as bad as I remember, or as difficult. And I should definitely hope it's not boring.

        "Good morning class," my teacher says. I didn't bother looking at her name on the schedule, since I don't expect to be here long enough to need to know it. "Today we will be reviewing plot and subplot."

        Cue the slowing of the clock's hands.

        Notes, video. Notes, video. Read a short story, yay. More notes. Then Nicholas walks in, and things get interesting. Of course, he's still looking at me funny. The teacher asks where he'd been and he just says, "Helping clean up the science classroom." I swear by the smirk on his face that he had been the idiot with the rubber band.

        The teacher continues with her "fascinating" lesson. "I'm handing out worksheets to all of you to work on for the next twenty minutes. You may work with a partner, but there's no need to yell when they're sitting right next to you."

        I'm working on this on my own. I need time to think of a plan before Nicholas tells everyone in this school who I am. It's too late though, because he's already walking over here.

        "Hey," Nicholas says to me, sitting in the seat next to me.

        I look down at my desk. "Hey."

        There's a completely awkward silence, then he verifies my suspicions by saying, "I never got back to you on it." I facepalmed internally.

        "I ran away," I whispered.

        He laughs. "You don't say. I kind of noticed since you didn't come back to school or contact any of us for six months."

        By "us" I know he means him, Delia, Alex, and Derek. And maybe my family, too. He doesn't sound angry or scared of me though, so that's a start on gaining my friends' trust.

        "I couldn't," I say. "You'd ask where I was. Then you'd all find me. Then there's the fact that the majority of you were afraid of me or out to get me, so someone was bound to come and make sure I never left again."

        "Where did you go?" He asks.

        "It's a long story."

        "We have twenty minutes."

        "What about the worksheet?," I counter.

        "Screw the worksheet," he says, and I laugh.

        "Fine," I take a deep breath and tell him about SoulsClan, the underground place I live in, the people I met, and everything else up to the point where I walked into the school.

        He interrupts a few times to ask questions like, "What did you do in the clan?" or "How did you get here?" but otherwise listens intently. When I'm done, he puts on his thinking face that we used to always laugh at, but I know he's serious right now.

        "I could've helped you so that you would never have had to go," he says disappointedly.

        I shake my head. "I didn't belong here. It wouldn't have been long before someone diagnosed me with a mental condition."

        "I guess," he says. He looks at the clock and smirks at me. "Ha. We still have ten minutes to finish your worksheet."

        So we finish it.