Rewind

Chapter 1 - A New Atmosphere

        Screaming. Pounding. The sound of the raindrops, falling from the roof. Being alone in a house, with no one out there looking in. No one was there, but i know i heard something. Something inside the house, looking towards me. He's looking deeply through my souls, with his familiar shadow. I know I have seen him somewhere. I can feel like, like i know him. 

        This place. I know this place. At least, I think I know. Well, I can't remember, but i know it's there in my memory. A very painful memory, i assume. That always makes me want to suffer all over again. That one memory that I just want to erase from my mind, just because it's too painful to remember. But, i have to remember again. It is the only way to connect to this place again and the past behind it.

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        "Suzy!" a sound came through my eardrums. It was a familiar voice, that i can't just avoid. "Huh? What?" i answered, slightly opening my eyes. "Wake up, you sleepyhead. You're going to be late for school! It's the first day!" She answered. "What? Mom? wait, what day is it today?" I asked. I didn't realize that i would be waking up. I was falling asleep very late yesterday, i guess. That last thing i remembered was, i was in a house. A creepy one like in the video games. Damn, i must had a very scary dream last night. That is what you get for watching Horror Movies before bed.

        "Really, Suzy? It's Monday, September 3rd 1990!!" my mom said. Wow, time flies fast. The last day i remember was September 1st, Saturday. I think i had a very good sleepover at my friend's place. 

        "Come on, can I just go to school tomorrow? I really don't feel well..."

        "Haha, funny. Now go take a shower! Do you want to make the best first impression to your friends?" said Mom. "I don't think so, I have friends already," I said. To be honest, having a fight in the morning wasn't my plan to start the day.

        After preparing my school things, i said goodbye to my mother. And the house. It's sad to be saying goodbye and going to a different school again. I have to introduce myself, making first impressions, making new friends, having new teachers, and having many dramas all over again. Sometimes, i just want to stop time so that i can relax for another week. Mom said i have to be positive. Be polite, nice, smart, outgoing, and all that crappy stuffs i have to rehearsed for school.

        By the way, my name is Suzy. Suzy Josephine. I am precisely 17 years old.

        I am a MYSTERY addict. You have no idea, how much detention I got for stealing my friend's belongings and using it for "research". My friends called me "School Sherlock" or "Sherlock's Doppelganger" and others. Yeah, i DID solve some "mysteries", but it ended up being the worst addiction a student could ever had. 

        I once convinced my friend that the school bodyguard was stealing her bag. Turns out, that bag I told my friend, was a gym bag and the owner is the bodyguard himself. He uses that bag to bring his belongings, and the patterns was the same as my friend's bag. It got worse from there. I ended up being moved from school because my mom couldn't take it seeing her own daughter being a "know-it-all" and a disgrace to the school. So, I moved. And today, i am going to rewind what I have done in my previous 3 high schools. Here in Hampton High School.

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        After walking for about 15 minutes, finally i'm standing in front of the school gate. The atmosphere here is so bizarre, it's different from my previous schools. It's more, fresh I think. The school bodyguard is standing right next to me, with his pale kind-ish face. He is a tall (almost) middle aged man, 30 years old, wearing a tight uncomfortable looking uniform, and a pair of thick black shoes.

        "Please come in quick, you are blocking the entry."

        "Oh, pardon me," I said, feeling a little embarrassed. I was just checking out the detail of the school's front garden. There are many plants, big and small. The plants are already been categorized and they planted it very neatly. The gardeners must have taken their jobs seriously. 

        While walking calmly in the school corridor, i see something that caught my eye. It is a necklace. A gold necklace with a green emerald locket. I guess it is real, because you can tell it's real gold from the appearance and the weight. Wow, it must have cost fortune. Who would've bring a gold necklace to school? Kids  these days....

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        So, I walk until I arrived to class. To be honest, didn’t think that the class would be so boring. The students are so quiet, they barely said one word when i entered the class. Turn out, there is a teacher in front of the class, standing right next to me.

        She is a middle-aged women, probably above 30. She has a black and white hair, a light skin, and apparently wearing a long silk dress and a purple watch on her right hand.

        She introduces me to the whole class, and told me to sit down near a boy that probably has a dark side of himself. He wears a snapback, and started looking at me with his dark personality and a selfish  expressioon.

         "Erm... Hi," I said, awkwardly smiling. "Yeah, Hi" he said.

         "What is your name?" I asked, hoping that I would get a full answer.

       "Mark." Again, a short answer. Well, probably he isn’t satisfied for making a new chairmate. I started to think that i am a detective or something, because i am the only one asking things and obviously he did not satisfied to answer. But then,...

        "Oh, are you Suzy? Suzy Josephine?" shocked. He finally asks something. But, didn’t Mrs. Bonnet (I knew it from the name tag on her dress) already introduced me? Well, probably he didn’t listen or can’t find a right topic to talk about.
        "Uhh, yes. Suzy Josephine. What’s your full name, Mark?" I said. He didn’t answer. His pale face is still facing down in silence.

        "Frederick. Mark Frederick." He answered gently. He smiled awkwardly.  Finally I can see his whole face. His expressions are.... quite sweet. If he ever learns about acting polite and kind, i’m sure he will have many friends. So, for not making another awkward situation, I smiled back. After that, we can finally start a normal conversation. It’s going smoothly for the next 5 minutes, until.........

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(Stay tune for the next chapter! -Zahra)

PS : Just downloaded WattPad yesterday, seems to be enjoying it! (a friend's recommendation)