Twisted Fate

Chapter Three: Reminiscence

🎵- Lofi mixtape ( non vocal )

This is a decently long chapter.

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" Oh, Anna dear, I thank you again for helping me carry this criminally heavy stack of books." Exclaims the posh teacher in a condescending tone.

" Oh, no. It's completely fine, Miss Lorraine. Rather, I was only performing my duties as the class rep, nothing more." I wonder at the authenticity of the smile I display.

As we stare at each other for a further minute, glancing at one another in an awkward silence wondering if more pleasantries are to be exchanged, the saving grace arrives.

*TRING* *TRING*

The echoes of the second round of warning bells rings in the distance and I internally exhale a little, saved from an awkward staring contest, by the bell. I shift my gaze from the upper section of the doorframe to the smiling teacher in front of me.

" I'd like to talk more but the warning bells warn me. Off you go now, dear. I'll see you in my next class." Still smiling she waves at me and I happily follow suit with the gesture. Bowing a little at all the teachers staring, I exit the teachers lounge by backing off to the exit door.

Off to the next class it is. History, was it? Ugh. "Why, why must it be history!" One of the few subjects which bore me to my very core. Maybe the subject itself could have been more interesting, had it not been for the teacher and his monotonous voice which effectively lulls half of the class to sleep. I mean, how do you make knowing about our ancestors boring? We read about their stories, truly remarkable stories. Each piece of history like a movie in on of itself.

My gentle strides through my train of thoughts were jerked to halt by an increasingly jumbled cacophony of sounds.

" Dude *Incoherent speech* shaking at the end? *Incoherent speech* the biggest loser in school, ain't he?"

" Hah, he wasn't just * Incoherent speech* did you see *Incoherent speech* mumbling something when we left? He's a mental case, dude. Don't you agree, Blaine? Blaine?"

" Hmm? Oh, yeah. H-he sure was. A sore loser, that fellow. But, maybe we went too far this time."

As our eyes met, Blaine skids to a stop, tugging at his friends to stop talking. Oh goodie, what trouble have these lunatics caused this time.

" Dude, let go! What the hell? You could have torn my new jacket. What are you pointing at? Oh, it's Anna."

Pointing a smirk over his shoulders, at his friend, the loudest of the lads strides towards me with one fist held high. For a fist bump I presume.

Narrowing my eyes into slits I reluctantly reciprocate his gesture. " What have you guys done this time?" huffing, I stand guard crossing my arms. The smug kid's face relay from smugness to confusion to what could only be described as delusional understanding as he flung his hands in front of him in a mock surrender posture as he strode forth.

*Pat* *Pat* " Woah, come on now, our little tiger Anna. We couldn't possibly do something that would cause you trouble. Now could we, Blaine?"

" Oopsie-daisy, up we go." With a blurring whoosh, the smug kid gets carried away by his two friends while Blaine approaches, scratching the back of his head, flushed in embarrassment. "Umm.....yeah, sorry about him. He's a bit too much sometimes. Anyway, I'll see you in class Anna."

"Ay, what the hell, dude!"

" That's what you'll be saying when Blaine twists your hand off of you later. And what the actual hell was that ' Little tiger'? You're breaking and setting new records in the cringe department." Shaking my head I stifle a laugh at the uncanny resemblance. The two stooges carry the third away as the silent giant trails behind still flushed behind the ears.