The Striking Tale of Mandy LaCrosse

Chapter 3

As I enter the school I see the old blue lockers, the never ending hallways, and a big blob of blackness. Startled I flinch, jumping back, causing me into crash into the person behind me.

I hear an oof and look up seeing Dillian once again. There comes a point where the cute boy becomes an unwelcome stalker. What possible reason could he have for being at my house in the first place, I ponder not noticing that time passes as I am thinking.

He must have thought this was all very amusing, and I hear a hearty chuckle from behind me.

“Are you just going to stand in the middle of the hall, you do have class non” He taunts, an accent briefly breaking through.

Damn, he’s right. I have about ten minutes until Geography with Mrs. Dolman. Loss of eyesight, and stocker boy aside, I would rather not have to have a thirty minute detention. Especially when the only entertainment is the crochet network and music from the 30’s, I wonder how ancient the hag is.

“Yah, sorry I have to go...” I say as I run to my class.

I arrive two minutes before the bell, but of course all the choice seats are taken so I grumble towards the front seat. After I sit down, I notice in the confusion of the mourning I neglected to bring any supplies, and did not have time to reach my locker. I silently curse to myself and hope the first day of Geography does not require any supplies.

Of course with the theme of the day it does, in fact Mrs. Dolman believes as tenth graders syllabuses are simple formalities, and if there are any questions dealing with the class that needs an answer we are to look at the online one. I grumble hoping to whatever unseen force that exists it will just be a lecture.

This of course is not the case, and she hands out a work sheet on Asia Minor. As she hands them out grumbles erupt from the room, and it reminds me vaguely of a walrus colony. Well there is obviously something wrong with me I am comparing my peers to walrus colonines, I nag to myself.

Two more classes go by and it is finally time for lunch. Skipping breakfast and have close experiences with cute stocker boys makes you hungry.

As I walk to the lunch line I scan for Miyah, who is in theory supposed to share my lunch period.

“Miyah” I call. She quickly looks up and walks over to me, not alone. Apparently Dillian is finding anyway to invade my life including my friends. This has to stop now.

“Hey” he says nonchalantly, the accent I heard this mourning lost. I simply frown and take Miyah’s arm excusing us.

“What is wrong with you” she demanded, quizzical looking at me trying to understand my sudden outburst.

“He was at my house today saving Jonvian from the bush people,” Yes I believe there are bush people that live in topiaries of fancy people’s yards and there main goal is to eat cats and steal quarters, to pay for their cat knapping.

“Then he reminded me to go to class at school; now he is hanging out with you” I blurt not stopping to take breath. Through all of this Miyah’s expressions ranged from confusion to amusement, laughing at the end.

“This is not funny Miyah” I say annoyed.

“No this is not…” she replies smirking. “This is depressing, for one you still believe in bush people, cute for a four year old not so much for a high schooler” her voice steady. I open my mouth to respond, but she holds up her finger to silence me.

“From what I can tell he has not done one thing to hurt you or even offend you, and I came up to talk to him because he looked lost” she said sympathetically. When she says it like that it is hard for me not to feel bad.

“Fine” I concede, I feel the heat of my now intense blush.

“Come on lets apologize” she replies.

*So I am back once again, sorry I have been really busy latley. I also suferd from some writers block. Anyway I am back now and I hope you enjoy! Oh and I forgot I am dedicating this to Sparrow97 because she is a real inspiration for me! You should also read her stuff it is ten times betetr than mine!*