(Discontinued) Sparks

Chapter Fifteen

MILES WAS WALKING DOWN THE HALL, and it was almost time to convert to his next class.

No one saw... It's okay... Miles told himself as he glanced at his hand, which had some of Gwanda's hair sticking to his hand. He had to wash his hands after he had left the nurse's office, and some of it got off, and some didn't. The soap pump ended up getting stuck to his hand and he had bumped into a urinal and hurt his back. It still ached. 

Miles was looking around at some students. Some were chattering with their friends, and some were on their phones. Some were getting things from their lockers. Miles gulped as his lunch of pizza and fries churned in his stomach and he walked down the hall.

Okay, No one knows. No one knows. Miles said to himself as he continued to walk down the halls. He was starting to doubt himself when he saw students begin to notice his appearance. They began to stare at him with skeptical looks. He was starting to get nervous all over again, and he cursed to himself, knowing the truth.

EVERYONE KNOWS. He knew his crush on Gwanda was hopeless after she had not looked at him, flashing her pretty smile and saying that everything is okay, and she would love to be his girlfriend. He was pushing his fantasy way too far. It wasn't going to happen, whether he apologized for nice. 

He saw everyone in the halls staring at me with taunting eyes, and all He wanted to was to shrink down into a hole. He tried to deflect everyone's stare at him.

Everyone knows, They're talking about me, talking about everything. Miles thought out of anxiety.

He knows, she knows, wow.

She's super tall.

Why is he laughing at me?

What am I doing?

How do they stop?!

They're staring at me!!

What do I do?

Can they hear my thoughts?!

Oh no! They are in my thoughts!

So loud!

"Hey! I know you snuck out one night, Morales." an officer's voice snapped Miles out of my thoughts. Miles froze, not knowing what to do. He had thought he'd been careful that one time. He cursed himself for not looking for SRO's (Student Resource Officers).

Play dumb! He thought to cover up his lies.

"Who's Morales?" he said, and then he cringed.

Not that dumb!

Miles turned the other way and made a run for it, escaping the police officer.

"Hey!" he yells as Miles bursts into a fast pace, racing across the Visions bridge that crossed over to the other grades. Miles nearly slid as he kept running, and the officer used the advantage and was catching up to him. Miles was sliding and bumping into doors as students got out of my way as he ran. Miles bumped into a student and then, without thinking, he opened the door behind the student and let himself in, closing the door and taking a large breath in.

It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. They'll never find you- Miles thought until he saw a picture of the Police Officer, choke holding a blonde man and a brown-haired man. The man he was running from was on a nearby desk. Papers were scattered over the desk and an unfinished cup of coffee sat in the middle of a paper, still steaming. 

No... Miles thought, his anxiety rising. He was going to get caught for sure, and his father was not going to let this one go.

Miles heard footsteps, and he attempted to run, and then his hand suddenly stuck to the door, not allowing him to run away. He kept trying to pull his hand away from the door, but it just stuck. Was there glue on his hands?

Then, Miles's hand got free, but as a result, from the force, his shirt had flown over his head, causing his shirt's fabric to cling to his face, causing blindness. Miles flailed his arms around, trying to get his shirt back down but nothing was working.

Suddenly Miles heard pounding on the door. "Hey! Open up!" Miles could hear the officer's voice deep booming through the door. Miles kept bumping into several different things, falling occasionally and trying to get back up and get his shirt over his head. Then, Miles bumped into something that strangely began to play music

"Spider bells, Goblin smells, Robin laid an egg-" Some Christmas music was playing from a computer that Miles may have bumped into and he got confused and frustrated.

Why is this happening? Miles said as he was about to give up.

"Hey, he's got a nice voice." he heard the police officer outside the door say, joking. Miles rolled his eyes. Miles tried to go towards the door to unlock it, jiggling the doorknob and sticking his feet onto the door to get it open when he was feeling blood rush to his head. He was walking, but he was walking the wrong way?

I'M ON THE WALL?!  Miles screamed in his head and panicked.

Miles kept struggling to let go of the ceiling, but all he did was move around on it, still sticking to it. Miles tried to get my shirt off while his feet were sticking to the ceiling, and then Miles began to get frustrated. He moved his arms around blindly.

"Stop sticking- aAugh!" Miles screamed as he pulled plaster off the ceiling, sticking to his feet, and fell onto the floor, landing in a chair of some sort. Miles's shirt finally came off, he had to pull it over his head and he was now shirtless. Miles groaned, and the chair and swiveled from the desk to outside, knocking Miles out the window. His feet were in front of him and he instinctively stuck them to the wall. Miles heard as he heard cars honk. Miles told himself not to look below him, and he regretted the moment he did.

"Keep sticking, Miles!" Miles told himself as he hung over a sidewalk and some cars passed by. Miles tried walking along the wall unsteadily. He was scared and convinced he was going to fall to his untimely death. Miles noticed the officer would notice him sticking out there, so he began to walk, his feet still sticking to the building. Miles was a mess. He was wearing pants that didn't fit and he had no shirt on, just his tie hanging for dear life around his neck. Then, he became surrounded by a swarm of pigeons, and two of them stuck to both of his hands. Miles stumbled on the wall and walked backward as the pigeons led him towards windows, trying to fly away from him. Miles felt pain sting his cheeks when the pigeons pecked him on the face.

"Ow! Ow!" Miles said as he was then walking forward as the pigeons lead him unwillingly. Miles screamed and he felt his face pressed into a window that belonged to a full classroom. They were in a class session and then he found himself walking again as his face came off the window.

As the pigeons stuck to his hands, he had no control and was walking on the wall, shirtless and he was in so much trouble. He was confused about what was happening. He didn't want this to happen.

....

MEANWHILE, GWEN WAS WALKING down the hall, brushing the left side of her leftover hair behind her ear. The right side of Gwen's hair was shaved down to the roots of her hair, leaving just a few inches of it behind. She wasn't new to her new haircut, but, she didn't hate it.

She was walking outside to take a shortcut to her next class when she heard someone screaming. She felt her sense going off, the tingling sensation telling her to look up. Gwen did so and froze when she saw Miles, shirtless, a tie hanging around his neck, he was walking on the wall with pigeons stuck to his hands? 

Gwen blinked multiple times and looked again. Miles was still there, panicking and walking along the school's side. Gwen knew there was only one explanation for this. Did he have powers? Like her? 

Gwen dismissed her thoughts. Maybe she was seeing things.