Special

Quiestions with no answers

Chapter 3

The bell went five minutes later and I took my time getting my bag ready, putting my books into it. Everyone else had left.

"Ella?" I heard Mr. Stevenson say. I looked up. "Would you mind showing Darren around, making sure he gets to all of his classes?"

Darren was just walking out the door and froze when he heard his name. He turned and looked at me. His eyes were curious. I looked back at the teacher who was looking at me expectantly.

"Sure." I said. I passed him and looked behind my shoulder. "Well, are you coming?" I asked, and kept walking.

He quickly started following me and caught up to me after a few seconds.

"So, tour guide," he said, with a smirk on his face. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He was looking at me with that same look like in class. "I think so." I said. "Grandad said that our families used to be close." I avoided his gaze and looked towards where my locker was, since we were headed in that direction.

"Do you mind stopping? I need to go to my locker." I quickly walked over to it and fumbled with the lock, trying to open it. Eventually it opened up revealing the bare inside. I needed to decorate it.

The lockers at our school weren't exactly small. Some were, but they were usually given to the first years. The higher your year was, the bigger the lockers were going to be.

I threw my maths book inside and stuffed my jacket in on top. I turned around to see Darren was right behind me, smirking.

"She looks like a bitch." He said, looking over to Sarah. I was starting to warm up to him. "And her two minions look like they don't have a independent thought in their heads."

I looked up at him to see his gorgeous brown eyes staring down at me with curiosity. He smiled all of a sudden. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile. I returned it.

"So,the business class is this way." I said, Walking towards our next class. As soon as we got there, I saw that everyone else was there. I noticed my brother sitting with his friends near the window and all the events of maths came flooding back.

What had granddad got to do with any of this? What was in the forest behind our house? What did my brother want with Darren? Why didn't I freeze like everyone else. Why was my brother acting like the leader? All of these questions and more were going through my head in a blur. I couldn't concentrate on any of my classes, even though most of the day was a doss.

As soon as the bell rang for the last class, I shot out the door like a bullet. I climbed onto the bus and sank into one of the chairs at the back, thankful that the day was over. Camille climbed onto the bus and sat in the seat next to me.

I put my earphones into my ears, signalling I wasn't in the mood for talking but didn't put the music on.

Evan stumbled up the steps of the bus and made his way to the back with us. I looked away. Not wanting to blow my cover. I started humming so that the two of them would start talking and explain some things.

"Is she actually listening to music?" Evan asked. "Yeah." Camille said. "She's been acting weird all day." Evan sighed. "So, I'll see you later at the boarding school?" He asked her. "Yeah." It was her turn to sigh.

What was so special about the boarding school?! It was for students who wanted to come and learn about our history. But people used to say that they often her screaming and things like that there. It was on the other side of the forest behind our house. It was a big building that the towns oldest family owned.

Evan got up suddenly and made his way to the front of the bus. He said goodbye to his father and got off.

At our stop, I got up and put as fast as I can. "So I'll text you later?" She asked. I nodded, not trusting my mouth.

I walked away as fast as I could. There was one thing for sure I was going out to the forest tonight and I was going to find answers.