The Guardians

Chapter 2

School. I sometimes enjoy it but I sometimes hate it. I guess it depends on what you are learning about. Today, I was in my science classroom. My science teacher is so miserable, all she does is scream at us and say we aren't good enough. I don't see the point of her even teaching if she doesn't like us. Why do people do things they hate? Do they even have a choice? Well... I don't have a choice about school so I guess so. I realised that my science teacher was blabbering on about our next experiment. Something to do with burning copper with a Bunsen burner.

Mrs Evans put us all into groups. I was working with John and Elizabeth. Me and Elizabeth are best friends. We have been since Year 7. I don't really know John much. We got the Bunsen burners out and started with the experiment. The flame flickered. I thought about those orange, beautiful flames, moving gracefully and leaving a trail of ashes behind...

"Uh... Scarlet? Hello? Um..." Said Elizabeth.

"Oh gosh, sorry!" I exclaimed. I didn't realize she was talking to me about the experiment. John was getting copper - whatever that was for. Elizabeth laughed, "It's alright."

Elizabeth is taller than me. She has vibrant blue eyes and long, light brown wavy hair, which was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. She is also a very cheerful happy person, I wish I was like her sometimes.

After the experiment, the bell rang, we all jumped up in surprise and got up out of our seats. Mrs Evans shouted: "NO! The bell doesn't dismiss you! I do!"

When Mrs Evans finally let us leave, me and Elizabeth went to our lockers. Finally it was three o clock! I thought happily. We ran out of school, rushing to get our buses. I hate getting on the bus, but I couldn't walk because it was raining. The kids from other schools were always on this bus, they are bullies. I hate bullies.

I waited at the bus stop.

The bus arrived, with all the silly kids on it, they were all throwing paper at a little girl aged about 12. She was crying. I need to stop this, I was thinking.

"STOP!" I shouted at the kids who looked about the same age as me. "STOP IT!" I shouted, furiously. A tall boy stood up and said: "Well what are you going to do about it, hmm?" He reached out and grabbed me by the hair and pushed me down to the floor of the bus. The bus driver ignored it and didn't stop it. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. As I hit the floor, I see a tall, dark haired boy stand up and rush towards me. He pulled me backwards and punched the boy in the face. The bus stopped.The dark haired boy looked at me. He had unusual eyes. Like orange flames, however they did have a hint of gold in them. Feeling sick, I run off of the bus and walk, in the rain, home.