The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 5

I arrived 5 minutes before school started. George was waiting for me at my locker. I could see he had a lot of questions, but he didnt ask them. Instead, he went on telling me of what was going on and what classes we are going to have.

"So, are your parents alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, they're fine," I answered. He didn't pry any further. We went to our classes, and I gave as little information about what had happened yesterday, occasionally changing the subject. I asked about Uncle Billy.

"Uncle Billy? Oh, he's the wood worker in town. He works on the pine borders. And he does some tree falling too, mostly tree falling," he explained as we walked to class. "How do you know Uncle Billy?" he asked.

I didn't want to explain to much.

"I was walking home. My dad and I had a huge fight. So, I walked to school and Uncle Billy gave me a ride," I explained with nonchalance.

"Oh," he responded. We stepped into art class, and I sat next to George. Ms. Fits, a woman who looked like she was in her late forties, she had long, red curly hair that was tied into a high bun and a head band with very colorful patterns. Her hair still looked messy. She looked like a modern hippy if I was honest. But she was very friendly and didn't talk like a hippy. She talked to us about impressionism. Her tone making it sound so fascinating. The day went by slowly making it feel like I was put in my own personal purgatory. After 7 long hours the day finally ended. Although I on the one hand wanted it to go on for a little longer. George had offered me a ride back home, but I declined. He walked me to the tree where my parents had told me to wait for them the previous day. There stood the green carry-on, like an executioner waiting for the next prisoner.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" He asked touching my arm lightly.

"Yeah, it isn't our first fight, and it won't be our last," I shrugged.

"Okay, but let me know how it goes," He gave me his trademark grin.

"I will," I promised, walking toward the car. My dad scowled at me through the rear-view mirror. I wanted to snap at him and ask, "What?". But I knew why he gave me that look. I disobeyed him, again. It didn't bother me. Not as much as it had done a year ago. We didn't talk on the drive back home. My parents and I were clearly on speaking-if-necessary terms. I went to my room and closed the door. My bag hit the floor and I flopped on the bed face first. How did my life get to this? Had I done something so wrong that I had a pile of bad karma? If that is what it is. It must have been falling for someone I knew I couldnt have, flipping off my parents and getting him killed.

The next few days went by. Instead of my parents talking to me they talked among themselves. They talked about work and things they experienced throughout the day. I had no intention of jumping in and telling them about my day. George and I texted whenever I wasn't with my parents. He had made jokes that took my mind off of things and helped me with my economics homework. Basically, just explaining what the gibberish in the textbook asked of me. I hated economics, not only because I hated the teacher who was a pretentious tool, but because my brain couldn't make any sense of politics or business plans. Art and math that is what my brain finds easy.

On Monday we were sitting in art class, the teacher explaining what our project subjects were, when I felt a soft tap on the back of my upper arm. I looked down and saw a piece of paper between Georges two fingers. I took it discreetly. I opened it, using my textbook as cover.

'Can we meet up after school?' he wrote in neat handwriting. I wasn't surprised. He was a vampire after all. 'Sure,' I wrote and passed back to him. My handwriting seemed like unintelligible scribbles in comparison to his. The day seemed to drag by slowly. Eventually, it came to an end, and I followed George to the woods behind the main building. We walked until the school was barely visible.