CHAPTER 2
"She will not know yet if this encounter is a mere coincidence or a necessity. Which would be an encounter that will change destiny." -Unknown
"Oh—oh, God, oh shit, I'm sorry!"
Upon hearing those words, I wrenched my eyes open and tenderly rubbed the back of my head. "Ouch..."
A boy - not a particularly attractive one, at that; in fact, he was rather average - gawped at me with round, glaringly bright green eyes, framed underneath thick, ginger windswept bangs, streaked with dark brown. I couldn't help wondering - did he have brown highlights or did he dye his hair an unnatural shade of red? Or, even worse - was it natural?
I resisted making a snappy comment; better to stay unnoticed, better to stay under the radar. It was always better to stay invisible.
Without responding, I silently stood up, gathered my strewn books, and dusted off my jeans. With a slight gasp escaping my lips, I realized that in all the commotion, my hoodie had been thrown back, and I suddenly felt extremely exposed and vulnerable.
Pausing, I snapped my hood back over the scruffy mop of hair atop my head and dashed past him, barely brushing his shoulder.
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Shaun.
His name was Shaun.
As suspected, he wasn't Ms. Freud. No. He was anything but the cranky teacher whom everyone disliked with a passion.
I'd managed to draw some information about him after our encounter.
Name: Shaun Duncan.
Fun facts: We obviously shared the same homeroom - I'd just never noticed him because he had been placed in the back of the class, a place reserved only for geeks and delinquents. From what I had picked up (by kind-of-sort-of-maybe sneaking glances at him out of the corner of my eye for the entire ninety-minute period), Shaun didn't exactly seem like the geek or the delinquent type.
He was just...typical. Unimpressive in any way, except for his bright ginger hair.
Shaun Duncan was kind of like me.
Results: Inconclusive.
To be short, I actually, didn't give a flying feather about who the heck Shaun Duncan was or if he was a total geek or a total delinquent. All I had cared about then was making it to class on time - which, for the first time in my entire sixteen years of life (if you could consider my extremely uninteresting life a, well, a life) - I was tardy.
And since I'd never, ever been tardy before, I was totally unprepared for the freightload of harsh berating that had scalded my ears the moment I stepped underneath the doorway to Ms. Freud's.
Shaun Duncan had a trail of revenge coming his way - and I would start by finding out who he really was.
I guess.
I'm the sort of person to guess a lot, I guess.
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Oh God. Sorry for having this chapter be so short and boring; I'll have Chapter 3 up soon.
Things will get more interesting then. I guess.
-Kels.
