The Family Of The Haunted

Chapter 51, The New Kid

Amy enters the new school with a nervous expression. She makes her way to the principal's office with a shy smile appearing on her face. " Um, I am here to get my schedule." She softly spoke as the principal eyed her for a moment then looked through the cabinet file, "Your full name?" She questioned as Amy quickly looked at her and stuttered out her name which she mentally embarrassed herself for stuttering on the first day of her new school. The principal gave another student a paper then handed her schedule for her classes while the student showed her around the school. " This is the lab classes area. " She showed me the hallway as she looked down the hallway and nodded before the brown-haired woman gazed at her, " Also named Polly. She introduced herself. Amy looked at her and extended her hand out to her, " Amy." Polly smiled and shook her hand then walked over to the art area of the school, " And this is my happy place. " She tells her.

Amy looked over her shoulder to see her, " Why? If you don't mind me asking." She thought about it and hummed with delight. " It helps me to bring the happiest and calm out of me. I don't normally show my emotions to other people, or have a hard time telling people how I felt about a situation. " Polly explained as she looked at her. " Does it feel like therapy to you in a way..?" She asked as Polly rubbed her chin into more thinking about this as they arrived at the cafeteria. " In a way? Yes, it helps me a lot with the things that I've been through. " She responded. " What about you? What makes you happy?" She asked her as Amy shrugged her shoulders and went missing with a ring on her finger. " Well, I do love baking in my free time. Cause Mom and I always baked together when I was young." She was sorrowful at the memory as Polly took notice of this. " Did she die?" She shook her head, no. " She had to go to jail.."

Polly was shocked by hearing this, but didn't question it. " Oh, that's rough." She said looking at her with sorry. " I've gotten used to it, besides I had my Dad take care of me. " She told her as she looked forward to her. " Do you at least talk to her?" Amy gave her a small nod when footsteps could be heard approaching them which got Polly'd attention." Mark? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in computer class?" She questioned him as he rolled his eyes at her. " Don't ask me those questions, cause I needed a smoke." Mark takes in her as Polly across her arms over chest. " Fair, but we do have a new student." his eyes go to Amy. " Amy, this my brother Mark and Mark this is Amy." She introduced them.

" Nice to meet you." She nodded towards him while he smiled. " Do you always smoke?" Mark stared at her and cracked a little more smiled. " Do you always ask about something that isn't your business?" He asked back. Amy stared at him and nodded slightly, " Maybe I do. But it doesn't mean that you have to be an asshole about it." She returned back as he laughed softly. "You don't have that side of me, yet princess. "He winked as Polly looked between them then he walked away. " He can be a jerk sometimes, but he is really sweet...deep down." She explained. " I don't judge people by their personality, instead of how they treat others. '' Polly hummed in agreement.

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An hour later, Amy took her spot in art class as she picked a seat in the back of the class. When Mark showed up and noticed her first, " You're late, Haunted.'' The teacher spat as Mark shrugged his shoulders and walked to his sign seat as he puts on his headphones." Well, today's class. We are gonna do a assignment but I am picking your partners for this art project with one of yours classmates." She announced to the class.They were some students groaning and whining about the teacher picking their partner instead of themselves doing it. " I've made a list of people, so you can whine all you want. " She looked at her students before she grabbed the paper from the desk then started to list partners when she reached the bottom of the list. " Mark and Amy. " She called as she took a breath mid-sentence. " You all can talk about your guy's art projects and how to do it. Make sure that you write ideas down too." She made it known to them.

Amy approached Mark as he let her sit down next her, " So you have any ideas?" He opened his eyes at her and shrugged his shoulders then pushed the empty paper to her. " You can write the ideas down." She glanced at him. " You're not gonna try to help?" She raised a question as he sighed deeply. " Princess, I've been at this school almost 4 years by now-so I am ready to leave this hell of a place. " He stated. She looked forward, " Well, sleepy. You can't let this bring you down." He sat up and rested his head on his arm while turning his head to the side. " Says the one who acts like a princess, or a lost puppy in a new school. " he pointed out as she narrowed her eyes at him. " And says the one who wants to get out of here, just be a aloner for his life." he grinned and shook his head.

" Maybe I want to be alone for the rest of my life."

" Why?"

Mark gives the once-over at her, " Why do you care? We only just met today, so why do you care about someone wanting to be alone." She furrowed her eyebrows. " Maybe I am trying to care about you, cause I don't want anyone else to care or even worry about me." He stood up as she went after him while he left the classroom while the teacher was yelling at him. " Why? Are you running away from letting someone care about you?" he gazed at her then groaned. " Cause I get betrayed and heartbroken by the people who I've trusted, also why the fuck I am telling you this. " He blurted out. He stopped on the stairs and looked up at her, " Just leave me alone." She watched him walk down the stairs.

Amy slowly walked back to the class, yet she took her time of returning back to her spot. ' Why do I feel my heart yearn for him? I just met the guy today...and now that sounds crazy. ' She thought.

Mark POV

Why am I feeling like this? I haven't felt this way in years since Malia broke my heart then feeling my heart beating like a mad man running up a hill. I blew out the smoke and relaxed a little bit when I opened my eyes to see Nyx leaning against the wall at the entrance of the gym doors. " What are you looking at?" She asked as I looked away when she chuckled. " You must be Molly's brother?" I nodded when she walked over to me. " Nyx, yours?'' She tilted her head to the side. " Mark. So why are you here?" She took the lollipop out of her mouth with a 'pop' and smirked, " I could have asked you the same thing." She argued back. " Fair, Aren't you supposed to be in gym class?" She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. " And aren't you supposed to be in Art? Guess we both are skipping class again." I stared at her then put my hands into the pockets of my jacket. " You think this means something?" She looked up at me. " I think so, but do you?"

" I don't believe in fate, Nyx. " I stated as she nod slightly and kicked the ground while whistle sofrly, " still afaird of love?" I side-eyed at her and stomped on the cigarettes with a small exhaled. " Yes, but I've told you that I wasn't ready for us."

" Why not? Cause one girl broke your heart and suddenly turned all emo?"

" Cause I trusted her. "

" Omg, stop fucking lying about her! You know the truth about that slut!"

" Shut up...Nyx" I warned her as she coly smirked and looked forward at me. " Why should I? " She steps closer to me. " Because I really don't need this lecture from you and being a flirt." I turned away and started to walked away which I heard her huffed. " Why are you always defending her?" I stopped and looked over my shoulder. " She was my first love more then anything and there for me when Mom dead. Not you, so stop trying acting like a victam. " She glared at me. " Me? Playing a victam? " She chuckled deeply, " You don't know anything about me."

" The same thing about you."

" I hate you, Haunted!"

" Get in line, Sweetheart!" I shut the door behind me and walked past Molly.