Chapter Seven. (Elizabeth's)
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Our last conversation did not scared him, thus, it only made him more curious about something he should not care of. He's definitely annoying, I must say.
I would give him death glares, death notes and even death threats. But nope, kidding here, I just spare him unending glares every time I catch him looking at my direction. Too hard not to notice, he looks at me as if he's boring deep holes inside. Ughhh.
"Hey," for once, I'm thankful that it is Millie who called me.
"Hey, Millie," I said as I fetch my books from my desk.
"I notice something," she started and I already knew where this conversation would lead us.
"Yep, I know, you always notice something," she laughed at my response.
"And likewise, I knew what you feel towards him," she gave me a meaningful look, and I just glared at her.
"He's annoying, like I wanna strangle him and hang him in a tree," I started to walk and so does she.
"And quite persistent," she said.
"Sugarcoating words eh?" and I looked at her.
"Can't you see? He's the first boy you ever talked to, threatened actually. And I'm a bit impressed, because you never really talked to any human in such way as you do to him. He has some... effect," she said and gave me a "I'm-so-right look".
"Because he is the first EVER human boy who meddled with my lucky life, and you know me, I don't talk to anyone on anything," and stopped walking.
"Okay, okay, I get it. I get your point," she added with a firm nod.
I started to change our topic by asking her, "Do you have a book that is called, "A Walk to Remember" by someone with Sparky surname?"
"I have both book and movie, why?" she said with a questioning look.
"Mind if I borrow both?" she narrowed her eyes at me and said, "No worries, but, I thought you hate those kind of things? When we were in 4th grade, you toss all storybooks in a trash bin, and burned them, why the sudden curiosity?" she asked me.
"Trying something new," is all I told her.
"Okay, so, grab lunch with me?" she smiled widely. But just like the old times, I said, "No, thanks. Next time, Millie," and smiled apologetically.
"Ugh! Liz!" but before she started throwing tantrums at me, I immediately walked faster and told her, "See yah later!"
I heard her muffled complains before I disappeared in the crowd.
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I breathe in the air in the abandoned school backyard or garden, a perfect abditory of the lone misfit. Me.
"You're different, a good different."
"You're a good different, I know, I feel it."
What a stupid thing to say.
He doesn't know anything about me. What I'm capable of. What I can do. He doesn't know anything about my freaky telekinetic ability. He just thought I'm different, and yes, I'm different. But I'll never be a good different as he was saying, I'm a bad different, really bad.
I closed my eyes and feel the warm embrace of the air as it softly touched my cheek. The air really gives a soothing feeling, you can't see it, but, you can feel it.
I'm not scared to be a burner, I'll never will, but I'm frightened to think that I'll never feel anything. I will feel nothing. Like every emotion I have, will burn too. All in gray ashes, still, I'm happy I can keep my memories. I can remember this feeling, I can remember the air, the cool dewdrops in the grass, this tree, this place.
The truth is a painful thing. It can be painfully overwhelming, and painfully disappointing.
I'm in the middle of the sentence.
But soon, I'll be in the other side.
But right now, I have to face another class, so I stood up and once more, feel the air and walked away.
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