The Wright Brothers

Chapter Two: How the hell did he know about Dolores's cats?

Chapter Two: How the hell did he know about Dolores's cats?

There was various situations in my life in which I had no idea of how I got there. My mother says it's because of my reckless nature. My father blames my inability to think before I act. I believe it was all just a side quest. A little plot twist to keep people entertained. Although, this wasn't the Truman Show.

This was real life and as I sat down outside the principles office on the first day of my senior year of high school; I realised I fucked up.

"Daisy Booth," I heard the secretary call out in a tired tone. She was probably expecting me to wind up here at some point, but I guess she didn't predict I would be here before first bell on the first day back. "What did you do this time?"

I sighed, leaning back into the chair outside Principal Skinner's office. "I swear to you, Dolores that this was not my fault."

The elderly woman at the front desk raised an eyebrow at me as she shook her head softly. "Child, it's always your fault. Trouble always seems to find you."

"Yeah, it finds me," I stressed the last two words as I tilted my head so I was staring at the crack on the ceiling that I was oh so familiar with. "How was your summer?"

"It was the same as the last one," she told me as she typed away on her computer. I always wondered what she was typing away at. "I adopted a new cat."

I hummed, "so, you have nine now?"

"You make me sound like a crazy cat lady," Dolores mumbled, but I could hear the smile in her voice. She knew that she was known as that around town. She didn't seem to mind it though. There was worse nicknames to be given.

I could hear the sound of Principal Skinner yelling in the office, but his words were muffled by the door. "Dolores, is the new guy in there?"

"You mean the youngest Wright?" I could hear the smile in her voice. "Yes, he is in there, but I wouldn't call him new, child. He's probably as familiar with that office as you are."

I shook my head, moving my head so I was looking at her again. "I'm not like him," I told her, not knowing if I was trying to convince her or myself that Chase Wright and I weren't the same.

He was trouble and a bully.

I just had a knack of finding trouble.

God, I really wished this was the Truman show.

The office door opened before Dolores could speak again. I watched as Chase Wright stepped out of the office cracking his bloodied fingers. I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked over to Dolores. "Are you blind?" I called out to him as he stood at her desk with his back to me.

"No, I'm just ignoring you," Chase called out in a bored tone. "Dolores, how have you been? How are the cats?"

How the hell did he know about Dolores's cats?

"You can't ignore me," I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest. "I was ignoring you first."

I'm childish and I'm so acutely aware of it that I couldn't even bring myself to be embarrassed about it. Anyway, it wasn't like I was in the wrong. Chase Wright had no reason to ignore me, I'd been in the right in every single way.

He was the one in the wrong and yet, he was acting as if he was above me.

"Dolores, can I see her file?" I heard Chase ask the smiling woman in front of him. She never smiled at me this much. Damn her and her favouritism. "You know, just to double check that she's not twelve."