Let's Play

The disappearance

"No!" I say out loud as I drop the soap hard on the soap case.

"Is everything alright?" he asks from the other side of the door.

"Zealot! Out! Now!" I screech as my voice echoes the washroom. I don't hear any further noise after that I guess he disappeared somewhere god knows where.

Arlene wants me to break up with Zealot and I would be a fool to make that happen I will not let go of Zealot! "How could I be so selfish?" I say as the sentence keeps bugging my mind. You want to break a guy's heart to save yourself now? What about him? You knew all these threats were coming your way but you still chose to be with him so bear it now! I put on a tartan T-shirt hurriedly for the first time and wear a black tight that matches none of the combinations of the Green and Orange T-shirt although, my heels do.

"Zealot?" I say, unlocking the washroom door with discomfort. There is no sign of him, none at all. But his absence doesn't bother me much I am already overloaded with a lot more problems. The sticky note on the table bothers my vision. I bounce myself towards it as horrible thoughts play my mind again. "What if she plans to tell Principal Charles about the bunking incident?" Shit! Why does it always have to be me who loses?! What if Mr. Charles suspends me? I'm going to have to miss school again then!

"Wait!" I murmur pulling the note off the table. What if I show this note to Principal Charles? I would be off danger as well as sue her for complaining about me right?

"Zealot!!!" I yell dumping the strewed pens off the table into my bag and rushing downstairs in hope that he agrees to my idea. The living room is dimly lit as always and has no sign of life. Where could he have vanished in a flash of second? I wonder.

A beam of light stroke my feet highlighting my rough skin that are often veiled by boots as I lock the door behind me and run hard until I am bumped by a car that almost makes me fly.

"What are you doing Nancy?! Watch where you are going maybe? Get in!" It is Zealot. He has one of those "Open headed" Car that is shiny black in color. I give myself a U turn and hop onto the seat next to Zealot.

"Where have you been?"

"You told me to get out so, I got out"

I smile a little, his hair looks messy yet he appears fresh for the morning. "I've got a plan by the way" I say

"What is it?"

"Arlene might plan to tell on us about the bunking incident so I thought maybe I should show Principal Charles the note then it would help me be off danger and I can pay her back too what do you think?"

"Hmm" He shows no sign of encouragement in fact, he never bothered about my problem or if I am happy it's always just HIM. Everything is a joke to him except when it comes to his problems and HIS troubles. I feel myself boiling at the head but I say nothing as my words might upset him when I promised to keep him happy.

After we reach school, I jump myself off the car before it comes to a halt. I run breathlessly into the school pushing the glass door wide open I am 10 minutes late for my Biology class already! Misses Lia is hell of a strict woman I hear she is a disciplinary member too! One day you enter late in her class and she will make you suffer the consequences. I knock the door twice before her bullet face pops from a narrow gap of the door.

"Miss carter! What excuse do you have for me to let you in the class?!"

"I.... I...I couldn't wake myself up this morning I'm sorry" I say as I find my breath stuck between my nostrils.

"That isn't an excuse Miss Carter! I'm sorry but I can't let you in"

"Great" I murmur ingesting a whole bottle of water. I watch Zealot walk calmly towards the door "She didn't let me in" I say warning him not to get himself embarrassed by knocking the door too but he smiles at me saying "Hot babe" and slips himself into the classroom. So not fair! I think. She let Zealot into the classroom but she didn't let me in when I have all the intention of scoring good grades and he got none! What charms does Zealot have that makes everyone look at situations less justly or logically? I turn around and walk down the hallway feeling down when a familiar face grabs my attention.