Things could have honestly gone a lot better today.
Basically, my problem was Calum and his friends. Like some cosmic joke, I encountered them again in pretty much all my classes for the rest of the day. The weirdest had been when I'd ended up having to sit next to that green haired Michael kid in history. Like in science he barely talked to me. Then when we both went to flip the page of the textbook we were sharing, we bumped hands. Pretty normal right, except for that his hand was so warm that it was scorching, and he seemed to jerk back like I had some kind of infectious disease. He'd glanced back up at me uncertainly as if waiting for my reaction before shaking his head and returning to the book.
After that he seemed to keep glancing over at me as if he expected me to do something to him. Why were Calum and him acting like this. Was there something wrong with me? Calum had seemed to suggest so this morning when he said, 'I know what you are.'
What was I? I couldn't understand what he'd meant. Was there something I didn't know?
It was super frustrating especially when it appeared that we shared a lot of classes together. and the set-up of the room's meant the last seats were generally near one another. It seemed unless I found someone else to sit with, we were going to be in a lot of the same classes.
The late afternoon sun beat down on me as I entered the forest. It was peaceful here, the tall pine trees surrounding me were lush and green. The only noises were birds chirping, and the crunch of the rocks and pebbles beneath my feet. The air smelt faintly of the trees, reminding me of where I used to go when we'd lived further down south that had been surrounded with trees like this.
I soon found myself in a small clearing that I'd discovered by accident a few days ago. It was large enough that you didn't feel enclosed but tiny enough that it felt secluded. This place was almost like being on your own personal island. Though I guess islands aren't really like forests, are they?
It was peaceful here. It was nice to escape from the world back in Rosetta Park that I desperately wanted to get away from. Well not quite escape, I was still in my school uniform and I'd brought my school bag with my homework out here with me. I'd figured that this might just be the most peaceful place to get through some of it.
I hesitated over the bag for a moment, was I best to make a start on the maths homework or start to read the book for English class? After the day I'd had, escaping to a fantasy world might be best, so I pulled out the book. We were supposed to be reading a book called 'The Hunger Games' I sighed, there was nothing wrong with the book itself. However, I'd had to read this book last year in English as well. It wouldn't hurt to read it again I suppose.
I began to read, the story slowly coming back to me as I scoured through the pages. I'd just gotten to part where the main character, Katniss had just volunteered for her sister, when a loud howling noise dragged me straight out of the book. I paused, my senses on high alert. I let the book rest precociously on my lap.
I found the source directly in front of me. Its piercing eyes were directed on me, it's face locked into a growl, exposing sharp pointed teeth. Its fur was a mix of greyish silver which faded into black around the mouth area. I realized with horror that I was face to face with a giant wolf. My chest tightened, the way it was positioned in a low crouch it looked as if it was ready to leap forward and pounce on me. I had no weapons, or anywhere to run and therefore no other option. So slowly I stepped up onto the rock I'd been sitting on. For now, the further distance away I was from its height wise, the better.
"Nice wolf." I say as I keep my eyes on it.
What should I do? Throw something at it? No way, that would probably only make it angrier. Perhaps if I stood here long enough it would give up. Yeah right, if I did that it was sure to attack me by then. I needed to find a way out.
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