The Book Of Lies [Editing]

Chapter 6 -- New Kid

Chapter 6 – New Kid

Note: Dedicated to Nicoke (heh. Coke. And because your phone’s spelling skills are amazing.) because she’s really cool and she decided to read my story on my phone :3 This is going to be a chapter I’m going to really enjoy writing (not that I didn’t enjoy writing the others) Although it might be a little short – trying to make chapters more longer! D: And I’ve given up on using American phone numbers since I live in the +852 ;)

 

Charlie’s P.O.V.

I stood there, mouth still hanging open, waiting for my body to respond.

She had refused my offer of forgetting all her troubles, even after I had gave her my most charming smile, and then she took off running in the snow, with my book.

With. My. Book.

Does she have some sort of death wish on me or something? I needed to get my book back, and even worse, her cooperation, as quick as possible. It wasn’t like I couldn’t do it sneakily, but the last time something like this happened they worked happily with me! Why is it that these new types of “teenage girls” have to be so complicated?

I face palmed myself, finally trying to work this out in my head.

I needed to be able to finish this mission, but I obviously couldn’t chase after her. She was long gone, due to my temporary state of shock.

I tried to think back to all the places I’ve been, all the books I’ve read. Although, it turns out the answer was next to me this whole time. Next to me, fallen in the snow was a book the same size as mine.

I opened it, finding it to look like a cross between a diary and a calendar. It must be one of those trendy calendar date books I’ve heard so much about. On the last page, written hurriedly on the back cover, was just what I had been looking for.

If found, please return to: Alora Price

Contact: +852  9443 7188

Address: Middleton Chase High School

It was all roughly scribble out, but I could make out what everything said. If she was going to take my book, I was going to…borrow, hers. I now have her phone number (although I don’t own a phone, I’ll need to get one maybe) her full name, and her address. Not exactly her address, but it’ll have to do.

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Alora’s P.O.V.

“So you’re telling me you met an angel last week. Is this another one of your stories, lies, or jokes?”

“Listen to me Ray! I’m being seriously serious right now. Look at my face!”

This is what my best friend Raina and I were talking about on the Monday morning of school. Sure I was one of the many classes I exceled in was creative writing, but that didn’t mean anything! I could be telling the truth sometimes too! Unlike a particular boy I know.

“Guys pipe down about your little fairytales. Everyone’s going to stare, and we have to head to the auditorium for an announcement today, remember?”

That was my other best friend Emmeline. She had her earphones plugged in as usual, trying to snap us back into reality. Emmie wasn’t a morning person.

Seeing that this conversation was getting us nowhere, I decided that it was better for me to keep my mouth shut about angel boy. Walking to the auditorium with my friends, it just occurred to me that I didn’t even know his name. Weird.

Emmie pushed the two doors to the auditorium open, a huge blast of warm air hitting us immediately. It was winter; therefore our schools had turned on the heaters already to keep us from freezing our toes of in the middle of Algebra or whatever. I took a seat in the bleachers next to my friends, watching as the huge crowd of high school students began to push and shove then do the same and sit down next to their friends. My eyes lazily wandered away from the stage the principle was walking up to. I wanted to sleep after all the traumatizing events that happened last week, which also happened to be the last week of winter holiday.

After some typical microphone squeaking was fixed by our “I.T. team”, the principle began to clear her throat. Our “I.T. Team” was just a group of 6 or 7 inexperienced computer nerds who wanted something better on their resume beside “gaming” or whatever it is.

“Welcome back from your long winter holiday! I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and now is excited for some wonderful education at Middleton Chase! Woo hoo!”

Did I forget to mention that our principle was an ex-cheerleader? Blonde, perky, and exaggerated; she’s the complete package.

She continued the same old speeches, talking about the “amazing clubs”, the “wonderful teachers”, the “hardworking students”, “exciting new classes”, and “new transfer students”.

Falling to sleep slowly, my mind suddenly became conscious again. New transfer students? Well, that was new surely.

Emmie and Ray were busy giggling and tap me on the shoulder. Annoyed, I spun to face them. “What? It’s just the typical auditorium speeches.”

“No Alora, look at him! Isn’t he a hottie?” Ray didn’t have high expectations. I wasn’t bothered.

“Alora look! He looks gorgeous. Almost like an angel!”

Oh ha ha. Was everyone playing a trick on me or what? Did everyone know that the angel boy was coming to our school? I refused to believe it, but when my eyes focused back on the stage, the principle was introducing the angel boy as our new transfer student, and we should all make him welcome. Looking around at the girls in the bleachers, there was no doubt he was going to be ‘welcomed’.

Gah look at him. His perfect smile curved just to show his white shining teeth and his golden white hair shining in the stage lights. Disgusting. His easy charm and his voice flowing deep and smooth as he introduced himself. Horrible. Why is it so hard to insult him?

“My name is Charlie Lyar. L-y-a-r. Glad to meet all of you.” He flashed a blinding smile, flipping his hair a little in the process. I wanted to really be blinded.