Lunchtime was pretty normal. Amy and I always sat in the quad. The square garden in the middle of the school filled with a few benches and trees. It was perfectly situated right next to the school canteen - for all of our food and drinks needs. It was also perfect, as most people would walk by at least once during lunch, so if we needed them or they needed us we'd be able to catch one another.
I held onto my tea from the vending machine, reveling in its warmth. It might be cold out, but Amy and I always sat outside, and luckily the school had invested in a partial roof over the quad, and even luckier was that it was on the side our usual spot was. It couldn't have worked out better, now at least we were dry when it rained.
Our bags sat at the end of the bench, like they always did, but I couldn't help but feel on edge, due to the cargo mine was carrying today. I watched as Amy ate her lunch. "Are you going to eat?" she asked, mouth filled with partially chewed sandwich. "Because you're looking a bit, you know..."
"A bit what?" I snapped.
"Never mind." She brushed me off, not finishing her sentence. "Oh great, it's Doug." She said, rolling her eyes. I looked behind us, and sure enough she was right. I was almost hoping she was joking.
Doug McDonald was the most annoying kid in our year, and possibly the school. He always had to disrupt lessons for no apparent reason other than 'He felt like it.' Not to mention he was a bully, not to us, but to the younger kids, but that didn't excuse his behavior. He was just aggravating, he'd try to wind you up and he took pleasure in it. I wasn't in the mood for Doug today.
"Hello ladies." His voice was deeper than most of the other guys in our year, and it made him sound old and creepy.
"Go away Doug." I said firmly. Amy just looked down at her hands, ignoring him completely.
"I only just got here!" he said as he jumped up onto the bench, sitting on the table in front of our bags, my eyes darted to my bag with it's flap open, then quickly back to my cup of decreasingly cooling tea. "The party was good on the weekend, you going to Hambell's on Friday?" he asked.
"Hambell isn't having a party on Friday." Amy answered confidently.
"Not what I heard, apparently his folks are out of town and leaving Friday afternoon so he's throwing another party because he 'wants to give the people what they want' or something like that."
"We haven't been asked, anyway we're definitely not going if you are." I said as if I was talking about something utterly disgusting. Doug's nose crinkled up in anger, but smoothed out again quickly. He smiled and spun around, he spotted my open bag and I could almost see the light bulb appear above his head, he gave me a smirk and I was about to go ape on him.
"Hey." I shouted "don't you dare go through my stuff you little perv!" before I even had a chance to snatch it out of his reach he had already commandeered my bag.
"Give it back to her you freak!" Amy chipped in. We were both standing now, ready to pounce on him, but he was quicker than us and ran off with my bag to a tree a few feet away. I marched over after him, Amy close behind me. I was seeing red, why was he so annoying?
"You have five seconds to hand me my bag or I swear I'll-"
"What's this?" he asked, holding up the sphere and shaking it.
"PUT IT BACK NOW!" I screamed, and Doug only laughed. The angrier I got, the more he was enjoying it.
"I'm going to go get Mrs. Sinclair" Amy whispered in my ear and I nodded, not looking away from Doug and the sphere he was holding.
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The Fall (On Hiatus until otherwise stated)
Science FictionWhen Serena Webster is out for her nightly jog she doesn't imagine she might almost be killed from a ball of fire falling from the sky. All she wants to do is make it through her last year in school, attend as many parties as she can with her best f...
