Markus High

Chapter Eleven

Zyta's POV:

The next day the Caesar's forced me to go to school again. It still bothered me that Markus had snapped at me, though I didn't say anything about it.

I'd gotten lost, which was extremely pathetic. Stupid A and B days. I was already ten minutes late to my first period class, though I wasn't too worried about it. I walked down the hall, trying to find my class. 

I eventually found the class on my schedule and pulled the door open quietly. I noticed a girl sitting by Annalee, who really should have helped me get to class on time, that looked quite similar to me. Her hair was black like mine, and almost as long, and her eyes were almost the same startling green. I felt my face flush as everyone turned to look at me and couldn't help but with to be invisible.

"Zyta? Where'd you go?" I heard Annalee gasp.

"I think she turned invisible," the black haired girl muttered quietly.

I panicked for a moment, not exactly knowing how to become visible again, then attempted to become visible, thinking about it the same way I thought about picking objects up with my telekinesis. It evidently worked because other students in the class gasped again. 

"Sorry for being late," I told the teacher curtly, sitting at one of the few available desks left. The teacher nodded slightly and continued with the lesson. I could still feel several gazes on me throughout the class, which I despised.

The bell seemed to ring faster than normal, not that I was complaining. I'd much rather not be in class anyway. 

It only took me a few minutes to realize I, yet again, had no clue where to go. I found my way to the locker room, hoping to run into someone I knew, or someone who'd show me where my class was, but instead I found the person who I wanted to see least of all. 

I opened my locker, hoping he wouldn't notice me, and started putting some of my things inside to make me being at my locker more believable. I was about to close the locker door when someone stopped it. I snapped around, coming face-to-face with my new arch-nemesis, who was blocking off my exit. I had to resist kicking him where he wouldn't enjoy and walking away.

"Leave me alone," I hissed at him.

"You can't tell me what to do," the snapped back.

I hesitated. "Please. Please leave me alone," I pleaded, not fully meaning it. I didn't like being reduced to begging but it was worth a shot, right?

"If you want to be left alone so badly then you should go somewhere where no one will notice you," he grinned, and I saw him glance over my shoulder at my large, open, locker. Before I could do anything he had shoved me inside it, though I was kinda surprised I actually fit inside. I guess I was smaller than I'd thought. The door slammed shut, locking me inside. The only light inside the locker was from the three slits at the top. 

"Let me out!" I shouted at him, but only heard fading footsteps and the sound of his laughter in return. I pounded on the door but knew it was pointless.  I stopped. No one would hear it anyway, they were all busy in class.

I attempted to unlock the locker with my telekinesis but failed since I couldn't see what number it was on. I mentally smacked myself. Great, I'd managed to get myself stuck in my own freaking locker!

I went back to my pointless pounding on the locker. The only good that it was doing was letting me vent my frustration.

I heard faint footsteps through my pounding on my locker. "Is someone trapped in there, or am I going to have to call Ghost Busters?" a feminine voice called.