Falling In Love With Death

2: This Was Some Next Level Harry Potter Shit

Amaryllis Roman

I was going a little crazy the following few days. We were required to bring our copy of Caesar to school, everday.

So naturally, I kept stalling saying I forgot it, or misplaced it. I even asked for another copy but to my dismay, there were no more, I had received the last one. Finally after 4 days of stalling Mr. Mental threatened to call my mom.

Let's just say I shoved the book in my bag faster than you could say 'shit'. It was Friday afternoon and I was dying for the weekend to start already. I was currently sitting in class with Nike as we finished up our English assignment.

"Okay class, it's the last 20 minutes, you know what to do. We left off around Act 2 Scene 3, take out your books, James you can start us off." Mr Mental said pointing to the football jock sitting adjacent to me.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my copy of Julius Caesar throwing it on the desk as fast as I could. I didn't have the courage to look at it since the incident on Monday. I was never really a believer in ghosts and such but that completely changed the minute Mr. Mental handed me my book.

With great reluctance I opened my book and turned to the proper page. I let out a disgruntled breath as I saw...that it was normal. No notes, no smiley faces just boring old Shakespeare. Still a little skeptical I turned to the rest of the pages to see they were all there as well....odd.
I shook it off just as James began to read the first line.

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20 minutes later the bell rang and I walked out of the classroom happier than ever. The book was normal, and I got through an entire scene without any incidents. Maybe I was just imagining what happened on Monday? Maybe I was high? Just kidding, I've never touched drugs.

"Wanna come over for a bit?" Nike asked as we walked to our lockers. I shook my head.

"I want to, but I have a physics test tommorow and I'm going to review a little more." I said. Nike laughed.

"Your such a nerd Lis." I smiled.

"Not as big as you, you dork." I joked as I pushed her shoulder. We laughed as we went our separate ways and I headed to my car, slamming my locker shut.

I approached my little red Beamer and slid in, locking the doors. I tossed my bag in the passenger seat and drove out of the parking lot. I lived almost 45 minutes away, but by car it was only 15. As the light turned red I slammed onto my brakes and turned the radio on.

'Love yourself' by Justin Bieber started playing and I bobbed my head to the beat. The signal changed and I pushed forward singing along to the lyrics. I wasn't crazy for him but his recent music was really nice.

As I pulled up to my freshly painted house I smiled noticing my mom sitting on the front lawn. She was in a plastic chair reading a book about feminism no doubt. She was crazy about that kind of thing, but who could blame her? Equal rights for both genders is a pretty liberating topic. I was happy to say that My mom and I were feminists.

I hopped out of my car and locked it behind me.

"Hey mom." I said walking to the front door, pulling out my keys.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" She asked looking up from her book.

"Oh you know, savages, neanderthals, thugs. Just the usual school day." I said unlocking the door.