Beyond The Light

The New Guy. Ch 3

Chapter Three

  Attempting to eat a breakfast bar and run was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Trish and I ran the full ten blocks to school. No one even took a second glance at us. Apparently students running through the streets were common. We burst into the class room out of breath. As soon as the door slammed there where sixty eyes all trained on us.

“Ms. Sage, Ms. Kurtus. Thanks for joining us,” The teacher looked like he was only twenty years old Way too young to be teaching. “Please take your seats.”

“To all of you knew people, I’m Mr. Watts. I’ll be you teacher until you graduate from Basics.”

Trish moved to take the seat in the back and I followed.

Mr. Watts droned on and on about being a guardian and the responsibility’s we now held. I tried to focus on the lesson he was teaching but my mind kept wondering to the strange boy in my dream and to Asher. I wondered if he was ok. What if the things I saw came true? No. I wouldn’t let that happen. I would do everything in my power to make sure it didn’t. The sound of the shrill bell was like a bucket of ice water being dumped onto me. I scooped up my books and pushed myself out of my desk. I checked my schedule for what I had next.

MATH! They still taught that shit! I didn’t even get a break from that in heaven. Trish headed off to Algebra 2 and I entered Trig. The minute I sat down my head was infiltrated by numbers. Math was never my strong point. By the time I was finished with math I had the biggest migraine ever. One more class and them I’m done. The thought wasn’t very comforting, our classes where 145 minutes long. All Guardians are required to learn at least five languages. I headed down the hall to class B796. I absolutely hated French. Maybe it’s because I’m not good at French.

      Class flew by and Trish met me right outside my class. “Hurry up Destiny! There’s a meeting that all of us have to attend.” Just like this morning we ran through the streets. Trish kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the couch.

“Destiny make some food!” she whined

Well that stumped me. I’ve never been good with cooking. I shuffled around the kitchen. I pulled open the cabinet. I found a box of pasta and meat sauce. Well I can’t mess this up too bad. I filled a pot with water and turned the stove on. I wonder what so important about this meeting.  I shoved the raw pasta into the boiling water and put the pasta sauce into a pot to heat it up. When the pasta was done I drained it in the sink. I dished up some pasta on to a plate and put a glop of sauce on it.

“Trish! Pasta's ready!!”

“Coming!”  Trish ran into the kitchen. Her hair was in a perfectly done bun. She put on a white mid-thigh length skirt and a pink ruffle shirt.

“Go put on something presentable on!” Trish commanded with her mouth full of pasta. I went to the closet and put on a black thigh length skirt and a grey off the shoulder top.  When I came back to the kitchen Trish was on seconds. I sat down to resume eating. We still had ten minutes until we had to leave. I threw the left overs into a container and put it in the fridge. Trish sat on the floor like a five year old and pulled on her strappy pink heels. I slipped on my flats, grabbed my key, and head out the door. To my surprise we actually got to walk to the large benefit hall instead of run. The tall, circular, white marble building was full of people.

"Trish!" Someone shouted across the hall.

"Bran!" She shouted back. The boy enveloped her in an enormous hug. When he let her go she reached up and ruffled his brown hair.

"Why didn't you come find me earlier? I missed you!" She slapped the back of his head.

He looked over her head and raked his eyes up and down my body.