Angelic Darkness

Chapter 1: A Familiar Stranger

Chapter 1: A Familiar Stranger

It is already the fourth period of the day. I mentally fall to my knees to give thanks. So far, each teacher had only been talking for the 45 minutes or so that he or she had to introduce their classroom and rules. First period is Painting 3, a class I've already had last year, except this is a more advanced level of it. The teacher is so bold, so open. She can't care less what others think of her. As long as she gets her thoughts to our brains, it's all she really cares about. If it wasn't for her big mouth and rude remarks, she would've already been my favorite. She was also dressed in all guy clothes, something I feel content doing. It was only her shoulder-length hair, her voice, and full name that showed she maybe just possibly could be a lady.

Second period is English. A class I'd be good at...only if I enjoyed it. I have what it takes to be a good writer, but the class itself is the most boring thing I came across so far. Not to mention the weird jokes the teacher tried to crack...that only he laughed at.

After that was physics. Frankly my favorite so far. Even though I heard Physics was most likely going to be my toughest class this year, I feel a little better knowing I won't be struggling alone; I finally find someone I know from last year, basically my only actual friend here: Devin Blackburn. We sit fairly close to each other, but not by choice.

The teacher, Coach Drew, had assigned seats, a sign he was a serious teacher who didn't mess around in class. He says he won't make it last all year and that he just wants to get to know our names. It doesn't make me feel better, but I like the fact that he talks a lot. He spends the whole period introducing the class and isn't even halfway done when the bell rings. I am curious to see how this class will go throughout the year.

Devin walks me half way to my Theater 2 class and we exchange good-byes before I make my way to class. For some reason we don't hug each other, but I never really ask myself why; it just doesn't happen.

Due to how far the classes are from each other, I already know I am going to be late when I'm about halfway there - outside between the two buildings.

Looking for familiar faces and hoping I won't be in class with complete strangers, I find a face that looks somewhat familiar, but not from school. About ten yards away, standing in the parking lot behind an isolated Pine tree, the tall, curly-haired and tattooed youth stares right at me through his shades. I don't remember ever seeing him, but I still feel like I've seen him before. The echoing noise of the late bell catches me off guard, throwing me down onto the rugged floor to fall on my hand's palm, catching myself mid-way to getting hurt.

I am surprised to recall I haven't tied my shoe laces this morning and didn't trip until just now. I tie the laces as fast as my hands can handle, but unfortunately it isn't fast enough.

By the time I am done tying my laces, I loom up to find no trace whatsoever of the boy that looked somewhere in his early 20's. Not to mention the student-free halls that I now don't care much about.

I remember what Aunt Nat said in the morning...was she correct? Maybe I'm back to imagining things like I used to after each of my parents left; the only difference is I imagined demons and petrifying things, but this young man didn't look as scary. Even under his countless tattoos, dark shades, and weird piercings, he looked somewhat...not evil? I don't know what you'd call it, all I know is that I'm not imagining it. But Nat would never believe me, so I decide there's no point in telling her and maybe I should just keep it to myself like I keep everything else.

I get up off my feet and hope this day would go by faster. Even though my teacher knows that I know the location of his class, hopefully he'll excuse me from being late since it's still the first day back.

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Eighth and thankfully the last period of the day. Seventh period was not bad and the teacher wasn't so strict about the whole no-cell- phone policy, which was exactly what I wanted to hear after a long day of intolerant rules. Mr. Johnson, he asked us to call him, said as long as we are listening in class we can use our phones whenever he's not talking or when we're done with our work. And that was all I needed; however, similar rules were not applied in Spanish class.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket in eighth period and I wonder if it is Nat, but I can't check to see. I have to wait till after school to know what's up.

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I am the first one out the door when the bell rings, flying down the flight of stairs as I pull my phone out of my jeans. It was a text from Nat.

Nat: Sorry hun, Uncle Bob is in trouble, again. You'll need to ride the bus. It should drop you off at Princeton Street. You'll have to walk home from there.

My throat completely dries up at the name of the street, which fills my thoughts with what happened this morning. The car. Only now I really wish I am imagining things. I'm not very happy with the text, but I have no other choice. I make my way to one of the people in charge and ask for the bus number that stops at Princeton.

After getting the 4-digit number by a tall officer, my shaking legs take me to the bus and I gulp as I climb the steps.

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