Destiny Avows

Chapter 5: Chelsea/Nica

Chapter 5: Chelsea/Nica

Horton’s POV

          I wait for a while—for my wicked mother. Ugh. Even if she’s in charge of this class, she wouldn’t treat me better than the others. But at some point, it is a good thing. Just not really good.

          I don’t care if I’d rant in my head like some mean, rebel son because no one can hear me and I can think and curse all I want. I’m lucky there’s no mind-reader here.

          Mom suddenly walks in with a pile of papers in her hands. She acting all formal and looking at us from the corner of her eyes, wearing a poker face. Psh. We must be having a quiz today. And if that’s the case, Karelisa needs to wake up. No, I don’t like her. It’s just a friendly classmate thing.

          Wearing a poker face (like my mother is and I gladly accept the fact that some things about us are the same), I put a hand on her shoulder, accidentally clipping her clavicle but then realizing that it’s fine because I’m pure and it’s okay.

          “Hey!” I silently call out to her in a whisper as I give her shoulder a light shake.

          Her head shifts to the other side, at me, and she yawns. “Five minutes.”

          Upon hearing that, I scowl uncontrolably and shake her in a mean way. She almost tottered off her chair but she’s lucky there’s an arm.

          “Hey!” I call out again, this time, not shaking her, just staring at her with my head cocked a bit to the side. She doesn’t look even a teensy bit fazed by that, rather, she seems like she doesn’t intend to wake up. Hmm. It’s her choice.

          Sitting on her designated chair, Mom arranged a few things on the table and said after, “Good Morning, class.” Wow, she didn’t even spare a second to stand in front to say that.

          Never the less, we greet back - standing - and she proceeds to what she went here for. “Did anyone finish their project?” I was blank for a while and I try to dig into my brain for anything connected to what she said. The first thing that came to me was that ‘My Green Clean Way’ thing. Well, it was the last project she gave us. And a first for me.

          As I listen to her prattle about saving energy and stuff, I caught her eyes zoom in on the little girl next to me. Oh, you’re in luck, Karelisa.

          “Ms. Justice,” She said it calmy which surprised me in a way. Maybe because I expected her to scream at Karelisa (that’s all she ever does—scolding).

          Yawning, Karelisa lets out an adorable, “Hmm?” And I can see just how much that answer torked Mom.

          “Ms. Justice,” She repeats, her nostrils are flaring and she has this ‘I’m angry but I can’t do anything. Crap.’ expression on her face. Haha, fight it, Mother.

          Instead of answering, Karelisa mumbles something incoherent under her breath which - I can clearly see - pisses my mom even more. None the less, she lets Karelisa off at that one and heaves a breath as she walks back to her table.

          Motion caught my attention and it led me to Karelisa, who was fast asleep, muttering about crazy, candy-addicted children that are chasing her—as she says in her sleep. I couldn’t help the snickers that escaped my lips and I immediately clamp a hand over my mouth to stiffle the sounds. I wouldn’t want Mom to confront me. And obviously, she’ll talk harsher to me since she is always telling me to be a good boy. Psh. Mother.