FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 15

"So we're really skipping school for this," Alex said as they had left the school grounds, the weather had begun to turn dreary with storm clouds brewing overhead. "Honestly you don't seem the type to skip class."

Charla stopped as the wind blew. "Dose that really matter?" she asked before she continued walking. "You can still study and learn no matter where you are, it doesn't have to be inside the school. Some people call it skipping but since I would still study and learn just in a different environment, could you really call it that?"

Good point I guess. "So you did that back at your old school?"

"All the time, if it meant not having to deal with students that wanted to bother me I was more than fine with it, besides it didn't affect my grades in the slightest..."

"What's your grade average, if you don't mind me asking you that?"

"It was around 80's and 90's. What about you?"

Alex suddenly felt embarrassed. "Well you're grades are far better than mine I'll tell you that much." After a moment of silence she asked. "So where are we going exactly for this?"

"My uncle's house, no one is home right now, best place to go without worry of who might overhear us."

Hearing that made Alex wonder something. "So your uncle... he doesn't know?"

"He knows the minimum of it. My father had told him but at the time when it was happening my Uncle lost his wife to a hit-and-run did you hear about that?"

"Yeah, actually I don't think there isn't a soul in Sharlton who hadn't heard about it." Alex glanced to Charla, she didn't add anything more to it she just kept on walking.

The two of them walked the rest of the way to Charla's uncle's home in silence, since it was mid-afternoon there wasn't anyone around. Charla unlocked the door and entered before glancing to Alex. "Come on in." as Alex entered the home Charla quickly took off her shoes in the entry way and waited for Alex to do the same, when she had Charla said. "My room is at the end of the hall on the left, across from the bathroom, come on."

As Alex followed she couldn't help but note that there were few pictures around, but the place was pretty clean, strikingly so. Whoever cleaned the house did a damn impressive job.

Charla opened the door to her room and went in Alex did the same only to freeze in the doorway, looking at the room in surprise. Charla's bedroom looked actually rather normal.

There was a bed up against the far left corner, a rather good sized desk/bookshelf in the far right corner, in the middle of the room was a small coffee table and warn brown leather loveseat, a small TV resting atop of a large dresser and a small bookshelf next to the entrance of the room and that of the closet door that almost seemed hidden and what looked to be a record player on the bookshelf she didn't expect to see something like that here. But other than that record player there was nothing overly fancy about the room at all, it slightly surprised Alex.

Charla was part of the founding families of this town, and yet she seemed to live rather modestly. In fact the whole house seemed to give off that vibe.

But what's more, looking around this room gave Alex the strong impression that she really didn't know much of anything about Charla, in school when she talks to people she asks things about them, what they do, what they like, but she rarely to almost never talk about herself. But then on the other hand, Alex never really asked, it was odd that she had known Charla for what almost felt like two weeks and still didn't know all that much about her. Then again, two people could talk to each other about the most random of things and not once mention their names before moving on, and probably never meet again.