The Moon Child

Chapter 19

hey guys .... i know its been a long time...A lot has happened in my life...after waiting for more than a year, me &  boyfriend  tied the knot with all d blessings from our families... now we r 6 months into marriage n still madly in lov...im into 2 yr of my surgical recidency.

And that's my excuse for being away from writing.. n frankly I'm a lil rusty...i hope i don't bore u to death.

Po's PoV:

" Lineage... L-I-N-E-A-G-E.....Lineage..." Mr. Hartley my history teacher says while writing the same in big bold  letters. Though I managed to get his disapproving glare on being late to class, some how I was spared from detention in view of being the new student. 

I don't like my current seating arrangement. Between sitting right under the teacher's nose and next to the clingy peroxide blonde- Ivy, I chose Ivy. May be I'm sleep deprived or just plain stupid, cause i really regret my choice. Her perfume is like acid vapours to my nostrils. And she leans on to me which is like, totally invading my private space. I miss my zone of solitude. I guess my disappointment and total lack of interest in the class was pretty obvious on my face, cause suddenly I'm brought back to reality by a piece of chalk landing on my head.    

" Mister OLIVERS", he says sharply and slowly walks towards me. " Stand up... when I'm talking to you boy." I quickly get on my feet and clear my throat. "Do you think what I'm teaching is unimportant, Mr Olivers?" he asks me, for which I just shake my head. "Speak up boy", he yells.
"No sir." I say as sincere as possible. But just then my body decides to betray me and  I let out a yawn. And
right in front of my eyes I see Mr Hartley turn a rather unusual shade of red. "You are in biiiiiiiiiiig trouble" I hear Shiera singing in my mind. Stupid wolf, I feel like smacking her snout. Which ironically would be my own nose.
Mr. Hartley, who is presently looking at me with something equal to a blood lust, yells "OLIVERS... GET.... OUT.... OF.... MY.... CLASS.... NOW!!" And with no further delay, I grab my stuff and leave.

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       Do I turn to the right or to the left?  Either ways I think I'm lost. I angrily kick a pebble on the path. " You know that theres no point in taking out your anger on that pebble.",  Shiera  mumbles  in my head. " Oh shut up will you. I will figure a way out. Trust me, we are not lost.... yet."  
      Though I hate to admit it, I'm quite positive that I'm lost in the maze. Who in their right mind would build a maze in a school campus anyway? I look at my watch. Been almost an hour since I got thrown out of class. And since I'm lost in this maze, I guess I'm not making it to the next class as well. So that gives me another hour to figure a way out. With my newly found enthusiasm, I turn to the left.

        It's been fifteen minutes and I haven't hit a dead end yet. That's a good sign, I hope. Suddenly I hear a sickening scream. I stop on my tracks shocked. Can it be the wind messing with me? And just when I was about to ignore it, I hear another one and this time I'm sure it's not the wind. I urge Shiera to merge her senses with mine. Now,  I can not only hear the distinctive whimpering but also smell fresh blood. Good Goddesses!! Someone is hurt. I have to help. With my heightened senses, I have a better understanding of my surroundings. And suddenly the unsolvable maze looks like child's play.  

      As I'm getting closer, I can hear multiple voices throwing insults and mocking who ever it is they are bullying. Anger surges through me and I run faster. Soon enough I reach the end of the maze and right there, below the statue of the founding fathers holding up the agreement of peace, I find someone curled up in pain while the tormentors continue kicking and mocking. Not pausing to ponder at the irony of this situation, I yell out, " Hey you imbeciles!! What do you think you are doing?"