Almost Human (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 18

    Vampires.
I was never into the Twilight movies and I didn't believe in fairytales. To me, it just never made sense. I just couldn't wrap my mind around pale people sucking blood to survive. Didn't they have blood in them? Couldn't they just go to MacDonalds and ask for a burger? Like regular people?
I guess I was just too realistic growing up, and that's made the word 'vampire' the equivalent of golden bird crap.

And when Bernard told me that he thought Olivia was a vampire, I was completely taken aback.

Last thing on my mind. Believe it or not, I was expecting science experiment failure, with Olivia being the test subject. Not because it was simple enough to wrap your head around, but because it was logical. Because it made sense.

I stared at Bernard like his nose had fallen off. In this case, his brain had fallen out.

"Vampires? Honestly?" What exactly where his oh-so-omniscient 'observations'?

"Yeah. Hey, can we talk about this after class? I'm already late for anatomy." He tells me and wobbles away.
Leaving me to my own thoughts. If Bernard was Liam's friend, why wasn't he one of those mega minds? Blaming weird shit on weirder, nonexistent shit, isn't something a smart person would do.

I'll find Brianna and see why her she says anything about the supernatural. Ha.
Vampires my ass.

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     "Yep, she wants to see her right now." Mr. Warbley is having the hardest time processing my words. He repeats everything I say, just much slower. Is there something wrong with his thinking?

"Mrs. Jackson is standing behind that door waiting for her daughter? I-I don't understand." You dipshit. He literally just echoed my words. Honestly, he must've murdered our real teacher and replaced him because this guy isn't qualified for anything but playback.

"Can Brianna just leave?" Brianna was staring intently at me, like she wanted to leave as well.

"I think I should speak with her mother. Before she leaves." Fuck. This plan might not be as foolproof as I thought it was. It's heading straight downhill, if you ask me. What the hell am I gonna do now?

He moved away from his desk and started towards the door, very slowly. I quickly sidestepped to block his path, gaining a few sniggers from the class.

"Um, no! You should stay right here. I'll, uh, I'll..." My lying skills had completely deserted me. I had no freaking idea what to say. Perfect, just perfect.

"Boy, would you mind stepping aside?" He politely asked, a hint of rising annoyance in his voice.

"No. I won't. Not that I won't but I can't." That earned some dumb 'oohs' from the back of the class.

"Edward Brown, I'm not taking this nonsense from you!" Edward Brown? Okay, now I'm sure he had a severe case of dementia. It was the best and most suitable explanation. And it made sense.
But the dementia didn't stop him from shoving me out of his way and stomping towards the door.

"Wait!" Brianna placed her hand over Mr. Warbley's as he grabbed the doorknob. I felt like she was only going to watch as he walked into an empty hallway, but it seems things took a turn for the better.

"You're wasting time. This class has a lot to learn." Oh no. She was doing that freaky hypnosis thing again. This was the second time Mr. Warbley was being...hypnotized. I bet everyone's gonna be doing it too, snapping fingers and putting teachers to sleep just for a decaf at Starbucks.