The Selected

Chapter one - A new friend

Point of View: - Brent

Once again I felt so screwed. There was no way I could get attention in that class. I worked until three am last night trying to understand the theory behind it. All I could see in the end was triangles circling around me. Finally I managed to get the grip. It was easy than I expected. Finally I did them. My eyelids had started to merge with sleepiness. The yawn seconded it. Therefore I packed all the books for tomorrow and hit the bed. I forgot to turn off the light. I was so lazy to get up from the bed again. The eyes became heavier as the pillow comforted me.  My head was pounding from inside. I felt so confident when my answers were correct because I checked them from the last page. After that sleep embraced me smoothly.

Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing. I screamed and jumped from the bed wondering what it was. Everything were so blurry, I squeezed my eyes once to get a clear view. And there it was, the bloody alarm clock, it was dancing on the stool near my bed. It was teasing me. Even though it was time to go to school I took it and threw it out of the window. ‘Arrrrrrrrgh’ it was closed. It knocked against the class and dropped but the vibrating dance or the hell of a noise did not stop at all. That was something I could not bear. I opened the window and threw it away.  Just then I heard ‘MEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOW”. A big white feline ran through the garden like a cheetah. That was Spotty. Mom’s cat, and yeah she won’t be happy if she realize that I threw the alarm clock that grandma gave to her ages ago. I still can’t believe that it still works perfectly even though it sounds like a kitchen bell in the prison. In a minute it stopped. But the noise still echoed in my ears. Krriiiiiiiiing, kriiiiiiiiing, kriiiiiiiiiiiin………… I have to take it back inside before mom notices it again. But right now I had to hurry to school, and then the drill began and ended until I got to school and sat in the class. The first lesson was Trigonometry. When I found that my most of my home work was wrong. The disappointment burned through my nerves. It was disgraceful. I was a little bit lucky that the bell triggered before things went worse. Once I heard the noise, I took all my books and ran out of the class as fast as possible.

The sprint I started from the class ended when I reached the city park which was like a kilometer away. When I stopped I couldn’t believe how I got here. There were people everywhere. Some were reading a book or a newspaper under a tree or on a bench. More were walking with their kids, dogs many more. I looked around and found out what I wanted. There was an empty bench at the other corner of the park. Also the place was secluded. I rushed their and sat. Kept my backpack aside and took the trigonometry homework out again. It was all marked with red crossed. The first two was correct. But the others were wrong. I took the text book and turned to the answers page on the last again. The answers were correct. Unbelievable, Then I checked a note which had been written in red color, below my notebook. It said that my method is wrong, that I have not used the rules properly. I started to scratch my head with madness. What is this bloody method?  I just don’t get it. She explains things like an express train. It was hard to found out most things. Sin, cos, tan. That’s all I remember. Oh how they made me whirl.  Right now there was nothing I could do. I cannot go back to the teacher. It was pointless because I never understood her explanations. Even Dalton complained several times that some geeky professors explain things much more easily. It made me wonder how others managed to survive with the teacher. There was none who could help me. I was new to the school. It has been only a little since I went there and there weren’t any whom I found for association except Dalton. Since I was new there were some who came forward but they didn’t get along. Despite all of them, it was my failure at class that tortured me. I closed the book, plugged the ear phones to my ear and the sound of hard rock music screamed to my ears.

“Excuse me” ,a voice came as a whisper. I opened my eyes at once in fright. Then I saw a girl standing in front of me. She looked familiar but I could not recall. What does she want? I took off the earphones and looked at her. She was beautiful, nice straight hair with a thin red line from the side. The black top with a skull and the dark jeans made her look like Avril lavigne. There was a black bracelet on her left arm which had a few silver coated spikes on it. There was a leather side bag on her shoulder. She was leaned a bit to my face and smiled. It was like a dream. My lips curved the smile automatically.