A New Journey Awaits

Chapter 23

    Evna's POV
    3 days after Desta's death, I wake up surrounded by stalklings. I look around. My phone buzzes across the room. I get up and check it. Last day of school Evna, me Jim, and Toby will be there soon. Last day of school? That's right. I take down my hair, brush it, and put it right back up. I change out of my PJ's into a pair of blue jeans and my blue t-shirt.
    "I'm not lazy, I just enjoy doing nothing!" I say in a sing-song voice, as I whirl around the room. I grab my leather bag, and slip on my worn-out, too small, light blue flip-flops. I go out the door-like arch, and meet up with my friends. "Last day of school!" I say as a greeting. "Ya know, I would've skipped but they say they're gonna just let us roam around on the school-property all day. Is it true?"
    "Totally! It's great." Claire says. "But I think I'm going to spend to day with Mary and Darci."
    "Ok. Fine with us, but feel free to join us." Jim offers as we walk down the road. Just then, as if on queue (pronounced like q) Mary and Darci roll up in Mary's car.
    "Hi girls!" I greet.
    "Hi, Evna. Come on, C-dog!" Claire gets in the car. We watch as they roll away.
    "So, you guys wanna be in or outside?" Toby asks.
    "Outside!" I say quickly. The boys look at me weird. "What? The school smells bad." I say, smiling.
    "Ya know, I'd expect you to be sad. After what just happened." Jim was talking about Desta's death.
    "Well, I am really upset about that. I just have this issue, I can't be sad in public. It's almost impossible for me. I can be tired, mad, scared, excited, and happy. But anything else: not so much." I say with a look on my face.
    "Ok but that day at lunch, when you were talking about your dad, I saw your eyes tearing up." Toby states.
    "I said almost." I roll my eyes, grinning. He raises an eyebrow as we approach school. I follow them up a hill, near the outdoor-lunch-seating area. We sit down. We have nothing to talk about. "So this is nice." I say grinning. We're all just kinda looking at each other.
    "Well, I'd put on some music, but I don't have any upbeat music." Jim says.
    "Same." Toby says.
    "Hey, we should play truth or dare!" I exclaim. The boys nod in agreement.
    "Ok Jim, truth or dare?" I say.
    "Dare."
    "I dare you to kiss Claire!" Toby falls over laughing. I point to where she is.
    "No... I want to use a chicken."
    "Oh Jim, when you play with me, there are no chickens." I say.
    "I hate you so much!" He complains as he gets up. I grab my phone and zoom in. He turns her around and kisses her, a perfect picture on my phone. He comes back. "Happy? Let's just forget about the Claire-kiss?" He asks. I pull out my phone.
    "Nope." I say as I wave the picture in his face.
    "Nooooo!" He cries. I laugh. "Ok, Tobes. Truth or dare?"
    "Depends, are you gonna take out your anger from Evna on me?" He asks. Jim just looks at him. Toby sighs. "Fine truth."
    "Do you still like Darci?" Toby liked Darci? Who knew?
    "Nah, I don't think she can stand me. Ok truth or dare, Evna."
    "DARE!!!" I yell."I love doing dares!" I say. The boys chuckle.
    "Ok, I dare you to go lick a tree." Toby dares me, thinking I won't do it. But I get up. I go to the tree farthest away from the school and lick it.
    "Ew, that tastes nasty!" I cringe.
    "I didn't think you would actually do it." Toby says almost horrified.
    "Toby, I'll do almost any dare." The boys exchange looks. Their up to something.
    "Ok, how about, only since you love dares, we dare you until lunch." Jim offers.
    "Deal!" I smirk. Jim goes, since Toby did the last dare.
    "I dare you to..." He looks at Toby, who shrugs. "Uh...I can't think of anything. Umm... I dare you to kiss Toby's cheek." Toby gets up and walks about 5 feet away and sits down again.
    "No." he says. I walk over to him, kiss my finger and poke his face.
    "Done and done." I say. I go back and sit by Jim. Toby followed. He was obviously not pleased with Jim's dare.
    Toby sat down, viciously starring at Jim. Jim starring straight back. "Ok," Toby said not taking his eyes of the Trollhunter. "I dare you to kiss Jim's cheek." I kissed my finger and poked Jim's face. He jumped. The went right back to starring at his friend.
    "I dare you to kiss Toby. On the lips."
    "I dare you to have a make-out session with Jim!"
    "YOU GUYS!!" I yell. "What even? I don't want to do any of that! I'm sorry I got this feud started, but it's ending. Now." I say. They look at me with guilt.
    "You're right, we're sorry." Jim said.
    "Yeah, we kinda took it too far." Toby hangs his head.
    "Apologies accepted, but believe me. That wasn't far. It's been worse." I say as I shudder. My voice turns into a whisper. "Way worse."
    "How so?" Jim asks.
    "Um... we don't talk about that." I say awkwardly. They give me weird looks.
    "Come on, it can't be that bad." Toby insisted. I look at him.
    "You don't know the horrors that are up here." I say pointing to my head. "I'm trying to spare your innocent imaginations."
    "Innocent? I killed Bular, Gunmar, Toby's dentist's assistant, and, with Claire and Toby's help, Angor Rot." Jim said. I gulped.
    "You killed Angor Rot?" I asked with a shaky voice, my eyes welling with tears.
    "Yeah..." Jim said confused.
    "You killed him." I say. Memories from my childhood flashed into my mind.
    "Evna!" Toby shouts, shaking me, maybe five minutes later. "Are you ok?" I felt the blood drain from my face. I feel so vulnerable. Angor Rot is dead. Everything seems to be in slow-motion. I feel my eyes flash around, desperately searching for a safe place. Angor Rot is dead. I hear my friends talking to me. They sound so distant. Everything is blurry as my eyes flash at lighting speed through the tears. I feel a cough attack start up, but I ignore it. I get up and try to run away from the school. But my cough takes over and I can't breathe. Angor Rot is dead. I fall and clench my stomach, my lungs and throat burning. I crawl to my bag and grab my inhaler as I hear the ambulance sirens. I take deep breathes into my breathing mask, as I feel myself piled onto a stretcher. Angor Rot is dead. But the funny thing is that I don't even pay attention to reality, but instead to my memories of the emotionally scarred Troll.

I am sorry it took me somlong to update, I love you all. (If you sneezed while reading this chapter: bless you)