Coincidences

Act XX

Although my body weighed a billion tons, I struggled to prepare myself for school. The alarm clock didn't ring loud enough across the hall. Hurrying, I dumped my books inside my backpack and bolted out the front door in a jiffy.

I made it just in time, sitting in the school bus with a panting Zoey, also late. She reasoned that her phone was taken by her mom. Sounds familiar. Anyways, there's a test today, so our fellow mates were reading in light speed. Zoey and I mimicked them, because the pressure was contagious. We memorized ssome formulas and dealt with what we had. I yawned, due to tiredness, and my stomach growled because of starvation.

By the time the bus arrived, I walked into the campus and took out a pop tart from my pocket. I stuffed half of it in my mouth and gave the other half to Zoey, who, apparently, declined the offer, since she had her own pop tarts in her bag.

The class, when we made it, was under confussion. The test was held back momentarily. The teacher was not in class, but he left a note on the whiteboard, stating that he'll be come back with a little something, apart from the test papers. With no idea why, I sat on my desk and threw my stuff on the floor. We were all wondering what was the reason of the teacher's absence. We were about to find out soon.

Almost everyone took the opportunity to review for the last time, aside from the lazy, who blasted away on their cellphones. I pulled my chair over to Zoey, took out a textbook, and carried on with the refresher. Fifteen minutes passed by, and no one has found a clue to what the teacher was up to.

I whispered to her, "What's up with Mr. Yak?"

She whispered back, "I have no idea. Why are we whispering?"

"I don't know." I rose from the seat. "Let's find out."

Zoey and I patrolled around the empty halls, others classes underway. We snuck our way to the secretary's office. Opening the door so ever slightly, we took a peek inside. Our point of view was distorted, because we can only keep the door at that angle for a short amount of time, given the fact that it was a self-closing door. We were able to eavesdrop a bit of the conversation. Judging from the voices, I can tell that, in that room, was the secretary, probably the principal I've never met, our teacher, another adult, and a boy. No, two boys. It sounded strangely similar to someone's voice, but I can't tell easily.

"What do you think is going on?" interrogated Zoey.

"You know, Zoey," I announce. "I think we might have company."

The sounds got closer to the door, so we fell back, running to the classroom without anyone's attention. We sat on our respective seats and awaited the newcomers. We revealed the news to the others, making them quite eager.

Someone saw the teacher on his way with two guys, and the kerfuffle settled to a complete order. The door swung open and the teacher marched in.

"Ok, class," he preached. "First off, it's weird to see the whole class in proper posture. Second, I would like to introduce to you two new students. They came from Las Vegas, I assume..." He tended his eyes outside the room. "Oh, ok, not from Las Vegas itself, but somewhere around the city." He signaled the anonymous to enter. "Class, I'd like to meet..."

Tyrone and Rocky Rimson.

As I may have relayed, the two are old "friends" of mine. Rocky was the bully from the former school. He used to physically hurt me, for many of his selfish purposes. I, being the weakling I am, and especially since, if I exert too much energy, there may be a possibility for me to suffer a heart attack, cannot discipline myself to martial arts or any type of self defense. Tyrone, on the other hand, supported me when his brother did all of this. He was aware of the bullying, so helped me in his own way, by tending to my health.