Dark Departure

Chapter Two

The day passed in much of the same way as that of the first two periods did. It turns out unfortunately Ithane is in almost all my classes except for Chemistry and Modern History, which was a bit of relief. I gathered my books together as the bell went, ending the boring discussion of our last class. I headed out the door before Mr Clemsworth could assign us anymore Australian History homework. One bad thing about learning modern history in Australia is ever since grade three or four you learn everything there is to know about Australia, which isn’t much really when you compare it to the rest of the world, so you learn the same damn thing over and over again. Sounds like fun! But it’s needed for archaeology so I suck it up.

I reached my locker expertly spinning the lock. As my locker door begrudgingly opened I was greeted the Hogwarts timetable from grade ten and, unfortunately, my real timetable which were the only two things decorating my locker door. It seems for the past three years I have lacked any kind of expression unlike the masses of other students with selfies and Bieber posters plastered throughout the entirety of their locker. I shoved my homework into my bag and grabbed my sandwich from my lunch box, munching on the al dente food as I made my way to final homeroom. I still, after all this time here, don’t understand why we have to visit homeroom AGAIN once the day is over. We couldn’t have gotten far during the last period so WHAT THE HELL!

I sat down at my usual seat but unlucky for me a certain someone was waiting for my amazing arrival. ITHANE HEATHLI! YAY! I plopped down, finishing off my second triangle shaped sandwich, all my attention on not eating too fast. Unfortunately I was interrupted.

“You’re getting crumbs everywhere.” Ithane said accusingly. I could feel the scrutiny of his stare and didn’t like it one bit.

 I wiped them off onto the floor not really caring, gee my father now comes to school with me. Well that’s what it is like being around Ithane though he is more hostile and anti-fun.

“They are now on the floor.” He responds while looking straight ahead

“Oh really! I don’t think I would have had the brains to notice that if you had not pointed it out.” I snapped pushing back my chair and standing up in anger,  “Thank you for your amazing observation.” I continued sarcastically walking away as the teacher dismissed us. I was so glad that it was the end of the day, I could live my life in peace for a while. Until tomorrow I would have sweet bliss of Ithane Not Existing. I marched on out of the class practical tasting the freedom that the end of a school day presents.

“You know you don’t have to be so sarcastic.” He replied as he followed me out of the classroom, ok, HYPOCRITE MUCH. So let’s start the tally of who is the sarcastic one, this morning he tells me not to look at him, and is hostile, and grumpy to me all day and now he tells me that I shouldn’t be so sarcastic. He should take his own stupid advice! He should start with being less hostile.

I whipped around on my heels and faced the jerk, firing death daggers from my eyes to him.

“Oh I’m sorry Mr Hostility; I didn’t think my sarcastic views would matter so much to you.” From the look on his face it was obvious he had not been expecting that outburst, but you know what, I couldn’t give a god damn rats arse. I stormed away trying to lose him as I shoved my earphones in and cranked up the sound, bobbing my head along to Everybody’s Fool by Evanescence. If he commented back it was lost in the background noise.

Somehow now you’re everybody’s fool.

I found my sister talking to a group of ‘cool’ guys in my grade, man I don’t know how she does it. They glanced my way briefly before going back to their flirtatious ways as I sat down leaning against the brick wall that guarded my school and waited for the bus to come. Welcome to the Black Parade came on next causing me to be so absorbed by its A-MAZ-ING-NESS.