The Day {Not official title}

Chapter 22 Some Truthful, Some Not {Rion}

 Chapter 22: Some Truthful, Some Not {Rion}

            “Are you sure you’re okay? We could stay in the nurse’s office all period. Or I could drive to the hospital, if you want,” I said. She was burned by dark magic, an element I don’t have much knowledge about. Calvin Ronin was not mutated. He was not a mutation. Because I wasn’t. He was the son of two dark gods. If he has to lie, then there’s a good reason. When there’s a good reason, Rion Bleudoux will know it. I’ll play along to find out.

            “I already told you I’m fine. The doctors wouldn’t believe whatever we’d tell them anyway. It’s just a slight burn. It’s kinda cool, actually. It’s like a smoke tattoo,” she joked. Her skin was oddly still smooth, but those smoky markings were still there. They were unnatural, but fortunately very faint. They would be easy to hide.

            “Okay. Whatever you say. But if it starts acting up, tell me first, okay?” I asked. If she didn’t want to go now, it wouldn’t hurt to be sure that she would tell me if anything happened.

            “Yes, dad,” she mocked, “loosen up, it’s just a burn.” She punched my arm playfully.

            “Okay. I just don’t want you hurt. Phil would kill me,” I said.

            “Like Phil is the real reason. Are you okay? You were the most dramatic and the only one over reacting. I only screamed because it was dead cold. Like, liquid nitrogen just being poured on your skin. It was seriously cold. I felt like my arm was going to fall off.” I took her hand.

            “Well I’m relieved it’s still attached to you. Otherwise, I’d be holding a dead piece of meat,” I laughed.

            “I will get you back. Just watch.” I was laughing pretty hard when she suddenly pushed me against the wall of the hallway. I was too busy laughing to remain stable.

            “Told you I’d get you back.”

            “Yeah, well something from the bulletin board stabbed my arm pretty deep, and now I think I’m bleeding. Your fault,” I said. She immediately panicked and rushed to examine nothing. She slapped my arm where she thought the stab wound was. I hadn’t stopped laughing.

            “Urgh! I hate you,” she lied. She eventually gave in and laughed along.

            “Oh, I’m sure you hate me. Let’s go. I don’t want to be late because my nurse didn’t help my injury.”

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            Hey, found some info. Meet up @ Ohio’s Best in 1 hour. – Ieo C. The text appeared on the screen of my phone at around three in the afternoon. What information was this? What kind of information could be so important to ruin by nap? I was still sleepy but my body told me to get up. I took a cold shower to wake me up and got dressed in my usual comfortable white t-shirt, leather jacket, and skinny jeans. I took more time to do my hair than get dressed.

            I memorized exactly how to fix my hair perfectly. You gel, comb and then fix all the small stuff. I used to comb, gel, and then fix the small stuff.

            I walked out of my room and wrote a note to my parents.

Went out with Dan @ OB. Will be back before 10 pm.

                                                                        -Rion