Scary Stories

III

Everyday we had free time with our year group and the year above or below us, the year 9s were with the year 10s. We were allowed to read, play a game or just sit and if we didn't do one of these thing we would be removed from the free time room and be made to clean.

We were allowed to wear our own clothes as long as they had nothing we could hurt ourselves on, so no belts, no laces and no zips. I was wearing my black jeans, a black knitted jumper with a high neckline and my black boots. All the other boys were wearing jeans that they pulled down to there knees with a baggy tee shirt and the girls were wearing tiny shorts with a shirt that came down just above where their ribs ended. Though there was one girl sitting at a table reading a book she was wearing black vans with the laces removed, light blue skinny jeans and a purple knit jumper which was very similar to mine but with a lower neckline. I thought the girl must be new because I hadn't seen her before and she looked scared and not just of me, of everything.

I put the book I was read down, and stood up from the lounge I was sitting in, picked up the book and walked towards her. The clicking of my boots echoed around the hall. She looked up at me with anxiety as I sat down across from her. I reopened my book and started reading but I frequently kept looking up at her. The first few times I looked up she was still looking at me but soon she returned to the book she was reading, her brown hair falling into her dull green eyes. We continued reading and making the occasional eye contact. 

"You look like Tom Riddle" the girl broke the silence between us.
"Why thank you" I said in the kindest voice I could muster "I'm aiming to look like a serial killer."
She apologized about three times but little did she know there was no sarcasm in my voice when I said it.
"I'll take you for a Harry Potter fan" I said.
"Yes" she replied "I love it. Have you read it."
I nodded "It was the last series of books I read with my mum and sister."
"Anyway" she moved on "I'm Darcy Ward, I'm new, I'm in year 10"
"Ethan Nox, year 9" I said in my nice voice.
Darcy paused processing what I had said "Wait Ethan Nox, like the Ethan Nox, the one who's like..."
"Dad killed his mother and sister and locked him in a freezer. Ethan Nox who was orphaned at age 5 and spend the next 9 years in foster homes. Ethan Nox the foster child so horrible he ended up in Saint Joseph's School for Children in Need. Yes I am that Ethan Nox."

Darcy looked at me like everyone else when they first met me, a mixture of sympathy and fear.