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Nyla's P.O.V
1 Week Later
School. Hell on Earth. The one place where demons are free to roam the halls, while the devils angels are teaching the innocent. School is where everything starts and where your social life ends.
I groan in annoyance as the alarm rings in my ears. My body twists in discomfort, the clock making it unbearable. The bang of my door hitting the wall and Cleyton hissing at the apparent dint he left.
"Would you please shut the bloody clock up!" He shouts from across the room. I make no attempt to move, suddenly the clock wasn't annoying me as much. I feel the bed tilt to the side before a giant weight collapses on top of me. "Turn it off or I'll crush you." He threatens, slowly letting his arms slip from beneath him. I let a scream slip before he completely falls. I mumble curses under my breath, pulling my arm from below me and shoving my finger down on the button. "Uh, thank God."
"Good, now get off me!" I shove his shoulders back, making him tumble to the floor with a thud. I shove the blankets to the side and step down onto the carpeted flooring.
Cleyton laughs before leaving my room, the door shutting with a bang. I hear my Dad scold him from downstairs, a smirk creeps onto my face. Oh, how I've missed this.
I quickly get changed, before heading to the bathroom down the hall. I listen to my brother talking to Deon from his room. The two are basically inseparable. If they aren't together they're on the phone to one another. The white light in the bathroom flicks on and a plain room is revealed in front of me. I move in front of the little basin, grabbing my makeup from the cupboard below. I apply a light concealer, chapstick, eyeliner, and mascara. I stare at myself in the mirror for two seconds, not daring to stare anymore.
The smell of pancakes fills my nose as I thump down the wooden stairs. The sound of my Dad singing to the radio echoes through the house, I smile. When I walk in he is sitting at the table stuffing his mouth with syrup and whipped cream while trying to hold a note. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw him.
"Hey, Ny. Want some pancakes? They're delicious with whipped cream!" He mumbles around his food. I shake my head politely, his face falling a tad at my rejection.
"I'm good with an apple. Thank you though." He nods. A faint smile on his lips, but I can see the hurt and worry in his eyes. "Don't worry, Dad. I promise to eat my dinner tonight." I negotiated. He looks at me sceptically, sighing in quick defeat. I promise too.
I grab an apple from the fridge taking a bite on my way to the front door. "Cley! I'll see you at school." I shout back up the stairs, I wait for his reply but it never comes. I roll my eyes; Deon no doubt. Picking my bag from the ground I check my books before walking out the door. The warm summer sun beams down on my face.
The bus stops at the end of our street, I usually get there earlier to sit by myself, the wind my only companion. It's refreshing, it helps me to think. The bus stop is a small tin shed with old wooden beams running down the sides and across the roof. I take a seat on the modern, cold seat that is out of place in the small enclosure. My bag lands with a thud beside me and I scrummage through for my book, Wuthering Heights.
The way that Heathcliff abuses his fiancée in a sick attempt to win back Katherine intrigues me. Maybe because I understand the pain of his fiancée. The stabbing feeling of having the person you used to love and trust break you into pieces, then leaving you to glue yourself back together. The pain of being abused in terrible ways, someone using you as a punching bag.
The low grumble and huff of the bus as it climbs up the hill fills my ears. I quickly stuff the crinkled book back in my bag, standing for the bus. I hear my brother shouting to me from down the street, screaming for me to hold the bus. I laugh, nodding. He sighs, his shoulders sagging in relief. The bus comes to a screeching halt in front of me. The doors open with a smack, I let the bus driver know about my slow brother before walking to a seat. Soon after my brother walks past me to the back of the bus, clapping his hands against his teammates. I sigh, looking out the window, plugging headphones in my phone. The sound of my favourite songs rocking through my brain.
***
The school is noisy with people crowding the hallways and squealing in delight. I cringe back from everyone, rushing to my locker, avoiding everyone's stares and open mouths. I squeeze my eyes shut in aggravation. I punch in the code, pulling the door open throwing my bag in, trading it for period one and two books. Slamming the door, I head towards homeroom. Room 60.
I wonder around the school aimlessly. Checking every number on every door. I swear room 60 doesn't exist. "Hey, excuse me?" I jump from the sound of his voice. "Oh crap, sorry."
"No, it's fine," I reply, turning to face a tanned, black haired boy. His eyes the colour of clear light blue water. "Oh, um. What was it you wanted sorry?"
"Yeah, right..." He mumbles shaking his head to himself, looking down to a piece of paper in his hands. "I'm new, and I'm looking for room 60. You don't happen to know where that is?"
"If I did I wouldn't be here." I snap, instantly regretting it. His eyes widen with surprise before he breaks out laughing. "I'm sorry, that was rude."
"No, it's fine. I understand. We are literally characters in the Maze Runner right now. Except we aren't running. Or trying to escape... Never mind ignore my reference." I smile at his attempt. He looks at me with a smile matching my own. "Okay, so let's go on an adventure!"
My smile widens, I nod vigorously. "Let's go on an adventure."
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Author's Note:
So, Tyler will remain the same considering that he is not at all mentioned in the original story so he can stay right where he is :)
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