The Choosing

Chapter Thirteen

It had been 2 weeks since Lucas's death. I had been having nightmares about him, and as Kaelyn had been saying, I have also been screaming out his name. I have also been exchanging letters from people I consider 'friends' and others.

I have realised, there is no such things called friends.

I walk solemnly down the hallway. Great, I think, time to go to combat. I turn a corner sharply, and walk straight into combat class.

"Now, your gonna wanna punch them like this, to get an effective out come." Jeramiah says, gesturing punching someone in the throat. I roll my eyes. I was first off, paired up with Reuben. We both walked up to stage, and Jeramiah blew the whistle. Reuben threw a punch, and I ducked, dodging it. I punched him in the throat, feeling anger about Lucas's death. I kick him in the groin, and he winces while choke - groaning about the the throat punch. He fell to the floor, and I just kicked continousally letting my anger out.

"Ronnie." Jeramiah said sternly.

I kicked Reuben again and again, watching the blood pour from his face gave me pleasure.

"Ronnie." Jeramiah said again.

I ignored him.

"Veronica!" He yelled. I spun around. "You've won." He said. I looked over at Reuben crying in a pool of blood.

"Oh, suck it up you wuss!" I yelled at him, kickinng him again in the face. I spun on my toes and stormed out of the room, completely unharmed. When I exited the room, I squatted down and started crying. I cried so hard that it actually made me feel better. I cried because I  knew that Lucas would of wanted me to stop, and to apologise. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at the boy hovering over me. He looked considerate, and I felt embarassed because my mascara had flod down my face.

"Who are you?" I asked, croakily.

"I'm Eddy." He said, smiling a hugely attractive smile.