The Evil Inside

Chapter Two - KATE: Paper, Scissors, Stone

Has anyone ever told you that they love paper planes? No one told me they were so cool! I had now discovered the secret of the paper origami model; they were deadly weapons, if combined with accurate aim, especially against my best friend. Oh yes. Kate - One, Alex - Nil. Never underestimate the power of the paper.

I felt bad about not telling Alex, but then I couldn’t, could I? Not without embarrassing both of us extremely and jeopardising our friendship. It’s just not worth it, because it’s not like it’s ever going to happen anyway. Unless… shut up, Kate, shut up! Never going to happen. Let’s leave it at that.

I had moved to England from Venezuela when I was six. I couldn’t speak any English, except the word ‘Hello’. I didn’t really understand why we had moved; I still don’t. Apparently my mum brought shame on her family by meeting my dad and having me. Not quite sure how this justified us leaving the country, but we did. And not only that, but we moved halfway across the stupid world. I’m still adjusting to the rainy, cold climate. Why England??? Also, why me??? Just tell me, was it my fault I was born? I don’t think so.

But anyway, I digress. English is my least favourite subject, but it is also the lesson that I learn the most in. I guess I don’t really like it because I have to think harder about what I write; it doesn’t flow out freely like my native language, Spanish, does.

All my English teachers have been friendly though. (Snort of derisive laughter). Well, nice enough. But they all treat me like I’m stupid and speak ultra-slowly. I can understand and speak perfect English; I have been fluent for over five years! It’s just the writing that I have trouble with. They don’t understand that.

So, basically, in my opinion, English kind of sucks. Why do we have to analyse everything to the nth degree? I mean, take our current topic, Islands. Fine, sure, lots of great books are about islands, I appreciate that and I’ve read a lot of them. But maybe, just for once, could leave it at that? Instead of “Why did they do this?” and “Why did they do that?” all the time, we could just take the obvious answer and leave it as simple as it was when we first came upon it. They were stuck on an island, they were trying to survive - end of. This was what English was like today. Most people were practically ripping their hair out. Alex would beg to differ though. He likes English, and thinks you actually need to delve deep into stories to “understand” the true meaning. Go figure.

In many ways, Alex and I are complete opposites. I sometimes wonder how we became friends in the first place; much less stay that way for over five years. I’m glad we did though; I couldn’t ask for a better mate.

Alex has been kind to me ever since I first met him. He understood the fact that I needed help support and encouragement with my English, but not in the way that the teachers gave it to me. Alex became my best friend and translator, and in under a year, he knew me so well that if I didn’t know the English word for something, I’d mime it, and Alex would know exactly what I meant, before anyone else would. We could just about read each other’s minds. So I knew it was bugging him, massively, that I wouldn’t tell him who I fancied. After a while though, I knew he would stop nagging me. This was a fact I was almost sure of. Reason: he was just too thoughtful to put pressure on me in any way, even if he did have an extreme interest in what I was hiding. 

Which he did.

Yesterday, I started my new project. In History at the moment we are doing the medieval times, and we have to do some research. I’m doing mine on old English magic and superstition. Basically, I have to translate a couple of old poems from some books, and print out some pictures which, when you think about it, isn’t so hard. In fact, it’s quite fun.

So where did I start? At the source of all information: the library. Carefully, I pulled out a book from the busy shelves, and blew off the dust. This one hadn’t been used for a while, I could tell. I grimaced as I pulled my fingers off the book and examined them. My fingertips were now stained a dark grey, so I wiped them on my jeans. Yep, my fingers were clean now, at least. Couldn’t really say the same for my jeans. “Ah well.” I thought as I put my hand back on the book. Wait, ewww, what was that? Something sticky… chewing gum? Disgusted, I put the mangy book on the tabletop, and ran towards the toilet to wash my hands thoroughly.

When I came back, I reopened the book. It was full of precisely the stuff I was looking for. Then I noticed a peculiar bump in the pages, near the end of the book. A bookmark. So, evidence that someone had actually read this, like a million years ago. I studied it closer. Not a bookmark, a flat piece of blue glass, no, wait, sapphire. Curious, I peered closer. Two delicately inscribed letters, an ‘A’ and a ‘D’. Whilst checking the book out, I flicked casually through the pages until a particular phrase caught my wandering eye. “Using the sapphire,” it said. Could it… could it be the same crystal that had been in the book? The hawk-nosed librarian stared at me. I slipped the sheet of gem back into the book before she saw it. Excited now, I glanced at what the instructions stated. A summoning enchantment, great, but for whom? What did I need…? I scanned the page quickly. Papyrus, a knife and the sapphire. Well, I had substitutes for them. All I needed was paper, some scissors, and the precious stone…

 A/N: Hey guys, hope you like the new chapter, soz I didn't post anything for a while... 

this chapter dedicated to XxSkater2Girl16xX for her awesome story, 'Believe me, I'm lying'. what are you still here for? go read it!