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"Too much of sorrow,
Too many deaths,
I'm starting to wonder,
If this is what--"
-Sydney Gotham's Unfinished Lyrics Out of Nowhere
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For a long while, I just sit there in the library, trying to make sense of what just happened.
The adrenaline is still pumping in my veins and artery and all other places in my body. I pull my knees to my chest and rock back and forth.
"Talking doggies don't exist. No they don't. It's not logical," I begin muttering to myself.
"But so is having the God of the Underworld in your house. And see how well that turned out," I respond to myself.
I couldn't shake the color of it's eyes. A glowing red.
And what did it say? Stay away from him, human.
You don't need to be a genius to figure out who 'him' is.
Jared.
Floating Rainbow Women and Talking Rabid Dogs, all in one day. Definitely not a coincidence.
I shakily run my fingers through my dark brown hair and get up.
The entire place is so quiet, a shudder runs through me.
Stumbling many times, I make my way out of the library to the office nearby to have a word with the staff.
How on earth did a dog get into the campus?
"Hey Sydney! Want a cookie? I would share but I don't think I'll get to eat anything at all if I hand it over to you," Ralf, English teacher comments as I pass by the teacher's lounge.
Real mature.
I stare coldly at Ralf's balding face and say, "No, that's okay. You look like you need the energy. Wouldn't want our teacher fainting like a little girl in class, now do we?"
Ralf gives me a death glare while all the teachers around him snicker. He's about to open his mouth when I continue, "Wasn't it true that one of the girls had to carry you all the way to the nurse's office like you were some damsel in distress?"
This results in more snickers and I see Ralf ball his fists. I roll my eyes and leave the lounge.
Jerk.
How old did he think he was? Ten?
I was so past the stage where I bothered about what others thought of my weight.
I reach the office and smile at my friend, June. June is a small woman, two years older than me. She has red hair that she wears just below her chin to give her a very chic look. It suits her. I know if I'd worn my shoulder length hair like that, I would look hideous.
June sees me approach and her honey colored eyes glow as her face breaks into a smile.
"Hey Syd," she says while balancing two stacks of papers in both hands.
"June, did you see the dog that entered my library?" I ask, not willing to beat around the bush.
June looks at me with a surprised look on her face. "What?" she says.
