Hidden Darkness

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The teachers in the school are strict, the strictest I've ever seen, but they somehow don't mind the untidy uniforms. We~ird. Three lessons had already passed and I still haven't made a friend yet. The fourth lesson was Art. We had to switch rooms for that as there isn't technical equipment in the home room. As I sat down on the stool, I groaned quietly. Arts isn't the best subject for me at all. All I can actually draw is stick men people!

"As your end of year exam is quickly approaching, is it necessary to prepare for them. Today we will start with a practise lesson. The object you are going to draw will be a feather, so you are going to try drawing them. They are quite tricky, so don't get depressed if you don't get them the first time!" Ms Drew, our Arts teacher, explained.

All the comforting words that Ms Drew says somehow has the opposite effect on me, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, Now suddenly I have this feeling in my tummy that I will fail this Arts assessment. She placed feathers stuck on white card in front of us, and told us to draw. Over half of the class began, sketching the brief outlines of the object faintly and carefully, while others simply analysed it, making sure that the proportion is right. I, on the other hand, simply stared at my drawing: a bold line across the middle of the page with fainter, straight lines coming off it at a particular angle. Ms Drew neared my desk and raised a questioning eyebrow at the drawing I currently held in my hand, and 'wandered' away again. I attempted to draw it again. It looks a little bit better than the last one. At least it has some kind of shape... but it looks like a leaf with an unnaturally long stem. I tried again, but did the same as the previous one except there was lines inside the 'leaf' shape.

"Okay!" Ms Drew clapped her hands in the air, "Hand in your sketch books for me to mark your progress! You may practise to draw feathers when you are not in class!"

All students obediently handed their books in, and I quickly pushed in the line and handed mine in too. Then the bell went and interupted the teacher's conversation with a perticalur student. I quickly packed my things together and ran straight for the door, hoping that Ms Drew would not comment or do anything about my awful drawings.

I did not intend to go to there, but I got carried away by the human traffic to the canteen. Sounds so... over dramatic doesn't it? But then just a second later I realised why. The 'snotty' boy from earlier on was there, ordering his lunch. He ordered Buuz, a traditional Mongolian dish. My tummy growled as I follow the scent outdoors without myself noticing. Still in my trance, he led me up to some place - perhaps a personal library quarter? - and placed the dish down. And I was out of my trance.

"Dude! Why did you just buy that from the canteen? And why is that weird chick following you?" a male asked, annoyance laced in his tone.

And it wasn't until then when I noticed the 'chick' was referred to me, and snapped out of my trance. Around there were four boys, each good looking in their own way. Two had dirty blonde hair and the same pale complexion, but had different coloured eyes: one possessed green and the other had brown. It would be the most stupid thing to assume they were not related. The one who described me as a 'chick' was a boy who had features that branded him as British: brown hair, pale skin and brown eyes. The other one who was staring at me a lot more intensively than the others had paler skin than Chinese, but possessed the same features as most Chinese does.

"Have you finished eye raping at my mates yet?" a familiar tone asked behind my back. I snapped around. It was that boy from the morning. Dang. It,

"Hi?" I said, but it came out as a question.

"Hi, it is. Who are you? Why are you here? Did you freaking stalk Edward?" the boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes asked me curiously. I turned and as I was about to reply, I felt a pair of strong, hands push me down towards an empty leather chair.