Shadowteer

Chapter 3

"I'm Etta and this my sister Ella." He mumbled something.

"Uh... sorry, what was that?" He mumbled something again. "Sorry, excuse us." They walked some feet away and whispered. "Etta, I can't hear a word he's saying. And what is with the whole hush hush hoodie hiding face creepy thing?"

"Well I think he looks-"

"I don't want to know."

"My name... my name is... oh forget it." Chris rolled his eyes and tugged his hoodie lower. "Of all the people to be stuck with I get these girls. Probably popular. They sound popular. Wish they would shut up." He shook his head violently. "Wish you would shut up. Ah well. We're stuck with each other pal. Till death do us part. Me to hell and you to- am I seriously talking to myself right now? Again? Really?" He facepalmed and continued his argument in his head.

"Etta, is it me or is he talking to himself?"

"Shrug. I wasn't looking. We need to go find Manon though. Let's go ask him his name-"

"Then kill him to save us the hassle and drop him in a ditch?"

"Um... actually I was gonna say we  find someone else to take him around. I hope she's alright."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah- THEN we kill him."

"Plan B Ella. Plan B."

"Ugh, fine. Party pooper."

"I'm a party pooper?! ME?! EXCU-"

"Hush child let's go herd our cute widdle lamb." Etta rolled her eyes and followed Ella.

"So, your name?" He coughed and looked up.

"Chris- Christopher."

"Nice to meet you. Our school is pretty awesome so you're lucky. In my opinion it's the best school in..." Etta stared at him suspiciously. She caught a glimpse of his brown hair and thought of the rumours she had heard.

"Hey Chris? What's your last name? Or surname if you don't mind?"

"Uh... nothing too amazing you know. It's just a name."

"I'd still love to know."

"Etta... I'm warning you."

"I could tell you my middle name if you'd like-"

"I asked for your last name." He rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to say "I heard" as rudely as possible.

"Sorry, I can't."

"BU-"

"ETTA!"

"Yes darling sister whom I hold so dearly to my heart as though she were-"

"Quit harassing him."

"Fine." Etta followed behind them miserably. Ugh. There is no way I'm giving up. She was about to grab his hoodie when Ella shot her a burning gaze. Yep, I'm done. My life is too precious.

They were walking past the music room when the door opened. Chris noted the three people heading out of the room. An Indian girl carrying a trumpet, a black guy with a saxophone and a Caucasian guy struggling with a double bass. As he struggled internally between awkwardly trying to help and probably messing things up, tripping and killing them by accident and being thrown in jail for life in for manslaughter or awkwardly standing there probably looking "useless" and "stupid" in his own words and watching, Etta rushed forward to help.

"Phew. Thanks Etta." She rolled her eyes.

"You just had to choose one of the largest heaviest instruments in the classroom, didn't you."

"It was the most challenging. Besides, now I'm a pro after six years of training. Gonna look great on my college application."

"Ugh. Don't remind me."

"And thanks to all the weight lifting I'm just growing more and more muscular everyday." The girl with the trumpet rolled her eyes.

"Oh please. You call that muscular?" He fanned her off saucily.

"Yes. I do."

"Wow, my apologies your highness."

"Ahem, guys, this is Chris. He's new here. Do you mind showing him around?"

"Sure, no problem Elsa." Ella glared at the black boy.

"Would you stop calling me that? I-" The girl facepalmed.

"Yeah okay whatever welcome to our school you can help Freddie carry the double bass."

"What are you saying? That I can't carry it myself? Hmm?"

"Chill dummy. I literally never said that. Why are you always so uptight? Cheese, you're a huge drama queen..." their voices faded away.

Ella rolled her eyes and walked on, annoyed. Etta blushed slightly and face palmed before running after her sister.