The dark haired threat

part 16_ Isaac

authors note:

Okay so I know authors notes can be dull and to be honest most of the time I skip them but I wish to make mine entertaining somehow.I hate being cliche so I'm gonna select a question (probably one I made up myself most of the time because I have no life or friends) and then say some random sizzle because I have some form of obsession with it.

Q: who is your favourite author?

A: Rick Riordon

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I bite into my advertising red apple and look over to find an awkward silence stirring amongst our table.I take glances at each of them just staring down at their 'too healthy for my liking' small plates of food.Mason looks uncomfortable with his hands placed beneath his thighs, Cassie stares down at her plate whilst nervously kicking a table leg and Clove is just reading the label on the water bottle.What's wrong with them!

I turn behind me and see Bailey heading over to our table.Good, He certainly won't contribute to this agonizing silence."Hey man" I great him as he places his plastic tray next to mine.He looks across the table "wish what happened here, Are we  re-living the days of the uprising?" he asks.That gets their attention.I laugh a little trying to ease away the unnecessary tension."That, my friend" Clove starts up, "Did not even carry as much silence as this at the dinner table" she grins before turning her attention back to the bottle label.If you want a job doing I guess you have to do it yourself.

"So....Sword fighting next.That should be pretty cool right" I spoke up eagerly not be slapped in the face with more silence.My telepathical wish was granted,Mason spoke! "I'm actually kind of missing the track,it's surprisingly one of the on my things I'm good at" he sobbed.Clove looked at him before contributing to erasing the silence one again, "how do you know?" she asked "you've never used one before.You may even have a hidden aptitude for it.Anyone of us could.." as she trailed off in her inspirational speech I straightened up in my chair.Clove is right, any single of us could have an undiscovered aptitude for any one of the weapons.Everyone has a speciality but what is mine? 

I hope it isn't spears.Anything but spears.To have to same aptitude has my 'perfect' brother would disappoint me more than anything.I hate any similarities we share, I want to break as far away from the capital as possible and my brother is a part of it.I know I should love him but I don't.My whole life it's been "Cato look at what your brother can do" "Isn't he great Cato?" "Dont worry. Cato.If you try hard enough you'll almost be as good as your brother" my brother is an asshole.I know a lot of brothers don't get along but I'm completely heartless.Yeah I don't believe a word that comes out of my mother's mouth, Yeah i despise my dad and yeah can't stand Rick but I love Isaac.He's different.Isaac reminds me of me,not just in appearance but personality.He's the only person that can see through our whole existence.He knows the lies,He knows the cruel and unfair treatment but like me,he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it.for now...

"CATO! I SWEAR IF YOU DONT CUT IT OUT RIGHT NOW THE FIRST THING I WILL DO WHEN I GET HOLD OF A SWORD IS STAB YOU WITH IT!" I snap back to reality at the sound of Clover shouting.She stands towering above my seat looking down on me.I twist my torso to face her "why are you going to kill me?" I ask innocently as I look around  at the others pretending to be uninvolved in our altercation."Well clover, care to enlighten me?" her dark eyes locked with mine as she pulled me out of my chair."first of all; I told you not to call me Clover, I hate the irony and secondly; the bell has rung and If you don't start moving your scrawny ass right now then we'll be late and won't ever get to lay eyes on the swords." she finished. "oh, in that case what on earth are we all waiting for? Christmas? a unicorn? reaping day?" I asked as they all chuckled.Clove tightens her pony tail before  taking  a step towards me with her arms folded across her chest."unfortunately the latter is correct" she informs me in a soft voice.I smile down at her, she really is something. she reminds me of Isaac.Different.

We all approach the room, being yet again the last to arrive.Pushing our way through the crowd of obnoxious teenagers to face Dwayne."Okay class, now the temporarily missing students have finally decided to grace us with their obviously highly respected presence i think it's time we get started!" his loud voice brushed through the room silencing everyone who stood inside as Dwayne began the safety with swords talk.