The Fields Of Death And Life

Chapter Four

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After I finally reached my classroom door, I opened it and saw the guy who I always find here before me. I don't know too much about him, just that he doesn't have many friends. I nod towards him, and out of the corner of my eye, see him nod back. I silently take my seat, pulling out my school equipment. Once I had everything set up, I looked up at the clock. It was 7:21, which meant that people would be showing up soon. To pass the time, I started to read the book I found a couple days ago. It was about a girl who had discovered a mystical world, and had to face the problems of being the protector of said world. I usually found myself wishing to be sucked into a world like that. A world where I got a new start, where I didn't have to listen to Ina whine, or where I didn't always think of how my parents left my siblings and I. I start to fantasize about that world, the people, the trees, the grass, the sky, their cultures, but then, I think of Leona and Hank. How they would be left with Ina, and our horrendous aunt. How my little star would be left alone, in our dark room, crying herself to sleep because I wasn't there to sooth her, and how my brave protector would no doubt search endlessly for me, ignoring his own needs. I can feel my eyes water, as I think of how selfish I am to wish for something like that. To try and calm myself down, I start to take long breaths, in, and out, in, and out. My heart starts to slow, and my throat doesn't feel like it's clogged. I open my eyes, and see the quiet guy staring at me, his hazel brown eyes meeting my own brilliant blue. He quickly looked away, and started to fidget nervously in his chair. I couldn't help but giggle at him, which made him cover his face in embarrassment. I took this time to look him over. He wore a black beanie, a black hoodie, torn navy blue jeans, and stained converse, which made his pale skin and dyed scarlet hair stand out even more. I was dragged from my daze by the door opening, and people filing into the room, shattering the silence the classroom was encased in. I looked back over at the boy, and saw him gazing out the window. I'm in a room full of people, so why do I feel so alone?
The bell rang, signaling me that it was time for lunch. I quickly gathered my things, and tried to keep everything organized as I rushed to get out of the classroom, all the while, my teacher shouted over the clatter of students about assignments that were due. I briefly looked over for the boy, but only saw an empty chair in his place. I sighed sadly, and walked out the door with my shoulders slumped. From behind me, I heard girls giggling. I turned around to see what was so funny, but found that they were staring at me. Right when I made eye contact with them, they turned away, giggling to each other and looking back at me a few times. I groaned at how annoying the girls in my school were, and stalked off, trying to keep my distance from everybody.

It's now lunch, and I feel really uncomfortable. I was sitting by myself, like I usually do, and then all of a sudden, the girls from class sat right next to me. They're not allowed to do that! Everyone has a spot, and this is my spot, but I don't voice my thoughts, because they would be considered, 'childish and rude'. I stare down at my food, silently praying that they don't acknowledge my existence. I take a risk, and look up, and am met with those hazel eyes. We awkwardly stare at each other for a couple seconds, when he looks away, just like before. I debate on whether or not I should go and sit with him, and end up with myself fast walking towards him. I quickly sit down, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else. Eventually, I looked back up at the boy. He was staring at me, except this time he looked curious.

" Hi, my name is Ebony." I said to him, awkwardly holding out my hand. He looked at me, than to my hand, then back to me. He was silently staring at my hand, making me start to regret ever putting it out. Wait, was he one of those people who hated germs? Am I making him feel uncomfortable? I started to panic, thinking that I did something wrong, until he finally grabbed my hand, giving it a firm shake, and said quietly, " I'm Luca." I smiled broadly, relieved that he didn't entirely dislike me. Or maybe he does and he's just trying to be polite! No, he looks like someone who would tell me if they didn't like me, or he wouldn't talk to me.
" That's a nice name." I said, saying the same thing I say to every other new person I meet. He looked off to the side and mumbled, " thanks.", for minutes we sat there in silence, awkwardly eating our lunches.
" So, what's your next class?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation.
"History." he grumbled, violently jabbing his food. I was about to mention that we had the same class when the bell rang again. I turned around to check the time, surprised how quickly time passed by.
"Wow, time really does pass by when you're having-" Turning back around, I noticed that Luca was gone, " fun.", with a sigh, I stood up and swiftly grabbed my food, walking to the garbage to throw the rest of it out. After dumping my food, I walked towards another 80 minutes of hell.

I've recently noticed that my teachers always call on me whenever I don't want to be called on. Like now, as I sit flustered and embarrassed for not knowing the correct answer to the question because I was dozing off. I look around and see my classmates snickering. My eyes then land on Luca, he was staring down at his desk and scribbling on a paper in his notebook. I grew curious wondering what he was drawing, completely forgetting about my classmates and teacher. I was ripped from my curiosity by a ferocious voice yelling, " MRS. SATRISS!" I jumped in my seat, grabbing my chest as my heart goes a mile a minute. I hear my classes snickering again and feel my face heat up, probably turning a cherry red color. " If you don't care about class I would be glad to point you towards the principal's office. Otherwise, pay attention and answer the question!" Mr. Iverson barked, glowering down at me with a menacing look and his hands on his hips. I looked down at my lap and fidgeted with my hands, " I-I'm sorry sir, I don't know the answer." I stuttered, my face heating up more.
" Because?" Mr. Iverson questioned, drawing out the 'au'. I take a shaky breath and continue,
" Because I wasn't paying attention, sir."
" And why is that?"
" Because sir I haven't had a good day." I grumbled, growing irritated by his ongoing questions.
" Well that's not not my problem. Is it?" Mr. Iverson retorted, making my irritation turn into embarrassment.
" No sir, it's not." I could hear Mr. Iverson huff proudly.
" Well at least you're capable of taking responsibility for your actions, unlike some people." Mr. Iverson said, looking over at one of my classmates who were snickering. They instantly stopped laughing and looked down at their hands in embarrassment. I sighed in relief when the attention was off of me, but I also felt bad for the person who now held the attention of the room. Relief and pity, what an odd combination.

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I walked through the double doors, dodging others who couldn't wait two seconds for me to get out of there way. It took a few awkward maneuvers and uncomfortable run ins until I finally made it to the sidewalk. I sighed a breath of relief before walking down the street while listening to the fading sound of idiocy.
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A couple minutes into my walk I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I yelped before turning around and blindly swinging my hand forward. The palm of my hand connected with something and a grunt came out of the object. I opened my eyes and saw Luka sitting on the ground while clutching his cheek.
" Ah, I'm so sorry Luka! Well, technically it was your fault for scaring me, but I'm still sorry." I half-apologised to Luka while he stood up from the ground, " so, why are you here? From the way you acted during lunch I thought you hated me." I laughed nervously.
" that's actually why I'm here." Luka said as we started walking down the sidewalk. I looked at him curiously as I waited for him to continue, " I'm sorry for the way I acted, I'm not really used to people talking to me.".
" It's fine, I'm not really used to being talked too either." I sighed. We didn't talk for a while after that, we just walked in comfortable silence.

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