That Makes Three

Chapter Six

The next day was better. When I woke up the sunlight was streaming in, notifying me that today was going to be warm. It had been so cold lately for no reason. But that was Pennsylvania for you. Bag packed from the day before all I had to do was get dressed and make breakfast. Opening the fridge I took out the eggos, syrup and orange juice. Popping three waffles into the toaster I pushed them down before catching site of my reflection. My strawberry blonde hair fell in beach wave curtains on either side of my face. Which was fine, it was my normal look but the big eighties style glasses were making me look much younger then I was. Grimacing I took them off, but as soon as I did everything blurred badly and my eyes strained to focus on anything. Sighing I put them back on and pulled my hair up into a ponytail.

Demolishing two waffles and chasing them down with orange juice I took the third one to go. When I got in my car I put my bag next to me and paused. My seat was so far back I couldn't reach the pedals. My face warmed. Why was it that Roman Godfrey left traces of himself wherever he went? I could even smell him. The smell was a mixture of sweet cologne and his cigarettes. Adjusting my seat I turned the engine on and was off within a couple of minutes.

When I got to school the big brick building  cast a cold shadow over the parking lot, blocking the sun. I sighed. Taking my bag and tissue wrapped waffle with me through the halls. When I walked in there were sniggers, but overall, people just stepped out of my way when they saw me coming. The only good thing about this shitty school was that although eyes were on me and whispers were carrying through the air, they were all too afraid to come near me and say it to my face. That had to be thanks to my first vision. Sending me into a screaming fit and period of hysteria that the teacher was going to be tied up and beaten to death. The following week her husband went to jail and the whole school was invited to her funeral. After that people began to think I was a witch. Or mental. Or both. Either way I was labelled as a freak and ever since then I had been... alone. Getting to my locker I placed the waffle between my teeth and twisted the knob.

"Those are thick." At the sound of Peter Rumancek's voice I smiled, taking a bite of the waffle and turning to him. Looking at his face quickly I felt everything inside me twist in a good way. The one good thing about new people in town meant they didn't know anybody, and I'd have a chance at friendship, until the locals got their hands on them. But Peter was different. They categorised him as a freak too, which meant we bonded over our mutual loneliness. A part of me still thinks he only hangs out with me because when he does they don't bully him but, I didn't mind. It was just nice to talk to somebody.

"That's what she said. Um, I ran out of contacts so - chunky 80's glasses it is." I said, adjusting them. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared for a second.

"They suit you." I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." I said, taking a textbook out my locker and closing it.

"Anyway, I have your English notes - I even tried to write them clearly and elaborate but by the end of the class I was loosing the will to live. Also, we have a test today." He said, searching around in his bag and pulling out a bunch of papers. I sighed, taking them and looking over them quickly.

"Great. And I'm guessing it's on the stuff we did yesterday."

"And counts for half are final grade. Totally." Sighing I handed my waffle to him and safely filed away the notes.

"Well, looks like I'm going home after lunch. Let's call it a twenty four hour bug."

"Or not." I looked up confused.

"What do you mean?" He looked slyly around the corridor before taking a step closer and lowering his voice.

"You can sit next to me and copy the answers if you want." I beamed.

"I like the way you think Rumancek."

"I can't promise an A, but you'll pass. Just about." He added as an after thought. When the bell rang I slung my bag over my shoulder.

"I'll see you later - save me a seat at lunch!" I yelled as I ran down the now empty corridor.