Demons

Chapter 4- New Kids

I feel alone again...

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Amy's POV-

     Poppy halted her paces for a second, shrugged off her backpack and unzipped a pocket, where she rummaged around. "What are you looking for?" I asked with a puzzled frown. "I need to check if I have my essay! It's very important!" She responded without looking up from her task, I leaned over her, "Hurry up or we're gonna be late." Poppy's thin fingers pulled out a dirty wrinkled candy wrapper, she tossed it aside. The wind blew it away before it could even touch the ground.

     I gazed up, the sky was overcast, ashy clouds foamed across the sky, a heavy blanket. I had managed to push away the withering burn, that twisted like snakes to the back of my mind, but it reverberated in my head. I stumbled forward a few steps.

"Amy, are OK?" all at once Poppy was in front me her hands on my shoulders, steading me. "We can always skip school if you don't feel well, go to my house." Concern was etched into her features . I plastered a smile on my face and shook my head. "No, I'm fine, just a head ache, that's all. Nothing to worry about."

She seemed skeptical, "If you're absolutely certain." I nodded, she turned to pick up her backpack then spun around again to face me, "But if you feel shitty, you'll tell me, Ok?"

"Alright."

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     First period was World History, I wasn't very good at it and was convinced that the teacher, Mrs. Rogers, had it out for me. She had frizzy red hair that added an extra three inches to her height, a long nose that could poke someone's eye out and a voice even more shrill than the bell. My assigned seat was positioned close to the back. The desks were in pairs. There were many empty ones.

     There was general chatter in the room when Mrs. Rogers walked in, "OK, class settle down." she cleared her throat, a rough sound. When no listened so went over to her desk, grabbed a ruler that lay there and smack it down, it made a sound akin to that of a slamming door. The jabber abruptly stopped, and the teenagers whipped around so fast some may have gotten whiplash to face Mrs. Rogers.

     "That's more like it." She gently put the ruler back on the desk. "Since gossip travels fast, you may have heard that we're getting new students now"- She glared at everyone, her gaze landing on me- "to be nice, we all know how hard it is to move to a new school where you don't know anybody." The class nodded.

     Her lips stretched into a thin smile, "Excellent, now turn your textbook to page 367 and quietly read to yourself until the end of the chapter, I'll be passing out a worksheet that will correspond to the Module" She clipped down the pairs of desks in her shoes, they clacked across the polished floor, "I expect it to be completed."

     As I was retrieving the textbook a packet dropped on my desk, it looked to be made up of three pages stapled together, I looked at the papers with a feeling of dread,

There's no way I can finish this before the end of class...gesh, I'm only human. Might as well get half points.

     Mr. Rogers, having achieved her goal in passing out papers, now sat ramrod straight in her chair and glared out daggers. I got a pencil and opened to page 367. A dull ache was already making itself known in my head. I let out a groan. A little too loud.

     The weight of Mrs. Roger's gaze piecing landed on me. "Amy, do you have something to say?" An irrational anger boiled through my blood. I breathed in and made sure my voice was steady before responding to the shrill voiced teacher, "With all due respect Mrs. Rogers I don't believe it's possible to be done with this worksheet by the end of class."