The Arcane Society

Chapter 4

June 9th, Science

I was claimed as my Science teacher's 2nd favorite student next to this smart girl named Lauren. I felt awesome, but only slightly. I seemed to be the only girl who watched The Fault in our Stars and didn't cry. Nella called me out for it on Friday and named me "Soulless", even though she meant "Heartless." She said she was joking, but those words cut deep, especially her being my 2nd best friend. Maybe I am heartless, but I guess all that silent crying at night was what hardened me into a cold and dark person. You can't trust everyone, you know.

3rd hour

Another girl named Reagan started to talk about NJHS, so she tuned everyone in.

"I'm going to be making a speech on Leadership, Kaylee is on Honesty and Julia is on Caring."

That last phrase sounded wrong. Julia, in my prespective, was a sarcastic work of art.

"I...no..." I knew what sharp-tongued remark I was going to use, but it would offend her.

"What?" Reagan asked flatly.

"I was going to say something offenseive, but I shouldn't." I replied.

"What was it?" She asked, a mix of curiousness and annoyance.

"Julia, caring? I stand to disagree." I said calmly. I'm used to keeping a straight face on in pressure, but on the inside, I was expecting a array of insults coming in.

The group around Reagan and I fell silent.

"Why?" Reagan replies. I could list five reasons off the bat!

"She treats different people with respect, but others," I shake my head in disbelief, "she treats them like morons."

"Does this have to do with Basketball?" Annoyance was more apparent.

"This has NOTHING to do with basketball. Stop trying to change the subject!" I shot back. I cooled to a low hiss. "Look, everyone is entitled to their own opinions. You might think she is a great friend, and I think she is a sarcastic spoiled leader, but it's a free country and nothing is able to keep me from saying what's on my mind."

6th Hour

Kayla and I were paired together in an African Round Table Discussion. Out of the multitude of countries, we chose Togo. I laughed to myself about comparing the terms Togo and toga.

Bus ride

I dash to the bus and work on my Art homework.

"Can I sit here?" A voice asks after a while. I look up and a decent looking 8th grader looks down at me. I dash move my lunch bag

"Sure." I was a bit sick of the 7th grade population as of right then and there.

I look at his stuff, in his scrawled handwriting I manage to make out a Joseph.

"Sorry, I'm just working on my sketchbook homework. I'm Elisabeth, by the way." I stuff my sketchbook into my backpack.

"Joseph. Don't you think the new bus stops are stupid?" He asks. His voice, light and soft like raindrops on a window pane.

"Haha, yeah, we added more four stops, why do we need more? These stops are just a redundancy."

He laughs. "Nice ryhme. Don't look now, but we have a goddamn traffic jam." I look back and a line of cars cover our bus route.

I laugh back. "Yeah."

We started talking about Art and photography.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" He asks.

"A lawyer or judge. You?"

"An actor or engineer." *cough* The Squirrel is an actor! *cough. I push that thought back. Stop it!

"Cool!" The bus stops and he stands up.

"Nice meeting you, Elisabeth."

"You too!"

And the 7th grade teachers said the 8th graders were terrible!

Sorry for the short chapters, they're about to become even shorter with Summer on it's way! Six more pain-filled, torture-inducing work at this prison I call Jr. High. I promise to TRY to post everyday, if I can. Otherwise, enjoy these few more chapters!

-TheSkippingStone aka Elisabeth