Lost Realms

6.Flying Sparks

Julie

I slammed my locker door and started to walk to my next class. The slamming didn't help my nerves cool down which really badly wanted to create chaos.

Of all the people in the world, it had, to be Delphi!

I went into the class and took my place. Miss Jenne was playing our weekly video of "the enacted history of the world by really bad actors" That wasn't the actual name of it but it was bad so we called it that.

Most of the people in the class were fast asleep and if miss Jenne saw it she ignored it and was doing something at her desk. She too probably wanted some much needed free time.

It was completely normal for us. Then I took out my sketchbook and started doodling cause I was really not interested in the boring video when a piece of balled paper hit me on the head. 'Ow!' I opened the paper and saw two words. Behind you.

I turned my head and saw Becca her expression said
I know somethings wrong and you better tell me what it is

I smiled. She knew me too well. I lipped "break" and "coffee". She smiled and nodded then turned back in front to see the damned video.

I turned back to my book and continued doodling. But I noticed the drawings were more like... symbols?

Is something wrong with me?

A voice in my head said
'You know you're different'

Does that really matter?

You know it does.

Why?
I got no reply.

I signed. Maybe I was just tired with all these crazy things and started talking to myself.

I closed my book and lifted my head up to see the projection for the rest of the class before I went crazy.

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I held the coffee between my hands letting its warmth seep through me.

The semester was coming to an end. Exams were done and now we just had to go through a few most days of boredom and then summer break would start.

I told Becca about what happened this morning. She was totally against Delphi coming over. She herself had gotten a dose of what we called "The Delphinium cruse"

Yup, Delphi's full name is Delphinium. Delphinium Elizabeth Wilson. Who would have thought that the devil herself would be named after a flower?

Becca and I were once digging a hole behind the mansion to plant a tree sapling when the devil had come. She had called up Becca's parents and told them how their daughter was spoiling her by being unladylike.

Of course, uncle geo had called up Becca's parents to apologize for her rude behaviour. So everything was back to normal.

I looked at her now. She was stirring her coffee. She looked up and said
'You could stay at my house, right? You've done that before. We can even pull out the mattresses and sleep in the backyard in the tents like we always do'.