Extinct Love

Chapter 3

In the previous Chapter, Mark And Becca made their way out of the Art room. However, on the way out, Mark became intrigued  towards the new girl. Rebecca was flustered at the sight of Mark interests towards the Siria.
Lets see what the Siria thought about the situation

SIRIA'S POV

It was my first day of school and I woke up late. Somethings never really change.
Rubbing my eyes gently, I rose from my stead and went into the kitchen.
There werent anyone but a note stuck onto the fridge.

"I'll be out acting on your Father's behalf in court today. Get ready for school dear. Love you."

After that note, I got ready and left my lonely household.
Why did dad had to be so impudent back then?
I just wished the family was together, but everyone had thier problems. 

Upon entering Scarlet's High, alot of faces stared distinctly at me considering I was a transfer student from Toronto, Canada. I just couldnt believe, Miami of all places I'd move to, atleast I was able drench my lonliness at the beach with friends...I hoped to acquire that day.
    I was lost the first day, looking at it now, I shouldve just went the orientation. However, I just walked aimlessly around hoping to make friends, But no one seemed to show much of a friendly eye.

"Dammit. Cant anyone help me out? Smh"I whispered to myself.
I felt outcasted, that nobody would help me. It's not that I wanted to be popular or anything. After everything that happened to me the last couple years, it wouldve been nice to show a geniune smile.

I decided to explore the top floors and see if theres any music rooms I can use to drift my thoughts away from what already seemed to be darkened.
As I made my way to the staircase, a bunch of blonde girls looked at me crossed eye and hissed. At first, I thought it was a greeting but then everyone else avoided eye contact with them so I assumed they were the highschool bitches.

It's been my first day and there werent many good looking dudes either though, there was one cute guy I saw earlier. Hmm. Mr.Popular I suppose?

After I went to the top floor, I headed directly to the music room. Unfortuneately, It was locked. So the next best thing was the art room. On my way, I saw the same boy earlier, his lucious brown hair and Tall bulky structure was quite difficult to miss. He was much more cute up close, but he was all the way down the aisle and When I decided to wave, my body decided to move out of sight. "What the hell. Why couldnt I wave?" I said to myself.
Remembering that little moment, his face was similar to mines, a lost soul being carried by a vessel, nothing but a distant being wanting to find out the reasoning behind his being.

I took another glance and he was gone with another short, Black haired thick girl.
"Could that be his girlfriend?"I wondered rubbing my cheeks on my shoulder.

Walking along the aisle, I saw a spectacular trophy case, many won by a kid named Mark Winston. " Woah. This kid is a beast in Football." I said impressed.
The entrance to the art room was hard to miss , actually, it was the most decorated door Ive seen all my life.

I entered the room,and my entire eyes lit up at the huge interior, filled with amazing eye catching pieces, and the architecture made the actual room seemed like an art piece itself. The room was well organized and was fully modelled to resemble a forest landscape. 

A glance around the room and I swore I saw two people behind a massive spiral pillar with my peripheral vision. Maybe it was the lighting? The room looked vacant as well.

I heard whispering also. "Could that boy be in here?"I thought.

The bell rang and an announcement was made for students to assemble in the hall. "Great" I said out loud.