Demon Hunterz

Chapter 2: School days

The next day arrives shortly. I sit in the middle of History class. Stationed three seats from the rear end of the room. It was a rather mild day anyways. About half of the class is busy somewhere else. Participating in some science fair a few floors down. Nerding it up with their sci-fi talk. The other majority had better things to do and decided to stay.

I already knew most of them went to go talk to their buddies. I on the other hand, chose a different path. Instead of spending half an hour walking around, looking at arts and crafts and god knows how many reused paper volcanoes, why not spend it here getting some much needed sleep? I mean, who would wanna pass that up? Sleep is awesome!

The teacher was droning on about the French revolution and on how some dude named Napoleon came into power. I was already daydreaming halfway in. Imagining me, Freddie Mason, going toe to toe with Napoleon in a fist fight.

"Take that, Napoleon." I mumble, throwing a weak punch, while slumped on my desk.

The girl sitting next to me fail to notice me. Not like she cared. She was busy jotting notes like a madmen. Face bent low. Eyes fixed on her paper. Writing away with rapid-fire strokes of her pen across her notebook. I was sure she was bound to start a fire sooner or later.

Good! That would mean a fire drill. And if that happens, I can play hooky and leave this dump! Maybe take a leisurely stroll through the arcade at the mall. Or head over to one of my friend's house, and see where the day takes us.

Before long, I find myself thinking about the events from last night. Wondering how did the vase fall and break in the first place.

I even cracked a joke with Samantha this morning. Claiming a second time that a ghost must have done it. She reacted just as expected. By punching me in the arm. Hard.

I know. Silly right? But something keeps telling me that there is more to it than that. Even when I ruled out the bulger. Since we had no luck finding our intruder in the house. Nor did we find any signs of forced entry. No broken windows. No unhinged doors. Not a thing. Nothing else makes sense to me. Besides the fact that maybe something else is at work here. Something (dare I say!) supernatural. 

Another thing that strikes me as peculiar is how my father made no fuss over the broken vase. All he did this morning was simply stare at it, shook his head in disappointment, and went out the door.

I should be thankful that I got off the hook. But it doesn't feel quite right. I should be punished for my actions. A scolding at least. Tell me 'to stop fooling around!' or 'That was awful what you did, Freddie. For that, your summer is cancelled.' 

(Okay, maybe not that extreme, but you catch my drift right?) Something along the lines of that would be the normal thing to do. It's to be expected! 

Even though I didn't do it...

Class ends. I sluggishly pace myself through the crowded halls. Tuning out all the usual loud chatter around me. My mind still stuck on last night. So much so, that I didn't even realize I was already strolling my way through the double doors to the cafeteria, and past the lunch tables to the only people I needed to see.