Rise of the Undead Wizards

7# The Poignant Truth.

Quamel's POV:

I was finally out in the compound. If I stay at school any longer, I'll become rabid. I was fuming; my blood was simmering, and smoke was probably coming out of my ears. How dare Tom?! He had the fudging nerve to pin me against the wall, and shout at me for having a voice in my head? I mean, hellooo, everyone has it. Even Mr. GreenEyes himself. I swear, even if a butterfly blocks my path, I'll tear its wings apart, and chew it whole down and spit it out on some chubby kid's face whose nose is drooling. How vivid. Oh, shut the fuck up, Sam! I'm in no mood to entertain your lame comments; shove it up your ass and go suck a dick! Geez, someone is in those mood-swinging times of the month. I growled, and threw the trash bin over my head. That's normal, right?

I caught some college kid staring at my outburst. I smirked; finally, someone to bully.

"Liking what you are seeing, buddy? Turning you on, am I?" I wanted some punchbag to dump my anger on.

"You need to see a therapist for your anger management issues." He murmured. Ah, sassy. Let the fun begin.

I went up to him and shoved him-hard and planted my knee in his ribcage, hoping I broke a bone or two. I needed to give someone a piece of my mind.

"Maybe you can take me." I shot him a glare and a wicked 'I-dare-you-to-talk-further' smile. It would normally set people on edge and make them run away from me like a maniac. And that's exactly what he did. I smirked to myself, pleased with the fact I could manipulate everyone in doing what I wanted them to do in the first place. Finally, something that makes you... not angry. I think you mean happy. Nope, happy is blissful. You are not happy, at least not yet. Wow, way to ruin the mood, Sam. Just stating the facts, love. You were visibly nearly 'happy' when you were messing with Tom in the biology lab. Seriously?! Every damn thing always has to revert back to Tom, doesn't it? It was irritating. I snatched the music buds out of my pocket's grasp, and shoved them into my ears. I had to drown out the world and an a-hole named Sam. You know, I can hear everything what you are saying, right? I scowled. It was nice to see no one in the surrounding backgrounds; I hated people. I have no idea as to how Xenelle can tolerate stupid people's shit and stupid people themselves. They were a pretty expanding species. Ohhhh, Xenelle. I had to tell her that I was going back to my foster-house. I will never consider it to be mine. Grabbing my phone, I whipped out the text,

*At home... Won't come to school for the rest of today, don't wait up for me.*

I immediately got a reply; its not like Xenelle to text in the middle of a class. Oh, the wonders Lucas does to her. I smiled.

*You could have told me a bit sooner, the school ended early today. We had a fire-drill. I got stuffs to tell you, where are you?*

*Nowhere. Tell me later; I'm a bit saturated today.*

I got a beep, but I didn't bother to remove my phone again. I didn't want to chat with anyone right now, not even Xenelle.

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I dumped everything on my bed as I made my way to the kitchen. I tore open the refrigerator and peered in side to find my strawberry milk. How do people love chocolate milk? It was way too overrated. Strawberry milk was the new elixir to my life. It made me feel like a God, even after the shittiest day. Strawberry milk and dry chocolate-cornflakes made me feel happy in the way no other food could. Might as well kneel down on one knee, with a diamond-platinum ring and express your undying love for strawberries. They might be the only thing capable of standing you. For all you know, they could also be the only ones to accept you proposal. I rolled my eyes. If strawberries are the only thing that can stand me, what are you still doing here? I don't even love you half as much as strawberries. Ouch. That hurt, love. I smirked. Sam was the only witty soul- voice- around that I was, regrettably, fond of. Ooohh, I take that as a compliment, Q.