⚛When Worlds Collide⚛ Bmc Fanfic (POSTPONED)

⚛⚛A Perfect Day to Walk⚛⚛

A/n: the name Daevani is pronounced (day voni) and the last name DeHerrera is pronounced (dee hu rare uh) just to help y'all.
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"How do you all feel about this?"
"Um, scared?"
"Nah, I feel angry. Like, why would anyone ever do that?"
"But, if there's one thing I know... It's that a person from another dimension wouldn't try to hurt us with magic!"
"That's EXACTLY what that means!"

What the hell is anyone even talking about? I think to myself looking up from my book. I stare at the student faces which seem pretty scarred. I can also hear the distinct chatter about some guy breaking into the school and doing some black magic stuff. My eyes then focus on the white board which has the date and a bunch of large curly lines that are supposed to be words. I gently shut my book placing my hand on the cover to then decode what the curly lines actually say. I know you all are thinking "Well just read it; dummy", which I totally get; but this is serious because I have terrible dislexia. Then again I also don't have my glasses yet. (Which is honestly a story for another time!) All I could make out of the curly lines was: oHw oD oYu eleF? I kept blinking and squinting to make out the words: How Do You Feel? What is this; therapy? Wait. Is this about the guy who some how secretly broke into the school, during school hours, and did some Houdini on one the the students lockers!? But I think I know how the teachers feel... sorry their lazy ass security system is too out-dated its like from the freaking 90's. All rusted and shit.

"Daevani! Would you care to tell the class your emotions or thoughts about this event?" Mrs. Keehn called, bringing my attention to her pushed up nose expression. I wanted to say some sly remark that got the whole class into a riot, but instead stuttered out a bunch of nervous gibberish.

"Um, I mean, I feel intrigued...Well, I think that they were obviously lookin for something or trying to get someone's attention?" I repeat more confidently. The teacher is taken a back for some reason about how I said I felt intrigued. She then tries to play it off and leans on her desk at the front of the class. But she leans in closer to me since I sit in the fourth desk away from the board at the front. (Which is where her desk is) The teacher then goes off and starts to tell the class that if there is anything they need to say, they go to the teacher about it. Like that would help anyone's cause of catching that culprit. Soon after the kids all start to rise, causing me to loose focus on my in-voice conversation and search the classroom of the cause. I realize that everyone is grabbing their stuff and exiting through both doors of the classroom and realize: "The bell just rung." Second period here we come! Which is the most embarrassing thing to learn or teach.... HEALTH.

TIME SKIP:

Well Health wasn't as horrible as I hoped. This kid named Sage, who sits next to me in class started to play porn on his phone and turned the volume up all of the way. So it was very comedic for the teacher to keep asking "Who is that?" over and over until he got caught. Then after that he started to tell me about how he met his girlfriend on XBox which I said was really dumb. But we both just laughed it off and had a good time roasting people in the class, cause we didn't give a fucK. When class was over he gave me his username on Instagram. 3rd period, Typing Club, also wasn't too bad, except for the people in class roasting each other about Fortnite. (Seriously these kids won't shut the hell up about this game!) Also, the constant disapproval about me and my friend and how fast I type. What can I say, I rule at typing. For real...no one has beat me in a typing game or lesson! During 3rd it snowed cause god damned Colorado. (We have some weird ass weather) 4th was on its way.... Book Club. Which isn't too bad except for the teacher and the dumb ass students. My best friend in that school was there. Her name is Alani. She's dope as hell! Me and her have known each other since sixth grade until she moved half way in the year. Then I met her here when I moved because of the wreck I got into. It made me switch schools. Bit the bitch ass students in that class, I can't handle. They all say "I don't like reading!" or some petty bullshit like "Readings for some retards." When they are depressed and crippled not knowing how to read, they gonna be fucked. You all know I be keepin it real... Percy Jackson of course. 5th period Geography wasn't what what I was expecting. It was the whole class getting into some argument about some stupid political stuff, is what surprised me. 6th I fell asleep, because for real it was Math so. Finally, 7th period Science! Which no joke, is an all B O Y S class. With me being the only wamen, which has its own perks because literally all of the girls at that school are Super Petty™. We always have fun in that class, mainly because our teacher is huge MARVEL fan; which everyone is in that class and showed us clips of the new Avenger's Endgame trailer. Then had a huge discussion of what we think will happen in the movie. But one thing I found really repetitive through each period was how they all at some point brought up the Houdini guy. Finally, it was Mrs. Murray's turn to talk about it with us.

"So! I know since this morning rumors have been going around about that man and the magic and some students locker. But, we have all been required to speak about it with all of you, to share you're emotions with us." Immediately the room went quiet and everyone stopped working on their partner project. I turned to my partner Simon, who was in the middle of a conversation about Dragon Balls Z because he really likes Dragon. He looked worried or confused, but I ignored and made some witty joke about the Houdini guy making him snort.

"Daevani! Is there something you would like to share with the class?" Mrs. Murray raised her voice a little, making me over exaggerate me being startled. She rolled her eyes while everyone tried to stifle a laugh, making me smile proudly.

"Well?" Mrs. Murray asked once again about my "feelings".

"Um, I feel confused? I don't know. Are we really supposed to know how we feel about this situation? And why do you guys even care about 'how we feel'?" I state, clearly frustrated and confused. Soon the whole class got quiet then burst out into a fully-fleged argument with everybody. Then just as if on cue the bell rang dismissing us out of our chairs. I grabbed my binder and swung the stings around both of my shoulders, avoiding eye-contact with anyone including the teacher. I realized I was the only one in class because everyone was clearly excited to get home on a Friday. The teacher stared at me for a long moment until she took a deep breath and sighed it out.

"You know that if you did that stunt with the lockers the other day, you can just tell me." She spoke with a hint if sorrow, making me pick my head up. I looked into her eyes with disbelief trying to find the reason as to her thinking out of anyone in this school of would be me.

"Huh? Why do yo-? Wait, you think that I did that!?"

"Well, the teachers are certainly concerned about your behavior since you have been here." I knew what she was talking about. When I first came to this school, I had some really weird things happed to me, like strange things you would see happening in a MARVEL movie with the hero. Things that would happen to like Percy Jackson in the first book. Always getting in trouble and no one believing him and being labeled a Problem Child. But I can't believe of all the people at this school my favorite teacher thinks I am trouble too....

"Leave. Enjoy your weekend Davey." Mrs. Murray spoke losing my train of thought. I just nodded my head and said "You too." I made out the building in time to see my bus leaving the sidewalk parking place for the buses. (Idk what they are called)

"WAIT! HOLD UP! DON'T!" I yelled as far as my voice would carry onto the open streets.

"I can't walk home."