Life Is Strange: Three Lucky Numbers

Chapter Five

Before you begin, Sorry for any grammar, and spelling errors, I'd also like to say that I switched one thing up. From now on I will be writing in the first person. I grew accustomed to the first person, so it was very difficult to write in the second person. Now, you can continue reading :)

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Frank dropped me off at Blackwell Academy. Of course, he didn't drop me off in the front, but he dropped me off at least a block away. It gave me enough to smoke a whole cigarette during the walk.

As I arrived at the front of Blackwell, I placed the butt of my cigarette on the road and squished it before walking up the stairs. I look up the stairs and notice some kids standing there, and along the railing. 'Lunchtime' I thought. I begin to walk up the stairs, and I already feel the stares from the students.

I reach the top of the stairs, revealing ¼ of the actual campus. I look around the areas, scanning across different teen groups. Then, I finally saw her. She's sitting with what seems to be the "cool kids". But that doesn't intimidate me. Spoiled and rich Blackwell students don't intimidate me.

I place my hands in front of my mouth, forming a tunnel-like gesture, allowing me to throw my voice farther than usual. "Rachel!" I yell out loud, causing more eyes to land on me. She looks towards my direction. It must have taken her a while because she didn't have much of a reaction. A few seconds later, she jumped up from the ground and ran to me. Once she got to me, she jumped and embraced me into a hug. "You made it!" she exclaimed into my ear, causing it to ring. I cringed and slightly pushed her away. She apologizes and begins to pull you towards her spot. The group consisted of three people, including Rachel. She began to introduce them to me, and vice versa.

I ended up talking with her and her friends. I eventually realized that they're the drama club or something along the lines. And as always, I got the same question, "Do you go to school?" It has always become a recurring question since 8th grade, so I grew accustomed to it, but it still bothers me from time to time.

Eventually, their lunch has ended, so I too had to leave. Before leaving, Rachel took me to a slightly secluded area. She looked around before talking. "Where were you? Like, right before you came here?" She questions. I give her a confused look. "Nowhere. Why?" I ask. Rachel then pulled out a mirror. "You have a lot of hickies on your neck," she says right before giving me the mirror. And she's right. There's about twenty hickies. My face grew with embarrassment. I was in front of Frank, and Blackwell students with these all over my neck. "Do they hurt?" She genuinely asks. I hide the marks with my arm. "No.". Rachel continues to stare. "Are you going to hide them?" She continues to ask. "Umm," I begin to think about it. "No, I don't know how to." Rachel hummed in response. She then grabbed my hand. "Come with me, and hide your neck." She says as she pulls me towards the school. I stop in protest. Rachel then looks at me in confusion. "I don't go here," I say. Rachel continued to pull me. "They won't care. Just as long as you're not seen by the principle." I laugh in response.

I only laugh because I know where the principal resides. Right by the entrance. And I only know that because I tried to attend this school, but was turned down as my family wasn't financially well off like these kids here. "Fine, take me in," I say. Rachel responds in a laugh before fully pulling me inside.

After Rachel pulled me inside, she snuck me around the school. But the majority of the teachers thought I was a new student, or genuinely didn't give a care in the world. But after all that, Rachel managed to take me into the drama club room.

The room looks really fancy. Velvet curtains, along with other velvet looking cloth. Rachel's friends are in here, along with others. Some of them smiled at me, some of them didn't. Then, Rachel quickly pulled me into another room, which was behind the stage thing?

The room seems to be a dressing room of a sort, as it had multiple large mirrors with makeup lights around it, costumes are hanging around, makeup is scattered around, and sheets of paper is also lying around.

Rachel led me to her own station and made me sit in her chair. She steps back and stares at me. She gave me the okay to lower my arm from my neck, thus revealing the "love" marks on my neck. Rachel hums. "Your skin is a little/darker than mine. I'm going to go ask around for some foundation and powder," Before Rachel left, you told her to wait. She questions why. "Well, I'm just going to go home anyway, I don't need the makeup. And if my (guardian) asks, I'll just tell them that I have a girlfriend or something." Rachel crosses her arms and smiles at me. "Are you sure?" she questions. "Yes, I am" I smile back. "Fine," she says.

After a couple minutes of visiting, her instructor began calling for her. Rachel stands up and stretches. I stand with her. "Well, you better get going, before you get caught." She says as she walks you toward a white metal door in the corner. I look above it to see a sign that says "Exit". I opened the door, revealing the outside world and letting the sunlight flood the room. "Hey, Y/n, I won't be able to hang out with you until this weekend. The dorm found out about my disappearance, so now I'm on lockdown, but I'll be able to message you" Rachel says with a saddened smile. I smile back at her, "Okay, sounds good to me. Besides, I wouldn't want you to see me around with any more hickies." I say with a slight chuckle.

Eventually, I had to leave. So, I and Rachel exchanged our farewells before leaving our separate ways. I went back home, hiding my neck from my (guardian), which was extremely hard. And I'm assuming Rachel continued to be in her drama world.

I lay in my room, furious about these marks, so I ended up calling Damon. The only response I got was, "I can give you more" and other similar remarks by Damon. Which I didn't agree, nor deny any of his suggestions.

After my call with Damon, I continued to lay in my room thinking about my day. The day didn't go good, but it also didn't go bad. Granted, the situation with Damon was bad, but I have to admit, he is attractive, in his own way. I just hope I don't fall off my path and start using drugs again.