The Pestilence

Chapter 1 | Jordan

Chapter 1

Waiting for that minute to finally reach 1:47 is pure insanity-counting the seconds and huffing as it goes by entirely way too slow. I think my classmates were truly trying to just stay awake for as long as they can and honestly I can't blame them.

The only light shining from the projector above the Smartboard probably was an add to making us tired. At least we we're watching a movie besides listening to dull lectures from our teacher. The screen showed us old medieval drawings of people being thrown into graves and a man with a bird mask, a plague doctor, or as some cultured individuals like myself like to call him; SCP-049.

The plague that was so deadly that it could have wiped out humanity. The documentary showed old paintings of people being thrown into a literal hell hole with screams in the background. Well you can at least they made some cool art pieces.

"Looks fun down there," a whisper behind me in the dark spoke, followed by a humored chuckle. I turned around to face a pouting girl wearing a Harry Potter hat-Slytherin. The new girl in school hasn't been here for long, maybe 2-3 days. She hasn't opened up to anyone-not that I know of so far.

Well I guess she did now.

"You and I have a different definition of fun." I whispered back, smiling to myself

"Does that mean my fun is better?" She asked, grinning at me with her pearly whites. Her teeth were covered by braces, white ones.

"It makes you either a masochist or a sadist. Probably both. ''

She rolled her eyes and offered her caramel colored hand, the nails either bitten or picked off. "Jayden, but Jay is fine." She said after a moment, giving a nervous grin.

"I have a brother with the same name. So at least I won't be confused." I went to shake her hand and she pulled it back and slide against the side of her head. The curls however swallowed her hand.

"Sike." She smirked at me. I just got betrayed with small talk and a fake hand shake from the new girl.

I turn away to keep watching the documentary. The teacher blankly looking at his own computer, some students are on their phones (not that I blame them) or chatting away.

"C'mon, gimme your name" The girl behind me whined, leaning forward from her seat to rest her chin on my shoulder. Her shampoo smelled like starburst.

"You just betrayed me within two seconds of getting to know you with a fake handshake. Especially the hand shake,'' I say quietly, looking away from her with a playful frown.

"I'm sorryyyy. I'll make it up to you." She whined. I looked back and she was actually giving me a pouty face.

And I'm a sucker for pouty faces.

"I'm Jordan-you better make up those seconds,"

The bell rang and everyone who was once quiet exploded enough energy to hurry up and leave the class. The teacher raised their voice to tell us about the homework-something about finishing the paper about the plague. But we are all focused on getting the hell outta here.

I was able to get outside after escaping the huge flood of body odor and hormones to be greeted by the beaming heat of the sun. I didn't see my brother or my friends nearby, and being too tired after this long day, I didng bother waiting and walked back home.

I put on my headphones and listened to some music. Today I feel like I'm in a dark country mood. I tapped on Awake O' Sleeper.

Oh Abraham would raise his hands;