Supernaturals

Chapter 1

 Chapter 1

“Ms. Sherwood? Ms. Sherwood!” My English teacher, Mr. Farley, loudly calls from across the classroom.

My attention is immediately caught and I’m jolted from my little dreamland. “Yes, Mr. Farley?” I ask quietly looking up at my teacher – he was in his late 50’s, balding at the top of his head and wrinkles creasing around his eyes.

“Will you answer the question Ms Sherwood?” he curtly asks.

“Uh... well... what was the question?” I ask stupidly.

“Well you should have been listening! Then you would know!” he says angrily, pacing around the front of the room as he talks. “However, since I’m feeling nice today I guess I’ll tell you again, but this is the last time so you better be listening, if you’re able to.”

Dick, I thought angrily as he recites the question, out of a book --- clearly he’s too stupid to think of a question himself.

“’Why do you think the queen fell in love with Viola?’” he reads.

I tried to think of everything I knew about the play ‘The 12th Night’ but nothing came to mind. Damn, I thought to myself, I probably should listen in class more.

“Um,” I said hesitantly, “I’m not sure about that one.”

“Well then!” he says in that tone that shows he’s happy I don’t know the answer and he gets to embarrass me – what an ass. “I guess you should have been listening! Would someone care to explain the answer to Ms Sherwood? Anyone? Oh, how about you Melissa?” He happily said pointing towards Melissa who had raised her hand.

“The reason was because Viola had dressed up like her brother, and the queen thought it was the brother, so she fell in love with her.” Melissa said in that matter-of-fact tone glaring at me the whole time.

Wow, she really does hate me, but what did I even do to her? Ugh, my day couldn’t get any worse, I thought as my head started to pound. However, I was clearly mistaken because a moment later my phone in my back pocket goes off.

“Oh shit!” I mutter under my breath as Mr. Farley storms towards me, the vein in his neck starting to pulse from his anger.

“Whitney!” He shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the small classroom. “Out! Just get out of my classroom!”

I sigh. This class sucks so much. Quickly trying not to make him anymore mad I collect my binder and leave my English class.

Obediently, I walked to my locker and threw my books inside. Then I walked into the girl’s washroom.

It was basically empty; only one other girl was there. She quickly washed her hands then left. Finally I was alone. Sighing I walked to the mirror. I tasseled my straight chestnut hair that went down just past my shoulders. Then added lip-gloss hoping it would make my lips look a bit fuller. I was just about to leave the washroom with I noticed something weird. I moved closer to the mirror, wondering if I was just seeing things, but I wasn’t, my eyes, which were normally a greeny-blue -- almost like the water in the tropics --, were different. I still had my usual greeny-blue eye colour, but around my pupil was yellow and not one of those browny-yellows that some people have. It was a bright electric yellow that surrounded my pupil, and my pupil, which was normally regular size, was tiny.

What’s going on? I wondered. I inspected my eyes for a little longer when suddenly they went back to normal. What the hell? Maybe this headache is just messing with me.