Mermaids and Cigarets

Chapter 14

        Marcy walked to school with a bit of a spring in her step. Which usually never happened. The sun was dimmer today and it didnt burn her skin as much as it used to. Dark clouds were silently approching and Marcy kept glancing back in anticipation as if they were going to assault her. She picked up her pace and swallowed, the bitter test of the eggs were almost forcing their way back up her throat. "Marcy.", a familiar but shocking voice came from behind her. She jumped. It was Brody.

        "You scared me, what's up?" she said, her eyes smiling with the greeting. Brody seemed like the one who should be scared. They were both approaching the school now along with other students and their engine reving cars. "That's new, never been able to scare you like that before.", he said, hands dug into his pockets. Marcy laughed, the first time she had in ages. She winced though, when the pain from her scalp returned. "Yeah never thought about that.", Marcy said. They entered the building, Brody in his dark blue jeans and blinding yellow pullover hoody, held the door open for Marcy and she was greeted with a screaming Portia. "Marcy. Oh my god, you will never believe this.", she beamed a yellow halter top covering her small frame and short maroon jean shorts engulfed her bone legs. "What is it?" Marcy asked, pretending to sound enthusiastic.

        Portia stuck right by Marcy's side as they walked to their lockers. "My mother told me about a new student coming." She smiled as she shifted her bag on her shoulders. "Really?" Marcy asked completly uninterested. "Yeah, they say he's from some foreign country." she said as they finally stopped at their lockers. Marcy put her books away as she grasped this concept. It couldn't be him. She thought, her mind now racing for all the possibilities that could happen if it were him. Portia babbled on as Marcy only half listened and grabbed her books for first period. She said goodbye to Portia and walked off, just as someone tapped her shoulder.  She turned, a few strands of hair falling in front of her eyes. 

        "Clarence." Marcy said, shocked he would even come here. "What is it?" she said, her eyes dead on him as if he were going to scold her like the few nights before. Clarence was on edge and Marcy could tell. He fidgeted with the string of his hoodie and kept glancing in other directions. His eyes darting from student to student, door to door, teacher to teacher.

           The first period bell had rung and Marcy's breath grew shorter with every passing moment. "Spit it out, Clarence, I don't have all day.", she barked, her muscles contracting and releasing with the thought of him. "Five o clock, tonight on the pier, he wants to meet you there." Clarence said, panting from anxiety. "Why?" Marcy asked. Clarence flinched at the solid tone of her voice, he only shrugged. "I've gotta run.", he said and with that he was gone. Lost in the bodies of roaming students, ever so eager to start the day, while Marcy stood, shocked, surprised, suspended in mid air at the thought of seeing him again.

"Move.", Marcy whispered. "Just move.", her heart beat faster and her body shuddered. A pain on her neck was growing, searing, flaming, intense pain of what she could never imagine.

A light flashed by her eyes and a teacher, of one's name she could not remember stalked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Marcy." he said, a bulky body blocking the view of where Clarence had once walked to. "Come with me.", he said again, ushering her down a different hallway.