Chapter 2:
Back when I was in middle school, I used to join a scout camp near at our old home. Our scout club was named "Brave Beavers". Pretty generic, kind of dreary, but it was fun. We have our scout skipper, Frederick Buckley.
Frederick Buckley. A middle-aged math teacher. Still fond of building campfires and setting up tents. With him, I have Blake and Urie as my Beaver Buddies.
He made us wear a teal hoodie with a stout beaver print on it. I used to wear that every day.
Slapdash, no pull backs, and didn't have the time to be bothered.
On the last day of our summer camp, Mr. Buckley handed over my first scout medal. It is the "Most Caring" Medal.
He was smiling at me. Proudly.
Never knew after that incident, I can still do things that I never imagine.
After few days, Urie knocked on our door. Crying.
We rushed to Mr. Buckley's house.
A white noise cutting through my ears.
Deafening sirens all over the place, Appalling headline.
"A 48 year-old teacher shot himself inside his home"
2 years apart. It is still there.
9:00 AM - Monday - Birchester Academy – Room 125
Odysseus is sitting beside me. Things are about to be strenuous.
We just had our conversation for a couple of seconds and I'm already worn-out.
By chance, the bell rang. I went out and try to pass through the crowd.
"Hey, kinda weird I'm in your class right?" He uttered. Why does he still go after me?
"Well.... We just came here. My family used to live in Quezon. Now where in Myrtle drive. You are familiar with that?" He added.
"Wait... you bought the empty house in the Myrtle drive?" I asked while I nearly stuttered.
"Yeah, it's somehow hectic though. Because I have to wake up 5 in the morning just to catch the only bus that goes through our drive" Why does he have to live exactly next to ours?
What a small world. Knowing Myrtle Drive is close to "ghost" drive. How hapless I am.
While I was withdrawn, he tapped me in my back.
"Hey, I gotta go. My third period is Algebra. Tour after that?" He went on his way.
Looking at his back makes me wonder, why do I have to deal with that?
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