Spirited Away To You

Chapter-10: The Actual Heck?

AFTER THE PARTITION with the ever determined 'Spirit,' the day tolled on with the mundane classes until it was the time for the last period. That was AP Biology...and the teacher was one hell of a kind. It seemed as if she had missed her coffee break. That would only explain the crankiness she bore; 'cause unlike any teacher, she began her class lecture with the ear-tethering words,

"Open up your textbooks and copies."

It was good that I had already acquired the knowledge about the topics she was blabbering about. Biology have had held my interest for as long as I could remember going to school and being  introduced with science. Not definitely for chapter sixteen but the essence did. Although, biology comprising of the concerning studies of all the anatomy of human body and whatnot didn't help explain my anxiousness.

My leg wouldn't stop bobbing no matter how much I tried to forbid the action, my mind fogging up with the thoughts of Spirit. I even googled up schizophrenia symptoms in my previous class, two of which matched with mine. Oh Boi.

That didn't settle down quite right for me. Ever since then I was jittery, wanting, no begging the bell to ring any second so I can clear up the mystery about the guy claiming himself dead. I was busy ripping off the nails from their dear places when our grouchy teacher called me out.

"Everything alright with you?" I looked up to find the middle eastern woman staring at me with her eyebrows shot up in annoyance. She was quite chubby and had a snub nose but seemed to come off as a very caring person behind that strict façade.

"Ye-yes Miss, it's just-"

"I know, it's the last class of the first day and I'm starting a little too fast but try to focus, our syllabus is huge."

I nodded discreetly feeling the stares of the students, one of which was Britney's. It was hard to believe she had taken this course regarding the fact that she seemed to be the one who didn't study. I mean, thinking about stereotypical queen bees.

How much more was there to know about her?

After ten more minutes of listening to the endless torture, the bell gave out its merciless tune to which I was probably the first one to get out of that room.

The hallways were crowded with teenagers ready to go home and plan their hangouts and events for the day, while I pushed past them to reach the end of the maze.

I had already texted Mikayla, saying I would meet up with her tomorrow since I had some 'work' to attend. She responded with an emoji that I had yet to see.

The sun was giving out its best today, making me pant under its warm rays. I looked around in search for an informally dressed guy but to my utter disappointment, there wasn't any in sight. As I fanned myself with a flyer, Jaxon surprised me from behind,

''Yo Roaster, waiting to be picked up?"

I gave him a small smile shaking my head, ''Am just waiting for this run away patient who claims to be a Spirit,'' I emphasized on the last words.

''Damn, only you get to meet such people. Mind standing here as your devoted audience to see the poor guy get roasted?'' Jaxon said in a mocking tone while I gave out a small chuckle.

''Well, would have loved the extra support but I see your Mum waving at you,'' I said as Jaxon looked in my direction to find a lady, presumably his Mom, calling him over.