Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 2- Joey's Journal

~TWO WEEKS LATER~

~JOEY’S POV~

 “Joey, Wake up! You don’t want to be late for your first day of school!” mom yells from downstairs. I slowly climb out of bed and grab my phone to check the time.

 Dammit. It’s 6:32. My bus comes at 6:45.

 I walk towards my closet and grab the first outfit I see: a pair of dark blue jeans and a Panic! At The Disco band T-shirt. No time to do my hair; I’ll just have to wear my black beanie.

 I throw on a pair of black Vans™ and sling my backpack over my shoulder before running down the stairs to the kitchen.

 “Good morning, guys.” I greet my family. My mom, my stepdad John, my little brother Jett, and my sister Nicole are all standing at some random place in the kitchen do god knows what at six O’ clock in the morning. Everyone in this family is an early bird except for me.

 “Want something to eat?” mom asks me.

 “I’m fine. I have to get to my bus.”

 “Have a nice day.” She says as I walk towards the living room.

 “Yeah whatever,” I mumble as I close the front door. My bus stop is two blocks away. It’ll take me about two minutes to walk there if I’m walking extremely slow. What time is it?

 Dammit. 6:45. My bus is probably there already. I run down the street as fast as I can and make it right before the bus takes off. I climb onto the giant yellow vehicle out of breath.

 Well I see my bus stop is not first on the route. Almost every seat is full. I find one empty seat at the very back of the bus and plop down onto it, ready for this day to be over with already. I’m bored. I should write in my journal.

 “Joey, we really need to finish this Geometry project. It’s due first thing tomorrow.” Addison said to me.

 I wasn’t feeling my best that day. All throughout the day there was something in the back of my mind telling me to stay away from her. Addison was my only friend I had left and I didn’t want to hurt her.

 “But I’m so tired. How about we do it first thing in the morning?”

 “You seriously think we can do an entire project on transversal waves in the morning?”

 “…Fine. Let’s get to work.”

 “Good. Do you have a pair of scissors?” she asked.

 “Yeah. There in my desk.” She walked over to my desk and pulled out the red pair of scissors hiding in the first drawer of my desk. She sits down on the floor in between my legs as I sit on the edge of my bed.

 “If you’re not going to do any of the work, you can at least do my hair for me. Just braid it back so I can actually see what I’m cutting without hair in my face.” I run my hands through her long brown hair and part it into three pieces as she starts snipping and cutting up pieces of paper to glue onto our poster.

 Knockity-knock-knock

 “Oh my god that scared me!” Addison exclaims as someone beats hard on my door.

 “Relax, its just Jett trying to annoy us. Go away Jett!” soon the pounding stops and it’s tranquil again.

 “Dammit. I cut myself.” I look down to see blood dripping off her left hand and a sharp pair of scissors in her right hand.

 Blood. The smell of it. The sight of it…

 No I couldn’t she’s the only friend I have left.

 But it’s out of my control.

 I look down at my empty hand and see a kitchen knife materialize out of nowhere surrounded by a puff of black smoke that disappears almost immediately. I grip the knife tight in my hand and raise it above my head before driving it into Addison's—

 “Hey can I sit here? There’s nowhere else to sit.” I look up from my journal to find a beautiful tall boy with long reddish brown hair standing before me.

 “Yeah sure.” I scoot over and let him sit next to me.

 “I’m Shane by the way.” He says as the bus ride continues.

 “I’m Joey”

 “Are you new here?” he asks.

 “Yeah.”

 “I can tell. You have that ‘maybe this school won’t be so bad’ look in your eyes. After a couple days, you’ll figure out that this school is just a piece of shit waiting to be flushed.”

 “Is it really that bad?”

 “Yeah but you have to make the best of what you’ve got. Hey I can show you around school if you want.”

 “Oh that would be cool.” I try to say it without seeming overly excited but that’s kind of hard to do. He’s really cute.

 “Can I see your schedule?”

 “Um…here.” I reach in my back pocket and grab the fold piece of paper. He unfolds it and quickly skims over it.

 “We have flex, algebra, art, and theater together. We also have the same lunch shift.”

 “Awesome. I guess I’ll be seeing you around a lot.”

 “I guess so.” The bus makes a sharp right turn, causing Shane to lean up against me. As soon his arm touches mine, an intense shock runs through my body, sending electric volts up my back.

 “Did you feel that?” I ask Shane. He nods his head quickly. His pupils are dilated to the size of the moon. We’re both very confused and shocked. I touch his arm again without letting go and feel the same shock but it gets less intense by the second until it’s just a little ticklish tingling.

 “Are you okay?” we both say at the same time.

 “Your eyes are completely black.” Shane says.

 “Your eyes are completely white.” I tell him.

 Something freaky is going on and I’m not sure if I want any answers to these dangerous questions.