The Knights of Time and the Forgotten Book

Chapter 2: Bonding Through Bullies

My head was whirling with ideas. I didn’t know why I felt like I was strangely meant to meet Jeremy and why I was accepted to come to this school when I was talentless. I wasn’t particularly smart and I definitely wasn’t good in any kind of art. The thing which I was good at was fighting, but I doubted that would’ve gotten me an acceptance to such an expensive and exclusive school. Fighting skills would be a good hobby if you liked participating in mixed martial arts matches, but not if you wanted to get into a school with extremely high expectations. Ideas and suspicions started to get clearer, but not clear enough for me to understand. It was like I was trying to clean a dust-ridden window with a tissue. We couldn’t have shared the strange dreams and our birth date just by accident. The world didn’t work that way. There had to be a reason why we had those things in common and why he seemed the first person whom I got to see through his shell of passiveness and no emotion. We were different from the others, I knew it, but I wasn’t sure how different. I wanted answers.

The only problem was I didn’t know from where to get them, even though it was obvious that Jeremy was working on it.

Nearly the same thing happened with Brandon, although I didn’t connect with Brandon as well as I did with Jeremy. It took a while for the freaky-psychic thingto happen, until that same day, when I was walking to my dormitory. As usual, like a bridge or link, it connected us. I smiled and brushed past him and saw a bright flash of light. And again, I felt what he felt.

He was feeling neglected, and like he didn’t feel like he fit in anymore. His parents didn’t care and he felt alone. So alone. He had it with Elliot’s bullying and decided to leave his group of friends, and now he was more alone than he had ever been. At least when his parents couldn’t offer him the little bit of attention he needed, his friends could pretend they cared about what he said, and he’d be okay with that. From time to time he would find himself in strange places without even going there. He’d be at school and he’d find himself at home unexpectedly. It started making him paranoid and Brandon felt like he was a monster. He didn’t know what kind of person he was, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t supposed to happen during adolescence.

In a split second, I knew nearly everything about him, but the information started slipping away nearly immediately after it all ended and it was like I was trying to hold water in my palms. I realised that he had something special as well, like I did and like Jeremy could possibly have. I didn’t tell him anything.

When I figured all this out, I remained silent, to give myself time to think. I didn’t mention it to Jeremy again that day. I had to give him some air, so not to overwhelm him and the same went for Brandon.

I went up to the girls’ dormitories and went into the room I was sharing with Ciara, Amy and Emily.

They were all wearing the school uniform. Amy had short, frizzy, auburn hair and dark, beautiful, chocolate brown skin which seemed to glow under the light. Emily was of Asian descent, with dark flowing hair falling to her shoulders and a smile which was very close to perfect. Ciara was pale and lean, with straight long blonde hair which for some reason looked almost green in the light and a fringe which was constantly directly in her eyes. The room wasn’t particularly fascinating, except for a few dozen posters hanging on the wall of athletes, famous-looking violin players, famous singers, movies, books and Mozart. I didn’t hang anything up, and the only thing which showed that this was also my room was a portrait beside my bed of my mother and I of when I was three years old. It was the only thing I kept from my past life.

Ciara gave me a weird grin as she tried to figure out the best places to hang her massive ukulele collection. Emily was doing the same thing, but instead she had big piles of books and DVD boxes.