School. The one thing in life I hate more than Brussels sprouts. From the average hallway bully to the long, boring math lectures. Why must you always have to walk past some freaking boy and girl making out by the faucets every time you want to take a dump, it’s like find your own personal space behind the trash cans to do your crap so the rest of us don't feel like we're gonna puke every time we have to go to the toilet. Sorry about that, I just really needed to get that out of my system. Anyway as I was saying, school. I was walking to class when I saw my best friend, Sam, talking with his new GF, Megan. I don't know what type of magic he has but it seems like every girl in the world wants to date him when I can't even grab one date. Maybe it's his the way he dresses or the way he talks or looks. He's a tall, buff jock, with snow-coloured skin. His hair’s a dark reddish-brown like the colour of mahogany, dyed with streaks of blood red. His eyes never seem to have a definite colour, always changing from different shades of blue and green kinda like the different colours of water. His voice is a saw scraping against metal, rasp and deep. He always wears polo shirts that show his ripped muscles, with skinny jeans and combat boots. (Note to self, stop writing always, always). His GF Megan was the worst girl he could possibly choose. I can’t be bothered to explain what she looks like but I’ll give you a hint. Just imagine a bad girl who always uses dark purple lipstick, chews gum all the time, and dresses like a punk-ass Goth. I personally hate her but Sam seems to be deeply in love with her. I for one think that she’s totally using him but every time I bring it up he just calls me a hater. Imagine, me, a hater the nerve of this guy.
So back to me walking down the hallway, yes, I saw Sam talking to Megan which really infuriated me cause I’m the one who always talks to him before classes, and yes you may think I’m gay but hey he’s my best friend and I don’t want a girl getting in-between that. Sorry, I got distracted again. I walked past them acting as if I didn’t know them which didn’t really work ‘cause my locker was right next to where they were talking.
“Sup dude,” said Sam.
Ugh, he was acting as if everything was okay. I ignored his call out to me.
“Okay, what’s up with you?” asked Sam.
“Nothing, just leave me alone,” I replied.
Before he could say anything I went to class. If he wasn’t gonna notice what was wrong, it was his fault.
Ugh, it had to be maths, it’s always math. It’s like every time I'm in a bad mood I have maths. It happened last week and the week before, and the week before that (I'm usually in a bad mood). I seriously don’t know why people like the subject, with all its equations and symbols, it’s so confusing. And don’t let me get started on the maths teacher, Mrs Micmie, who just so happens to be Megan’s mum. Yep, my worst subject (maths), on my worst day of the year (the day my parents died), with my worst teacher (Mrs Micmie). I LOVE my life!
Halfway through the class, after being told off twice for:
A. Writing too slow
B. Resting my head on the table,
Megan and Sam came in. Sam had a shade of dark purple on his lips. Mrs Micmie ignored their lateness after seeing them walk in, in the middle of class and take their seats as if they hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Ma’am, didn’t you just see them come in,” I said, pointing at Sam and Megan.
Sam shot me one of those ‘chill dude’ looks but I ignored it. it wasn’t like I was a snitch or anything cause you know; snitches die in ditches, I just couldn’t stand for injustice. And if it meant Megan getting in trouble, it was a bonus (okay to be frank, it was only to get Megan and Sam in trouble, to hell with injustice)
“Surely you should give them detention,” I continued.
“That’s it, I’ve had enough, 2 hours detention for you, mister,” said Micmie.
“Good,” I said with a smile lurking in the corner of my mouth.
“I mean you, Kyle,” said Mrs Micmie.
“WHAT! WHAT DID I DO?!” I shouted which I immediately knew was a mistake.
“THAT’S IT, ONE WEEK DETENTION,” she shouted back.
“Ugh,” I said to myself quietly.
In the corner off my eye I saw Sam winking at me; the nerve of that guy. And as if my day couldn’t get worse, at that moment Danni walked in.
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Elemental Masters: Awakening
Fantasy"Kill or be killed" this is a saying common to all elemental masters; and it's nothing new to Kyle. Kyle, an ordinary teenage boy's life is turned upside down when he finds out he has mystical powers. In order to survive he must struggle to hone his...
