Timothee And His Despair Fate

The plan to find him

Nearly half hour had passed since the school time was over, yet Timothee was still in the Diamond class, doing his Physic's homework which was due tomorrow. He and Ethan were all prepared not to waste their time as this evening they are going to be-friend with the Erudite gloomy yet clever Anthony. The class slowly become quite by time, and Malcolm, Bright and his other classmates already dashed back home. The plan was to meet Anthony at the bicycle pot this evening, and say hi but nevertheless, it was a stupid idea, but Timothee insisted to know him more, so Ethan couldn't not to agree. Perhaps it had something to do with Anthony' yellow letter, which claim that Anthony got offered to another school, but Timothee had always been curious with the Anthony's family who always so far from the society. As time creeped by, the class held no sign of people at all, except the two boys, Ethan and Timothee.

Ethan looked pale and sweat, and he seems to avoid making eyes contact with Timothee more than usual. This must be something to do with Timothee's plan, as Ethan always the friend who always scared when they plan to do something unusual from their evening time routine. When Timothee walked towards Ethan's seat, and he put his hand on Ethan's shoulder as a wake up call "Do you still coming?", Ethan shakely nodded his head. His life felt on the edge, perhaps he was too scared to making the-friend-contact with Anthony, which seems unpleasant to having them as friends. Ethan, threw away his negative thoughts, and packed all the school stuffs, his blue jean pencil case, liquid paper, and biology textbook, which he planned to study for this night. Miss Annie said they will have a quiz next week.

Timothee laid aside his bag with a deep sigh and he approached Ethan by arm "What is it?" he said grumpily as Ethan was confounded. "Are you afraid or what?" he giggled, knowing Ethan's behavior, who would anytime pissed off his pants.

Ethan gives him severe look, and then groaned. "What if he already went home, or he didn't want to see us?"

"Who care if he didn't want to see us" Timothee said, looking back to Ethan who was still throwing a silent tantrum, before he walked downstair.

Ethan thought for a moment. It took him a second before he followed Timothee behind. Finally he said slowly, "Alright I'm going.. But don't do anything stupid"

"All right, all right." cried Timothee. "And don't get in my way, okey!!", he warned him as he was sure that Ethan still insisted to meet Anthony.

"oh, yes" He replied agitated. There was a moment of silent between them. "Hey, if I could ask, how was his father look like?", he stuttered as his hands fidget the end of the shoulder strap.

"Thin, long head , black hair, and his skins are all grumpy. And a very fierce man" he replied bluntly as they walked down stair. This was the second stair they passed as their class was at the third floor. It took one more stair before they reach to the ground.

"Did he also has a blonde hair, like him?"

"No"

"oh, that's weird...." He stuttered again. ".....but that's cool, he probably got it from his mother.. But you never see him either"

Timothee's stopped dead. Now, he come to think about it... It was very weird, ever since two years he was here, he never once saw the Anthony Dankworth' parents.. Or his brother. Or sister. Never. Except the day he got busted, it was the first time he saw his father, but never the rest. What had happened after all this time, suddenly Mr Dankworth make an appearance.. Hence it was totally odd. What would they probably hiding?

Up to the front steps, the last staircase was ahead before the ground floor, and yet his conversation with Ethan was hung over by his thoughts. Ethan didn't say a word to him and he obediently followed him behind. Ethan nerves was already chill down. He thought of Anthony who was known for being rebellious, unsociable and his background are still unknown by most people. He once heard a rumor, that Anthony was an orphan, but as time passed by, the rumor was falsely proven. His stomach twisted when he think about it. Anthony Dankworth's life must be a hell. Else, why would people scared of him?