Honor of Fire, Part 1
It was the first day of 8th grade, at the same boring school, with the same disgusting lunches. I got on the bus and walked down the narrow hallway and threw my bag into the seat. I sat down next to it and pulled out my phone. I quickly checked my texts and shut it off. I shoved it into one of the safest pockets so the screen wouldn’t crack. All of a sudden someone shouted.
“Hey Rene!” I could recognize that voice anywhere, it was my best friend, Bruce. Also know as most popular and captain of the football team. I was just one of those average kind of people; just another face in the crowd.
“Hey Bruce!” I called back as he sat in the seat across from me.
“Hey Rene! How was summer vacation for you?”
”Pretty fun, nothing really active though.” I responded.
“Cool,” Bruce said back.
“How was yours?” I questioned.
“Fine, football was a pain this year though.” The bus rolled into the little parking lot where they dropped off kids. There were so many 6th graders trudging into the school. The 7th grade faces looked dreadful. Most of the boys’ hair wasn't brushed but only some was brushed to the side. I walked into the school happily because I knew it was the last year in middle school. I walked through the crowded hallways and followed Bruce up the stairs. I found the classroom that I was heading to and said “Bye.” to Bruce.
I walked in and sat down at the back row hoping to not get any attention. I pulled out my phone and texted Bruce, I texted, “Hey Bruce! How’s your homeroom?” I shut off my phone and put it in my pocket. I was waiting for a slightly ticklish vibrate. More students started to crowd into the room, some sat in front and some sat in the middle. No one sat next to me yet. A couple more students came in and sat down. There was only one seat right next to me. I looked for any other empty seats, none. So someone had to sit next to me… great.
I looked at the poster filled room and slowly focused my eyes on the teacher. Just then the teacher mumbled under breath loud enough for everyone to hear. “Wheres Ashley!” All of a sudden a thought came into my mind, “Ashley is late because she is new…”
“Ahh!” I yelled without even noticing. EVeryone was focusing on me. I quickly raised my hand and I asked to go to the bathroom. I grabbed the hall pass and ran to the bathroom. My mind was going crazy, “How did I even know that!” I thought as I approached the bathroom in a hurry. I flew open one of the stall doors and pulled out my phone. I quickly texted to Bruce. “BRUCE! Get to the bathroom now I need you! Something weird is happening!”
A few minutes later Bruce came in, “Hello?” I opened the stall door and gestured my hands so he would come. He jogged towards the stall and came in. “What!? Why am I even here!?” He yelled.
“So I was in class,” I started “And all of the sudden the teacher said, where’s Ashley? And a thought came into my head. It was Ashley is late because she is new. That’s exactly what it said.”
“WHAT! ARE YOU A STALKER!”
“NO I’M NOT! It just happened!” Bruce ran out of the bathroom hurrying towards his homeroom. I thought since there was nothing better to do then go back to class.
I walked down the hall and slowly approached the room. I hung up the hall pass and sat down. A crack sounded when I sat. My phone. Dang it. I pulled my phone out of the pocket and looked at the screen. A giant crack was straight down the middle. Worst day ever. Another thought came into my mind, “Ashley is in the building approaching the stairs…” It said. I banged my head on my desk a couple of times. I tried to ignore it much as possible. “Ashley is about to walk into class…” it said again as I heard footsteps outside the class. I was crossing my fingers under my desk. Then someone came into the room. It was…
FIND OUT IN PART TWO!
