Saturday, 16 October 2010
12:47:46 AM (GMT)
I awoke to two boy's talking.
"I'll do whatever I can in my power to get Jordan back, Jasper."
I yawned loudly. I walked into the small meadow Vladimir and Jasper were talking
in. "Hey guys." My voice was more tired than I thought I was.
"Hey Flor." said Jasper. "Your hand alright?"
I looked down at my hand. As it was, there was dried blood on my knuckles from
hitting the tree last night. Note to self: hitting trees is not a good idea at all.
"I can fix that." said Vladimir. He placed his hand where the dried blood was
and it instantly disappeared.
I nodded a thanks to him. He flashed a smile as I turned my head, and I barely
saw his expression change. Jasper cut in.
"Hey, either of you been to school?" he asked.
I shook my head. Vladimir, however, nodded.
"You can come to school with me, Flor." said Jasper. "Everyone loves a new
I shrugged. "I really don't care. I'm doing fine without it."
Jasper looked at a mechanical ring around his wrist. Stacie called it a...
watch? Why did I care what Stacie said... She didn't care. "It's almost time to go
anyway." he said. "Come at least for a month. If you hate it, we can say you moved."
Vladimir smiled. "Excellent idea, Jasper. Go, Flor. I'll wait here until schools
~ ~ ~
"Go on Flor!" whispered Jasper as he nudged me forward.
I walked up to the front of the class. There was twenty, excluding Jasper and I.
Great: Twenty people to make fun of me and make me mad.
"I'm... Flor." I said. I looked over at Jasper, who gave me an encouraging nod.
"I... just moved here from..." I had to think fast. Fast fast fast... "Ireland."
A low murmur of interest erupted in the class. The teacher, Mr.
Loverdale*, quickly ended it. "Thank you, Flor..." he said in a bored voice. I
went back to my seat next to Jasper and sunk down into it.
I heard some girls whispering next to me.
"Did you hear about the new student-teacher?"
"Yeah. He's supposed to be teaching English. I hear he's hot, too."
I ignored them and began taking notes down. I was already hating mathematics.
~ ~ ~
At lunch, only Jasper and I were sitting at the table together. Everyone else
was somewhere else. I looked at the table and began studying it. I looked up at
Jasper, who's face had darkened.
He flicked his head. I looked behind me.
Two guys with large muscles were walking toward our table. I looked back at
Jasper and pretended to ignore the two boys.
"James and Ethan. Captain and LT of the football team." whispered Jasper.
"Hey, new chic."
I turned and looked at the two football players. "What." I said flatly.
The first one, James, sat down to my left. Ethan to my right.
"Go away, shows..." growled Jasper.
"Hah." laughed James mockingly. "And I bet you already asked her to the dance?"
I blinked. "What dance?" I asked. I regretted my question as soon as I said it.
I looked at Jasper apologetically.
Ethan smiled. Jasper seemed pissed.
"So..." said Ethan. "Will you go to the dance with me? It's like a prom."
I looked at Jasper, who finally had enough. He got up and walked away.
"I don't know if I can go." I said plainly.
"Aw, c'mon. Just a yes or no in case you can."
I looked in the direction of Jasper, who was watching me. I saw him nod
"Yes." I said softly.
"Awesome!" Ethan smirked.
"Is something going on here?"
Ethan and James looked up. I did as well.
"No, no, Mr. Flahnerry*." said James. "Just getting a date to the dance,
really. Nothing more."
"Very well." said Mr. Flahnerry. He looked at me. I saw a glimmer in his eyes.
I knew those eyes.
"Have I seen you before?" I called after the student-teacher when he began
walking away from the table.
"Not that I know of, miss Lucifer." he said back.
I watched him walk away as the bell rang.
* Loverdale: low ver day lee
* Flahnerry: Flaan air ie
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