Guilty Rose Chapter 8
Ever on and on I continue circling, with nothing but my ha-
I jerked awake as my alarm clock blared out a song at full volume, filling my veins with adrenaline. Aw, man, that scared the crap out of me. Getting up, panting, I shuffled over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, took a shower and slipped some clothes on. I stuffed my wallet in my backpack and checked the time. Ah! It’s about time!
I grabbed my keys and iPod before swinging open the door. I rushed out only to find myself falling backwards. Thump! I fell on my butt on the linoleum. I looked up to see a man of 30 at my door.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m Kevin Harris. I hear you’re the new Angel from Heaven,” Kevin said casually. He extended a hand and I took it. He helped me up and smiled.
“How do you know about that?” I asked, dumbfounded. I looked at him through shocked eyes.
“I’m the Angel who teaches all of the new fallen ones the rules. And also take care of them,” he laughed, probably at my expression. “If I remember correctly, I believe you have school today.”
“Ah! I do! I’ll see you later, probably!” I said as I locked the door behind me and dashed for the elevator.
I glanced at my watch once I was out on the sidewalk. Gah! Only 15 more minutes before school starts! I dashed towards the school and-immediately ran into another person but this time, I was caught face to face with a pair of green eyes and black hair.
“Wha-?” I started to say but this guy cut me off.
“Are you ok? Watch where you go!” He asked, frowning. Without letting me answer, his green eyes flashed with anger. “What if someone got hurt?”
“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” I asked cautiously, not wanting to rile him up and more.
“Of course I’m ok!” he scowled, glaring at me. The guy turned on his heel and walked away without another word.
“What the crap is wrong with that guy?” I muttered under my breath. I checked my watch and groaned. I’ll never make it to school on time! I pushed my legs into a sprint, dashing through the already crowded street.
In a few minutes of sprinting, I had reached the school. I walked in the front doors, feeling everybody’s eyes on my messy hair. With one hand, I smoothed my hair down and walked into the office.
“Um, I’m Arisa. Arisa Rune. Can I pick up my schedule?” I asked the salt and pepper haired lady at the front desk.
“Of course, sweetie. Here is the map of the school. And here are your classes,” She handed me a purple pamphlet and a glossy blue brochure with my schedule inside.
“Thank you,” I smiled at her gratefully. I was about to turn around but she yelped.
“Oh, wait! Here,” she handed me a slip of paper. On it was: Locker 628 printed in neat writing.
“Thanks, again,” I beamed at her. I opened my schedule and checked my first class. It was literature in room 136 with Mr. Barson.
I walked briskly to my locker which is located a hall down room 136. I stuffed my bag and jacket in there. I grabbed my binder, pencil case, two composition books, and a spiral-bound math notebook. I took my lock out of the bag and locked my locker. With a turn on my heels, I walked down the hall to class.
I knocked the door and Mr. Barson looked up from his desk. He stood up and made his way over to me.
“Uh, hi, I’m Arisa Rune. And you are Mr. Barson if I’m not mistaken,” I said as he shook my hand. He was a balding man of 40 and had a pencil-thin mustache.
“I’m Mr. Barson indeed!” he laughed, his voice booming. “Come take a seat! We’re writing narratives right now. So, there’s not much you need to catch up on because it’s only the beginning of the semester!”
“Ok, thank you, Mr. Barson,” I said, smiling at his joyous laugh. I sat on the side, closer to the front and opened up a composition book. On the inside, I wrote my name and the subject.
“’Sup, Mr. Barson. I’m not late!” a familiar voice said. I looked up from my notebooks in front of me to see the weird guy from this morning. I stared at him, eyes bugging. Apparently, he didn’t notice me yet.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Tennan,” Mr. Barson replied, not looking up. “How was your morning?”
“It was fine, but there was this weird girl who ran and nearly tackled me. She looked “wild” when she slammed into me,” the guy said, making quotation gestures for the word wild.
“Well, sorry for being weird and wild,” I muttered under my breath.
“Oh, yes, Kyle, say hello to the new student. Arisa, can you come here?” Mr Barson called, looking up.
“Yes,” I said, meekly as I made my way down the rows of desks.
Kyle looked at me and his expression hardened. “Oh, it’s you.” He said, scowling.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I replied, my voice absolutely dripping with sarcasm.
“Have you two met?” Mr. Barson asked, genuinely puzzled.
“Apparently,” I said, sighing. Then I said to Kyle, “I’m so sorry to have almost fallen on my butt.”
He rolled his green eyes and turned away, taking the seat furthest away from me. I returned to my seat, feeling Mr. Barson’s eyes on my back.
“Hi, Mr. Barson,” another familiar voice called. I looked up to see Cain. What? Oh, heck yes, I said Cain.
“Good morning, Cain,” Mr. Barson called out, seemingly out of habit rather than anything else. He stood up, a stack of papers in his hand. He walked out the door before calling out: “Ok, I’ll be right back, so don’t make a mess out of this place!”
“Hey, Cain. You see, I was almost tackled by this weird lady out in the streets today,” Kyle called out at Cain. He glanced at me and smirked.
“Oh, really? What did she look like?” Cain said, chuckling. I sat there, guessing what was gonna happen next.
“Oh, take a look for yourself, she’s right there,” Kyle smiled coyly. He proceeded to point at me. Cain’s eyes widened and he dropped his bag to the ground. He made his way toward me and pulled me into a hug.
“What the hell?” a feminine voice rang out. In the doorway stood a girl who glared at me with such hatred it burned. Cain looked over his shoulder and let go of me as soon as his eyes laid on the girl. She walked toward me, and slapped me so hard I fell back. If it wasn’t for Kyle, I would’ve hit my head on the edge of the desk.
I was a little dizzy from the slap and Kyle hadn’t put me down yet. I looked up at him for an answer but only saw his green eyes angrily staring at the girl which was being held by Cain. She looked at Cain, then at me, and looked back at Cain. She tilted her head up so Cain was less than an inch away from her perfectly glossed cherry red lips. The girl closed the distance between them and everything went black.
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