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All Over Again(black pyramid reload) chapter 2 |
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OKAY FROM THIS POINT ON THE STORY GETS ALOT MORE MATURE SO... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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He woke up on a bus going down a long street, he wasn’t surprised. This wasn’t the first and, he thought to himself, especially not the last time this would happen to him. He looked behind him there were train tracks, a bridge, to the front of him a long stretch of road. He walked up it’s ail to the front of the bus, it was driving itself. He sat in the driver’s seat and watched as they passed empty streets and sidewalks with no houses. The bus started to come to a sharp stop at a long building. Regular tan bricks, red roofed platform. He scoffed at his new surroundings and said, “The works…” High sarcasm was in his voice.
He stepped off of the bus and opened the side panels. They were filled to the brim with bags of his clothes, boxes, and other things that held his belongings. Last place he was dropped off at people came out to help him, but this place seemed barren. He pulled out all of his bags and stepped back. If he hadn’t pulled them off the bus would have drove off with them. He got one trip and one trip only. He looked back at the school. Still no one was coming out to help him with his bags. He shook his head and grabbed all of the boxes and bags on his arms and shoulders balancing unevenly. He hardly felt the strain he was stronger than normal people were.
He kicked in the doors and kicked up a box that had fallen onto his knee. “Damn it…” He picked his knee up and it landed onto the top of the stack. He walked down the halls until he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked over to the side of the stack it was a girl about a good 5 foot 1. She wore a black and blue French maid dress and had very pale skin. She was carrying a clipboard in her arms. She stopped at the stack. For what he could see she was smiling. She had a pen in her mouth that looked like it had been chewed up and down its sides. She took it out of her mouth and spoke she giggled in between words, “Would you like a little help?” He replied, “Yes…” still holding the pile. Her voice was childish like the voice of an 8 year old. He didn’t care he needed a hand. “May I ask you your name?” She reached for the pile. “The names Tin…” She pulled down the top half of the pile and gasped dropping it. His eyes looked down at her; the top of her head was leveled with his eyes. She dropped the clipboard and turned around walking away quickly. He yelled after her, “Hey the least you can do is help me out here…” He dropped the rest of the stuff and pick it all back up again. He walked past a red desk; no one was there, an office, locked door, and a library, Empty. He stopped at the bottom of the hall which gave way to a stair case. He listened there was no sound coming from any direction.
He dropped his stuff on the side of the railing and rested up against it looking down a hall that was in front of him. “Blank that’s all I’ve seen so far… This place I ******** boring… And the one person I see…” He looked up the hall and yelled, “… RUNS OFF ON ME!!!!” As if she would hear him wherever she had run off to.
He slumped down against his bags looking up at the ceiling closing his eyes thinking about the ride here. Not much to think about. He remembered the last thing he saw as the bus was driving was the girl that had sent him there. She was bent down low behind the seats looking at him fear in her eyes. He didn’t react to it he just left without taking a second glance.
A bell rang, He didn’t open his eyes. He continued ponder his thoughts, all he heard were voices around him. He frowned trying to focus on his thoughts it was getting harder the more voices her heard. Heat started to get closer to his face, a breath of air, It was their face luckily… He guessed. He started getting a attitude he opened his eyes, “WILL YOU PLEASE GET THE ******** OUT OF MY-,” He paused for a second and looked around him. He stood up to get a better look at the crowd. He moved his finger over the crowd make sure he wasn’t going crazy, “Girl, girl, girl, girl… I think…” He kept looking when one of the girls in the front yelled, “It’s impolite to point little boy…” He couldn’t get a good look at her because another girl moved in front of her. It was funny to him because he was either taller or about the same size as all of them. He shook his head, “… Forget it… I’m not going to even respond…” He picked up his stuff and tried to walk around the crowed. Someone knocked down his stuff. He stopped and watched it drop, about 50 kids so something around 50 suspects.
He turned around to them, bad idea… He woke up the next morning in the nurses office, alone. He looked up at the ceiling and put his hand on his eye, It was bruised, blackened per say. He moved his hand from his eyes to his head and said, “Wow… What a great school,” more sarcasm. The door opened and the nurse walked in, it seemed people here could just wear whatever they felt like wearing. Short skirt, chest hugging top, mini vest, and a lot of colors he could see through what he could see on top.
She threw an ice pack on his chest and said, “This isn’t a life threatening injury… Get out of my office boy…” She looked at him, staring him down. He got up and walked out of the door and began walking up the hall there were more girls out this time, staring at him, pointing, laughing, it was his eye and he knew it. He walked to where his stuff was left at, it was gone. He looked around, more girls laughing at him. He sat down on the ground again placing the ice pack on his eye. He pulled it off thinking he saw something. “Room 354” Was written in black ink on the back of it. He got up and followed room numbers until he got to what his said. He checked the door which was locked. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a key, “Looks like my lucks changing slightly…” He opened the door and his stuff was sitting on a bed. There was a shower running in the background meaning someone else was staying in there with him. Half of him cheered the other half was worried she was like the rest of them. He didn’t bother unpacking. He grabbed onto the top railing of the bed and climbed up to the top bunk. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The door to the bathroom opened and the girl that was to room with him walked out. She climbed up to the top bunk, a tail swaying behind her, and sat on top of him still wet from the shower. Her eyes looked him up and down she got on her knees hovered over him looking down at him. She moved her finger from the collar of his shirt down cutting it down to the bottom. A smile spread across her face.
 Gods_Black_Wings · Thu Dec 11, 2008 @ 05:39am · 1 Comments |
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