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Butterflies and Hurricanes
Chapter eight . . . Memories
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Two weeks prior ~
There was always the prospect of meeting someone new everywhere we went it seemed. That was just one danger of mingling with fragile humans.
Our first day was a cold one. I looked back at the old decrepit house that Mother had found us. It needed to be torn down. Bad. The windows on the second floor were dust covered and half were broken. The shingles were loose and were missing in several sections of the roof. It was a death trap. I chuckled inwardly at my stupid joke. Lunya eyed me. When I caught sight of her light amber eyes I stopped and let a grin creep across my face.
"What, Lun? Aren't you excited about your first day too?" At this she laughed as she hauled her old rucksack over her shoulders.
"Yes it is a shitty house isn't it?" At this I blushed and chuckled nervously. I could never get over how creepy Lunya's gift was. Her eyes caught mine as she turned to the door. They were oddly sad today.
Lunya went through the doorway and headed into the cold morning. I followed suit.
As we walked down the long drive, I looked back at the old house. Siphul was glaring down at us through one of the better windows.
I watched him as he wiped away the condensation that appeared on the window as he stood there. Looking at him even from where I stood, I could notice something strange.
His eyes changed color as he watched me.
They changed quickly from an angry red to a soft and light blue. Then he seemed to look beyond me as his eyes narrowed. I turned to the direction he was staring. Lunya stood under his gaze, impassive as ever and turned to the road. But I guessed that she still knew his gaze was upon her because she had shivered slightly and made a disgusted noise. She kept walking on.
I turned to look back at Siphul but he was already fixated on something in the room. Then mother appeared in the window. As she eyed me she looked worried almost frightened. She thrust the windows closed and I shuddered as the images filtered through my mind. I walked on slightly disturbed. I heard Lunya ahead of me snicker.
"It's not like you think Jenna."
"Uh . . ."
"They're arguing in there."
I kept walking on. What could they be angry about? Me? I looked over at Lunya expectantly, but she said nothing more.
I turned to the path before me and tried to think of something other than Mother. The sky was gray and overcast. The trees that surrounded the road and closed in on us were mostly bare. They had tiny buds over there otherwise dead appearing branches. There seemed to be new grass popping up limeish green and new. However, frost had crept over the grass during the night and would cause the otherwise perfect new grass to wilt. It seemed that as of late, my thoughts were more death centered than usual.
I pushed that thought aside too, for the death was only a presage for the new life that would soon appear through the corpses of the leaves and dirt of the seasons before them.
Now I focused on only the task before me. I and Lunya were always the ones who were to be seen.
We would be the ones to bring back information to mother. I would be the one to coax people with my unearthly power. I shuddered. Having the power to take spirits from the aura around people was a disturbing one. Worse than being able to see into the minds of those who feared you. Seeing the torturous dread in there eyes. I think Lunya glanced back at me quickly; a chill ran down my spine.
"This is it." Came her voice.
Ahead of me was a stone building two stories high. It was k-12 and old looking. Its doors were large and weather-worn. Above its great stone steps and ancient doors were the words - "Hawthorne County Community School; the Greatest Power, is Knowledge."
I mumbled, bemused. "Wow, what a great power indeed." Lunya chuckled and someone spoke up in an odd mockery of an English accent.
"Indeed, here here! Hur!" I turned around astonished, thinking Lunya gave some sort of odd agreement, like her once a month, joke or something. I was wrong. Instead I saw Lunya turned around to look at a chuckling boy.
He was tall and incredibly handsome. But my first thought was how invariably, he was an imbecile.
He was well built and his smile was wide and almost cocky; He was almost indefinitely a jock.
He had on baggy shorts and a long red sox jersey of some Japanese player I think. I could care less. His hair was dark and tousled and had some kind of rough appeal to it. His laugh was haughty and thick, his skin was smooth and tan. My eyes trailed towards the half-boy half-man muscles and up near his sparkling green eyes. I stopped my eye's adventure suddenly, realizing he was staring at me.
His laugh stopped but his smile became wider and almost like a sneer.
"Enjoying the gun show baby?" I turned red. With anger and embarrassment.
"E-excuse me?!" I started. He laughed and shook his head.
"Oh!" I fumed as he walked past. Lunya walked beside me as he disappeared in the building laughing.
"Gee, what a charmer, huh? Did you think he's cute or something . . . I saw you staring."
I looked down at her still angry.
"No I think he's an a**." I walked on and could hear her laughing behind me.
Still angry, I hurried on to the class that was written onto my schedule. I looked at the time schedule and then at a passing clock. I was late to English.
 Madame Joli Rouge · Tue Dec 15, 2009 @ 11:24pm · 0 Comments |
