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The Dark Witch and the Nerd
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Ethan P.O.V
Only five minutes were left before class would end. I was currently in history class trying to make sense of what Mr. Redstone was writing on the board, I wasn't sure if his writing was scripts or scrabble but they were quite hard to make out, considering also that the marker was about to finish, so he had to retrace everything making it look even worse. Not even my glasses were helping.
In the first twenty minutes of class he was telling us about the witch trials that took place in Salem, around the 17-1800's, it was quite interesting actually considering that every thing started because two girls were supposedly possessed by demons, which they thought was cast on them by witches, causing an immense witch hunt and persons being hanged and burned at the stake, what a chaos. Mr. Redstone was totally defending the witches saying that no one should be hunted down and slaughtered because they practiced a different religion which they didn't agreed with, saying it was all barbaric. Between myself and Gothic kid Jase, no-one else was listening to what Mr. Redstone was teaching, a few were sleeping, reading romance novels, making out in the back of the class, talking about the latest fashion trends or most lit music out now or what they were gonna eat for lunch, sad, and when test results came out they wonder how they failed.
My right hand has gone completely numb, it was like my hand was on auto pilot, I couldn't stop writing, I couldn't fail history class it was not an option. I've gotten straight A's from seventh grade and I don't intend to stop, it didn't matter to me that I got bullied every single day because I choose to do well in school and not idle and waste time, but it bothered me though that I didn't have a genuine and real friend to talk and just hangout with and enjoy life. Everyone just wanted me to do their homework or assignments, after I've done it and given it to them their like, "your the best, we should hang out sometimes," and I stupidly believe them, numerous times. But that's life and I couldn't get distracted now, I needed that scholarship or else I don't know how I'm gonna make it to collage, I simply couldn't afford it.
Finally the bell rang dismissing Mr. Redstones class, all the sleepers jolt up as if they got electrocuted, taking there still pack bags leaving class, mumbling, "thank god, that's over,", the ones making out where still making out as if they didn't hear the bell, leaving the class almost empty, with myself and Mr. Redstones. I slowly got up not wanting all of my papers to fall to the ground, seeing that my desk was totally a mess, I carefully packed my bag and wiped my glasses, because it was completely Smudged.
As I was turning to leave Mr. Redstones called me back,
"Yes sir,
"Mr. Chase, I have a preposition for you, concerning the history trip to Salem Massachusetts, are you interested," Mr. Redstones asked, while I swore there were fire works bursting out from behind me now. I so wanted to go on this trip but took it off my to- go list, seeing that I couldn't exactly afford it, doubting that my uncle would help, mean bastard.
"Of course Mr. Redstones, what's the preposition," I was grinning from ear to ear.
"I want you to, no I need you to take my daughter around the school compound, be a guide for her until she gets settled in," instantly my smile dropped.
"What,"
Daughter, Mr. Redstone had a daughter, weird, and he wanted me to show her around, me, Ethan Chase, out of all the school population, me, I wasn't good with girls they made me feel nervous and sweaty, plus they talked to much. No decline the offer, sorry Ethan.
"Mr. Combs, I wish I could help but I'm sorry -,"
"Please Ethan, I'm not asking you to take her to the prom, only to show around for her first week here," I still didn't answer, so he continued " She's not annoying or anything, quiet and polite, she won't make you feel nervous, plus I hoped you'd understand her situation, she's kind of socially awkward and kind of well....like you, " well thank you sir for pointing that out " I hope you don't feel offended," wow, it's like he's reading my mind, and I never noticed how dark his eyes where, they were Raven black and deep, Mr. Combs was of chocolate complexion, not thick but not on the skinny side either, he was tall and partially good looking, with a deep masculine voice.
Well I did understand his situation with his daughter, plus who would understand like me, so I just nodded, it was just one week, what could possibly go wrong.
"Good, thank you," he gave me a heart warming smile, showing that he really appreciated my help
"Meet me back here after school, so I can introduce you both, OK, " yet, I nodded again, with that he dismissed me and I left for my second class, chemistry.
Katrina P.O.V
I stood at the entrance of the school door looking up at the fully block letters that spelt Riv Vich high school, what...
Ethan P.O.V
Only five minutes were left before class would end. I was currently in history class trying to make sense of what Mr. Redstone was writing on the board, I wasn't sure if his writing was scripts or scrabble but they were quite hard to make out, considering also that the marker was about to finish, so he had to retrace everything making it look even worse. Not even my glasses were helping.
In the first twenty minutes of class he was telling us about the witch trials that took place in Salem, around the 17-1800's, it was quite interesting actually considering that every thing started because two girls were supposedly possessed by demons, which they thought was cast on them by witches, causing an immense witch hunt and persons being hanged and burned at the stake, what a chaos. Mr. Redstone was totally defending the witches saying that no one should be hunted down and slaughtered because they practiced a different religion which they didn't agreed with, saying it was all barbaric. Between myself and Gothic kid Jase, no-one else was listening to what Mr. Redstone was teaching, a few were sleeping, reading romance novels, making out in the back of the class, talking about the latest fashion trends or most lit music out now or what they were gonna eat for lunch, sad, and when test results came out they wonder how they failed.
My right hand has gone completely numb, it was like my hand was on auto pilot, I couldn't stop writing, I couldn't fail history class it was not an option. I've gotten straight A's from seventh grade and I don't intend to stop, it didn't matter to me that I got bullied every single day because I choose to do well in school and not idle and waste time, but it bothered me though that I didn't have a genuine and real friend to talk and just hangout with and enjoy life. Everyone just wanted me to do their homework or assignments, after I've done it and given it to them their like, "your the best, we should hang out sometimes," and I stupidly believe them, numerous times. But that's life and I couldn't get distracted now, I needed that scholarship or else I don't know how I'm gonna make it to collage, I simply couldn't afford it.
Finally the bell rang dismissing Mr. Redstones class, all the sleepers jolt up as if they got electrocuted, taking there still pack bags leaving class, mumbling, "thank god, that's over,", the ones making out where still making out as if they didn't hear the bell, leaving the class almost empty, with myself and Mr. Redstones. I slowly got up not wanting all of my papers to fall to the ground, seeing that my desk was totally a mess, I carefully packed my bag and wiped my glasses, because it was completely Smudged.
As I was turning to leave Mr. Redstones called me back,
"Yes sir,
"Mr. Chase, I have a preposition for you, concerning the history trip to Salem Massachusetts, are you interested," Mr. Redstones asked, while I swore there were fire works bursting out from behind me now. I so wanted to go on this trip but took it off my to- go list, seeing that I couldn't exactly afford it, doubting that my uncle would help, mean bastard.
"Of course Mr. Redstones, what's the preposition," I was grinning from ear to ear.
"I want you to, no I need you to take my daughter around the school compound, be a guide for her until she gets settled in," instantly my smile dropped.
"What,"
Daughter, Mr. Redstone had a daughter, weird, and he wanted me to show her around, me, Ethan Chase, out of all the school population, me, I wasn't good with girls they made me feel nervous and sweaty, plus they talked to much. No decline the offer, sorry Ethan.
"Mr. Combs, I wish I could help but I'm sorry -,"
"Please Ethan, I'm not asking you to take her to the prom, only to show around for her first week here," I still didn't answer, so he continued " She's not annoying or anything, quiet and polite, she won't make you feel nervous, plus I hoped you'd understand her situation, she's kind of socially awkward and kind of well....like you, " well thank you sir for pointing that out " I hope you don't feel offended," wow, it's like he's reading my mind, and I never noticed how dark his eyes where, they were Raven black and deep, Mr. Combs was of chocolate complexion, not thick but not on the skinny side either, he was tall and partially good looking, with a deep masculine voice.
Well I did understand his situation with his daughter, plus who would understand like me, so I just nodded, it was just one week, what could possibly go wrong.
"Good, thank you," he gave me a heart warming smile, showing that he really appreciated my help
"Meet me back here after school, so I can introduce you both, OK, " yet, I nodded again, with that he dismissed me and I left for my second class, chemistry.
Katrina P.O.V
I stood at the entrance of the school door looking up at the fully block letters that spelt Riv Vich high school, what...
