Monday, July 30, 2007

   Maybe 16 ~~Part Two~~
well, not exactly PART TWO, but still, it's the second section I'm posting =]
here's part one if you didn't read it:
http://www.myotaku.com/users/moonshinedancer/posts/1174176

hope you like!

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“Yeah,” I looked straight into his eyes, “What’s it to you?”
He chuckled and grabbed my hand—lifting me out of my seat in the process. “Just wanted to kidnap you from this situation.”
With that, time seemed to slow around us as he dragged me into the hallway. What I didn’t notice was that we were running so fast that time seemed to slow, not that it was slowing in the process.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling my hand from his. I looked back to the library, where my brother had just gotten up and was about to run after us. Cassandra just gave me a shocked look, her mouth open wide.
When I looked back to the guy, he was smiling, “I was saving you from a situation which could have been harmful to you, my dear.”
Hearing him say “my dear” just got to me. It sounded familiar, which freaked me out. “I didn’t need to be saved, you jerk!”
Kota had finally made it out to the hallway, instantly standing in between the guy and me. “Leave my sister alone.”
His voice sent shivers down my spine; there was something feral about it. My brother, the guy you would think lastly about when you talk about anger.
“And what if I don’t?” the guy said with a grin. His teeth looked…longer, especially his canines. Suddenly, it looked as if a headache slammed him, because his smile faded and he was clutching his head. No scream though, it looked past a screaming pain.
Both Kota and I were shocked at this turn of events. Kota said the first thing that came to his mind, “Are you a stoner?”
I would have laughed, but the guy just shook his head and stood up tall. His eyes were shut and so was his mouth. When he opened his eyes, the irises were so black, you couldn’t see the pupil. With one glare, he was gone. It was almost as if he had said, “I’ll be back.”
Kota looked back at me questioningly, “Do you know him?”
“No…but he seemed familiar somehow,” I told him with a shrug. I looked into the library, where it seemed everyone but Cassandra, Kota and I didn’t even see what had happened. Casey looked like she wanted to come out and ask what happened, yet wanted to stay in her seat and ignore what had just unfolded in front of her. “Looks like we’re the only ones who saw that little confrontation.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Look at the library,” I told him, nodding my head in its direction. The bell was about to ring, so people were packing up their things. No one looked into the hallway; no one even wondered where Kota was. Only Casey glanced at me, trying not to make eye contact it seemed.
Kota sighed, “Well, even if they don’t notice now, they’ll notice that I’m missing soon, so I better get in there.”
“What if they won’t even know?”
“You thinking about skipping the rest of your classes?”
“Not exactly, but I want to know what just happened…”
“Don’t think too much about it, Rae,” only Kota knew my nickname, since he gave it to me. Normally he would have wanted to know also, so I knew for a fact that he knew, just he didn’t want to tell me.
“Tell me,” I let my voice grow cold and commanding. It looked like it took him an effort to shake his head, as if it wasn’t normal for him to do that.
“I don’t know,” he lied, touching his left shoulder. Giving him a hard look, I turned and walked back into the library. The bell didn’t ring until I made it to my purse and messenger bag. Cassandra glared at me when I was about to walk away, as if the whole event was my fault.
“What?! I’m tired of you just messing with my life! Tell me what’s wrong!” I yelled at her, at my wits end. “Why don’t you ever come out with what’s wrong?! I would love to hear about it!”
She was taken aback at my rebuttal of her silent judgment. Silence met my questions for a moment before she got herself together.
“What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” she started before I interrupted.
“Finally!” I screamed, making a nice little scene. “Why don’t you tell everyone? What the hell did I do to deserve everything that you’ve put me through?”
She looked shocked for a moment, “You don’t even know? Are you that clueless?”
I didn’t even let her answer any of my questions, “Fine! If you’re just going to be a little bitch, then I will just be going.”
With that, and the taste of satisfaction, I turned and walked out of the media center. As I went, it was almost as if all my troubles since that movie incident was gone—dissipated finally.
Kota met up with me farther down the hall. “What was that for?”
“I was fed up with her,” I told him, my head high even though many people were giving me mixed looks. “I won’t let her torture me anymore.”
“That’s good, but why now?”
“She gave me a look, and I just…flipped,” I told him, turning to face him. His class and her class gave me glances, but didn’t say a word. “It came naturally somehow.”
He murmured something, making me prompt him, “What was that?”
“Nothing,” he reacted.
“Why are you lying to me?” I could feel my emotions start to tie. Too much stress was overpowering me, and I was close to tears. Luckily, Kota noticed this before saying anything, and gave me a hug. I gratefully let him embrace me.
“I’m sorry, Renee,” he whispered into my ear, “There’s just too much happening lately, and more things to come.”
I nodded and gently pushed him away, “Maybe today is a good day to skip.”
“Maybe…”
And with that, I turned and walked out of the school. No one stopped me, no one even noticed. It was almost as if I was invisible to everyone, except my brother.
Knowing no where to go, since I didn’t have my license yet, I walked to the gas station up the street. Our house was only about a block away, empty, but I didn’t want to go there yet. The whole world seemed to be in the palm of my hand as I walked to the station. Peace was all I knew in that one moment. The sun warmed my head and light blue shirt. My messenger bag didn’t even seem all that heavy, and my purse had some money in it, so I could actually get something to eat before going wherever my feet took me.
At the station, there were a few kids that were skipping class as I was. I knew none of them, and they didn’t seem to mind that I was there. Then I saw him.
“Damn,” I cursed under my breath. It was the same guy that had stopped me in the hall. In the sunlight, I could see his tattoo more clearly. It was a tangle of vines and flowers, all in shades of green and black.
He walked up to me once I noticed he was there. “Sorry about before.”
“Go away,” I told him, my moment of serenity gone. “I just want to be left alone.”
“My name is Cicero Klarton,” he ignored me.
“I don’t care who the hell you are—”
“You will soon,” interrupting me, he kept going, “The full moon is in less than a fortnight, am I right?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” my birthday was also the day of the full moon, but Klarton wouldn’t have known that, he couldn’t have.
“The full moon has much to do with your future, and the future of people close to you,” he told me. I couldn’t help myself, and let him walk up to me. We were so close that if I had decided to kiss him, all I would have to do was raise my head.
“What the hell do you mean?” I asked, letting my voice grow cold once more. Klarton’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word. “What are you talking about? Tell me.”
But what he did instead looked like it took an effort. He whipped out his sunglasses—which were tucked away in his back pocket—and put them on, “How do you know how to do that?”
“Do what?” I asked, losing my calm, cool voice. Klarton was confusing me, changing the subject faster than I could seem to follow. It was as if he was trying to talk to a person of whom he knew well…
He shook his head, and looked down—yes; I’m shorter than him too—at me. “Are you sure you don’t know?”
“I’m positive,” I told him, glaring right back at him. “Stop dragging me around the conversation!”
Some of the stoners and skippers glanced over, then went along with their business as if we weren’t even there.
“Here’s not the place, and now isn’t the time,” he told me. Suddenly, he looked up and around, as if he had sensed someone. His face grew steadily tense and worried, and he turned to leave. Just before running off—and I do mean run—he whispered, “Wait for the full moon.”
Dammit! Why did I always know the weird men that said cryptic things? Ty always did the same thing, but at least his made sense! Kota didn’t say anything cryptic, up to today, but then again, maybe it was the circumstances?
The rest of the day, I didn’t really do much. Some of the stupider new stoners actually asked if I wanted some, but I just told them to go do something I think isn’t even possible. The employee told us at least three times to leave, but we just ignored the guy. I kind of felt bad, since he was just some college kid trying to make some money, but when he threatened to call the cops on us the fourth time he came out, I flipped and yelled at him until he was the one that felt bad. Everyone clapped as he walked away in shame.
The sunlight felt great and the atmosphere better. It was almost as if I had been transported to a haven far away from school, even though it was right up the road. As if no one could harm me. As if no one could ruin this perfect moment.
At around three, I heard a car pull up near by, knowing instantly it was my brother. I twisted my head around and saw his deep blue jeep, blasting the Beach Boys. I stood up and walked over. Stopping in front of the driver’s side window—I had no intention of getting into the passenger side at the moment—I waited for him to roll down the window.
“Get in, sis,” he said as soon as the window was down.
“No,” I said defiantly as I heard Surfing U.S.A. blaring back at me.
“Now, Renee,” he gave me a big-brother glare for effect, “I’m not up to dealing with your bullshit at the moment.”
“And I’m not up to dealing with your lies. If you answer my questions truthfully, then I might get in the car.” All the people I had made “friends” with in the small time I was talking to them started cheering, since they were listening in the whole time. I even heard a “you tell him, girl!” in the group standing behind me, giving me confidence.
“Fine, you can just be stranded here!” He snapped at me angrily.
“You’re not leaving without answering my questions,” I snarled just as angrily, if not more. I wasn’t about to take his bull. “Answer them, and then you may leave.”
He opened his mouth, thought for a second, and forced himself to roll up the window. Without thinking, I snapped at him, “Roll that window back down.”
He did.
“Now, tell me, did you know that kid that took me from the library?” I leaned over the window. “Tell me the truth.”
“Yes, but I don’t know him well. He just has a bad reputation, that’s all. I didn’t want you to fall into his trap,” Kota actually sounded genuine.
“Me? Think about who you’re talking about,” I laughed. “Anyway, I don’t like him, but if you leave without taking me home, I’m either walking or taking a ride with whoever will give me one, even if it’s him.”
“Fine,” Kota sighed, “Do you want to stay here?”
“Only if you need to get home right now,” I replied. “I would love to spend some more time here, but if you truly need me home at this very moment, then I will leave.”
“Alright,” he finally said, “Have fun, sis, but call me when you need to come home. I don’t want you taking a ride from a stranger.”
“Always worried about your little sister?” A voice from behind me asked. After hearing it a few times, I knew who it was. Klarton.
“Damn you, Cicero!” my brother spat bitterly as a hand descended upon my shoulder. The crowd was silent, so I guessed they were as shocked as I was with this. “Why don’t you just go back to where you came from and leave her alone?”
“She’s mine,” he whispered, leaning over to kiss the top of my head. Before he could, I twisted around and smacked him.
“I am no one’s, buster, because I am my own. Next time you say that or anything like that, it won’t be just your face that will be hurting,” my slap must have shocked him, because he had no comment for that. “Don’t touch me either.”
With that, I ignored them both and walked away. I could hear the clapping from the crowd even when I hit the trees. Once in the cool shade, I regained myself and heard my brother’s car—the Beach Boys was a hint—drive by the trees since the road was lined with them on one side.
“Come on sis, I want to go home,” he called, but I still ignored him like the stubborn person I am. Instead, I walked deeper into the forest as if I was going on a nice long walk. The farther in, the denser the trees and debris became and the harder it was for me to walk through. Still, I moved on.
After a while, I noticed serenity had fallen upon the forest, and it was almost as if I had stepped into paradise, except for one thing. I recognized that if I walked out—because I knew I had to—I would be confronted by people I no longer trusted. And if I didn’t come out, they would send someone in to look for me. Either way, I didn’t want to be disturbed, but knew no way to tell someone without being bothered.
So I climbed a tree and rested against its strong trunk. I had let my backpack fall to the ground without a second thought, since I had lugged it with me—but not before grabbing my sketchbook and pencil pouch.
A butterfly fluttered by, landing on a leaf a few feet away from me. It wasn’t a local breed, because it was pure black with a long tail coming off either wing. Instantly, I pulled out my pencil and flipped quietly to a clean page.
Caught in my drawing, I noticed nothing else around me. All there was in my little world was me, my subject, the pencil and paper. Nothing else seemed to exist until I was done. The butterfly even seemed to know it was being observed, because it would pause from time to time, giving me a great view to draw.
Once I was done, the butterfly seemed to leap off the leaf and flutter over to me. Gently, it landed on my knee once I put my sketchbook down. I watched in amazement as it slowly flapped its wings, as if showing itself off.
Time seemed to slowly pass as I watched that butterfly. Instead of flying, it looked to glide through the air, weightless. It stayed around me, though, periodically landing on my knee or head. A few times, I sketched it resting on my left hand or on a branch. It was almost too perfect to be real.
When the sun was gone, and my vision intensified, I knew I was stuck. I could still see the butterfly, but if I went into town or walked home, the moonlight would feel like fire being poured into my eyes. Sighing, I sat back.
“I don’t know what to do,” I started to tell the insect flying around me, as if it would understand me. A voice from the forest answered back instead.




sorry, that was alot...but I don't care. =]

~Okami~
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