Whispers
in the Dark
Chapter 2
After I signed my name to the signup sheet, I left the front office. Cassi was waiting for me. And again she was talking to someone. This time it wasn’t some stupid inconsiderate jock. Instead, it was a girl. Like the guy in the office, she too had pitch black hair. Her eyes seemed to be a pale green with a very small ring of black around the green iris.
“We just moved here.” I walked up just as she was answering Cassi’s question. Her voice was low, but tinkly. Very girly. But, still low. I walked up, and she seemed to tense. She tilted her head to one side and stared at me. Cassi, turned her head, She smiled when she saw me.
“Are you ready?”
“OH, yeah. Kirsten, I’m sorry. I have to-“
“That’s okay. I’ll see you later.” She turned and walked away. She was so graceful, it was disturbing, and I found myself staring after her. What the heck is going on? Why are these two kids acting so weird? I suddenly got this weird feeling, like I was being watched. But, I was in a high school. It was probably just some perve checking me out. The bell rang.
“Crap. Come on. We have to go.” We ran up the steps. I was at the top of both flights before she was half way up the first. She tripped and staggered.
“Why... Can’t... you... walk... like a... normal person?” “It’s not my fault.” I went back down the steps and helped her up. At a slow pace, which I found totally annoying, we walked to class. She turned left and went to Algebra while I headed on to Pre cal.
I settled into my chair and pulled out my homework from the night before. The bell rang again. After a little while, the teacher spoke.
“Everyone, we have a new student today.” I looked up. It was the boy from the office. I watched as his eyes swept over the classroom, before finally resting on mine. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. “His name is Zachariah Night. He transferred all the way from Canada. Zachariah, why don’t you tell us about yourself?”
“I’m Zachariah.” My stomach twisted into knots at the sound of his voice. It was deep, but musical. It added mystery to this already mysterious boy. The teacher realized he wasn’t going to say anything else. She cleared her throat.
“Why don’t you take a seat there next to Dasha.” Just as she was telling me to raise my hand, he strode across the room and sat down into the seat next to me.
Chapter 2
After I signed my name to the signup sheet, I left the front office. Cassi was waiting for me. And again she was talking to someone. This time it wasn’t some stupid inconsiderate jock. Instead, it was a girl. Like the guy in the office, she too had pitch black hair. Her eyes seemed to be a pale green with a very small ring of black around the green iris.
“We just moved here.” I walked up just as she was answering Cassi’s question. Her voice was low, but tinkly. Very girly. But, still low. I walked up, and she seemed to tense. She tilted her head to one side and stared at me. Cassi, turned her head, She smiled when she saw me.
“Are you ready?”
“OH, yeah. Kirsten, I’m sorry. I have to-“
“That’s okay. I’ll see you later.” She turned and walked away. She was so graceful, it was disturbing, and I found myself staring after her. What the heck is going on? Why are these two kids acting so weird? I suddenly got this weird feeling, like I was being watched. But, I was in a high school. It was probably just some perve checking me out. The bell rang.
“Crap. Come on. We have to go.” We ran up the steps. I was at the top of both flights before she was half way up the first. She tripped and staggered.
“Why... Can’t... you... walk... like a... normal person?” “It’s not my fault.” I went back down the steps and helped her up. At a slow pace, which I found totally annoying, we walked to class. She turned left and went to Algebra while I headed on to Pre cal.
I settled into my chair and pulled out my homework from the night before. The bell rang again. After a little while, the teacher spoke.
“Everyone, we have a new student today.” I looked up. It was the boy from the office. I watched as his eyes swept over the classroom, before finally resting on mine. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. “His name is Zachariah Night. He transferred all the way from Canada. Zachariah, why don’t you tell us about yourself?”
“I’m Zachariah.” My stomach twisted into knots at the sound of his voice. It was deep, but musical. It added mystery to this already mysterious boy. The teacher realized he wasn’t going to say anything else. She cleared her throat.
“Why don’t you take a seat there next to Dasha.” Just as she was telling me to raise my hand, he strode across the room and sat down into the seat next to me.
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