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Chapter Four


I waltzed into Cam's house, like I owned the place, and I should, he's my boyfriend. Moving my hips side to side,  I took two steps and found I was at the wrong kind of party, everyone else was in tank tops and shorts, and I was dressed up in more of an after party affair. Whoops. 
"Hey, hey, heey!" Scott welcomed me at the door, giving me a hug, which lasted a little too long for me. I smiled at him, Emily was drunk herself, she'd never know, I'll handle him later if I get the chance. Ha, if she did find out, I'd become one of them. I gave him a winking smile and strutted into the kitchen.
Flaunt it if you got it? Check. 
"Oh my god, Anna." Cali snorked at me as I arrived in the dining area. "Seriously." 
An arm snaked around my waist, hand resting on my hip. "I think she looks hot." Cam's voice dropped, and he kissed my cheek. Cali shook her head and bent down to adjust her shoe, revealing most of her cleavage to Cameron, but as I watched Cameron's eyes flickered at Cali but stayed with me. 
Point for me.  
Cali gave me the stink eye but smirked and walked away. I looked back at Cameron, who was stilling checking the view. I smiled, it felt good to be appreciated.  "So you, what's your surprise?" I said, ruffling his hair. 
"Emily told you?" he mumbled, holding my waist. "Mhm." I answered, pulling him closer.  "You're gonna love it." his lips barely moved, and he pulled me closer until our lips touched and-
"ANNA." Emily's voice broke us apart. She stopped dead in her tracks, now aware of what she did, and shrugged. "You gotta see this." she giggled. 
She took my hand and dragged me outside to the pool. My mouth dropped. 


Brandon was soaking wet, tied to the diving board. 




AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Haha, well Anna's more of a dangerous girl than we all thoughtXD
Which brings up; How many guys has she fooled with? And is Cali really that desperate for Cameron? Whooo knows?(: 
Please, please, please, comment for a notification<3 
Love you all and have a merry Monday!

TURBULENCE || chapter - four: part VI
“Mr. Bristel, so glad of you to join us!” Mr. Dorengo announced in an overly sarcastic voice, clapping his hands together. I couldn’t control myself and took a peek over at my neighbor; his expression was emotionless and lax, but with a hint of irritation touching his features.

“Okay class, now that we’re all here, let’s delve into our new little project!” Our hippie art teacher gave another clap before going behind his desk to rustle with something.

I had zoned out through most of the introduction and instructions, so when Mr. Dorengo told us to get going, I was completely lost as to what we were supposed to be doing. The rest of the class pushed in their chairs and started to pile over at the corner closet, while I sat at my seat like an idiot. Then again, I wasn’t the only one just sitting around…

“Oh, hey there!” Mr. Dorengo came over to the table and tapped at it with the ends of his two paintbrushes. “It seems like you don’t have an assigned partner, Erin. Righteous! You can partner up with Nathan here, sound groovy?”

I could barely nod in response, and when I dared to look Nathan’s way, he was already gazing back at me. I felt my heart jump up into my throat and I had to coax it to go back down. He looked so much different up close… to be honest, he looked close to striking. He lazily blinked back at me and jerked his thumb over to the closet. His mouth was moving but I was deaf to his words.

“Hey, new girl,” He nudged at my ankle with the tip of his shoe and my reverie split in half. “Let’s go over to the closet and get some aprons.” His voice was deep and lulling, and I swore I almost fell into another daydream.

I followed him to the closet and he handed me a once beige, but now paint splattered apron. He threw it over his head and I did the same. As we walked over to a section of the room set up with easels, I managed to find my voice again.

“Um… I—do you know what we’re supposed to be doing?” I felt childish and I knew I was stumbling under his gaze. I always got tongue-tied when people stared, but he was just making it hard to even utter a single word.

“Huh, not paying attention on your first day of school? Not a good way to start off, new girl.” I was shocked at his teasing manner and the smirk that played on his lips.

“My name’s not… new girl. It’s Erin.” I shocked myself even more by the way I responded.

“Nah. I like new girl better.”

“It’s Erin!” I was suddenly infuriated by how obnoxious he had become within seconds.

“Ooh, temper, temper.” He raised a brow and that amused smirk of his only cut into his face deeper.

“I… just tell me what we’re doing. Please.” My cheeks were on fire, tiny flames set ablaze. I pushed back a lock of blonde hair and tried to contain myself.

“We’re supposed to be making portraits of our partners. We have to take turns painting each other and we have the entire class period to finish the assignment—so you just sit tight over there and let Picasso do his work.” He motioned towards the stool that was in front of the easel.

Oh god. I looked at the stool like it was some kind of torture device and hesitantly made my way over, sliding myself onto it. I suddenly began to feel conscious of my posture and, well, everything else that was utterly wrong with me. I couldn’t place a finger on why I even cared—I hardly knew the boy, and yet I was afraid he’d notice how awful my hair looked today.

“Would you… like me to pose or anything?” Why did I sound so idiotic?

“No, you’re fine…” He trailed off, somehow deep into his work now.

I couldn’t help but watch the way his wrist worked so fluidly, like he was made to hold a paintbrush since birth. His face was masked with concentration, his eyebrows merged in such a focused way. I admired the little crinkle in between them and mentally slapped myself, my brain scolding me.

It was a little after forty-five minutes when Nathan dropped his brush to the ground, paint splattering onto his black shoes. He took a single step back and eyed his work carefully. His tongue snaked out to wet the bottom of his lip before he glanced up at me with that knowing smirk.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A MONTH LATER: part six of chapter four, whaaat. haha sorry for such a long wait. yeah. enjoy.

Golden Boy
chapter four

Is up! For anyone reading Golden Boy, chapter four has been posted but got put under click here to see this quote. They said I used bad language and I looked it over three times and changed the words I thought it was but it wasn't changing and it posted like that but its there for you guys to read! 
Twinklet
Chapter Four

This Has Been The Most Magical Day Of My Whole Life c:.Twinklet Started All This.Wasn't It Obvious?.Remember When That Bully Was Punching Her?.It Wasn't Because Of The Lolipop....

''HEY TWINKEY!'' I Shout ''Where Are You Off To''
''Nowhere'' She Lies
''Nowhere?'' Says Me,Viola,Olivia And Monica Together
''Its A Secrec-'' Begins Twinkey Then Suddenly Covers Her Mouth.
''Did You Know 99% Of Girls Can Keep Secrects?'' Meaows Olivia
''Yeah Tell Us'' Quacks Monica
''I Love Secrects o3o'' Woofs Viola
''*Sigh* Okay,But Promise You Won't Tell Anyone.'' Says Twinkey
''Sure cx'' I Say.
''Follow Me'' Says Twinkey.

Twinkey Leads Us To...
1
2
3

THE BATHROOM!!! .0.

''Wait.So The Bathroom Was Never Discovered In The School Except Now?!'' Yawns Viola
''Were Not Done!!'' Mumbles Twinkey
Twinkey Places Her Hand On The Wall.

''Okay.'' Says A Freaked Out Monica,Viola And Olivia
''STOP RUSHING ME WOMAN! >:c'' Says Twinkey.

O_O

There Becomes A Door In The Wall.We All GASP.

''Okay,Do You Know Whats Behind This Door?''

''STOP RUSHING ME WOMAN O_O

 
Hidden Chapter Four

Out of Reach by Mattew Perryman Jones

♥ Jace ♥

I drove up to Rosewood Middle School as thousands of memories flew in my mind.As usual the blistering heat burned practically anyone standing outside for long.The trees had grown up taller as I remembered that day when I saw Alli walking in the FBI meeting.Savannah had gotten so jealous when I was looking at her but to tell you the truth Savannah had nothing to be jealous of ever of Alli.After 14 years later my daughter Alyssa had blond hair and green eyes and somehow not looking like Savannah in any way.Alyssa sat down putting her backpack neatly and sighed.

I spoke up,"Hey honey how did school go?"

"Good I missed all of my friends but I'm soooo tired!"Alyssa exclaimed making me chuckle.I remembered I felt the same way eveytime I went to school on the first day of school.As I had seen her walk I knew guys glanced at her like she was a princess or something.

We talked animately about school and my memories of it as she nodded along and sipped on water.The ride didn't take too long as we pulled in the house and Savannah stood there with a golden colored dress on.My mouth had dropped as Alyssa laughed at my reaction.

"Hey honey cakes."I said and kissed her.

"Jace! I'm busy right now and I thought Alyssa was staying over at a friends house."Savannah exclaimed.

I stood back then said,"But she stays over a friends house every day.... I thought it would be nice to have a family together."

"Family my @/s! I don't want her in my sight!"Savannah shrieked as Alyssa's eyes threatened to unleash a flood.

"Mom did I make you mad somehow?I'm sorry mom."She whispered.

Savannah grabbed Alyssa's arm then said,"I wish you were never born you filthy child!"Savannah screamed then threw her on the floor.Alyssa started crying as I hugged her.Lately Savannah and I had these fights and poor Alyssa got hurt.Savannah started taking drugs so I had to move to my other house with Alyssa since she could get hurt or worse.

Alyssa sobbed then said,"Why daddy? Why does mom have to be so mean?"

I didn't answer as I cleaned her wound and made her cookies so she can eat something while doing her homework.The quietness of the house echoed around as I felt like I needed to talk to someone.But who could I talk to? Who would understand me? I knew the answer before the questions but I was afraid to actually believe it.

I told Alyssa that I would come back by 6 and she nodded as I got in my car.For a minute I didn't start it as I heard my heavy breathing in the awkward silence.In slow motion I gunned the engine and drove off to the hospital.As cars whizzed by so did my memories of 14 years ago.That night at the chruch ruined my sleep as I remembered her screams and my words that came back to haunt me.Did I really pick the right choice? Those thoughts beckoned in my mind then I shrugged it off.

I got in the hospital and checked in to see her as I stepped in her room.Her face was beautiful as usual and her pink lips were closed as I knew her brown hair lavisly kept all these years.With baby steps I sat down next to her and grabbed her hand.

"I'm sorry.......I'm sorry Alli."I said.

I almost felt her thumb circling my hand but maybe it was just me wishing she would come back and take Savannah to jail.I don't know why but I kept on imagining Savannah would be more mature but she never did become mature.

I spoke up again."Alli I don't know why I did it. I've become mature and living with Savannah is hard.I just want to say sorry Alli."

Now I felt a little stupid as one tear landed on her hand.I looked up and felt my face that had tears.In a quick flash I wiped them away and walked out the room.

Maybe one day Alli will wake up but I might never change.

A/N:Hey guys so what do you think of Jace's point? Do you think he's faking it or is he serious? Any ideas on what you think will happen next? Do these chapters seem a little similar?Comment if you listened to the song and tell me if you think it fits Jace.As usual thanks for reading and have a great summer =]

TURBULENCE || chapter - four: part V
“Hey, maple leaf lover, stop day dreaming!”

It was Annie’s voice that pulled me down like gravity, a smirk touching her features. I swallowed hard and blinked for a moment, licking my lips. Daniel was now staring at me too, the same catty grin stamped on his face.


“What?” I mumbled quietly, feeling all the heat in my body moving to my cheeks.

“You were starin’, weren’t ya?” Dan teased. At that moment I suddenly realized how annoying his accent was.

“N-no!” I sputtered defensively, shocked at my outburst. I clasped a hand over my mouth. F
×ck, they can see right through me!

“Aw, leave the girl alone,” Annie laughed and threw her apple up into the air, catching it swiftly in her hand.

“Oh, and now you suddenly care about’er?”

“You know, there are times where I just want to punch you square in the jaw.”

“I’d like to see you try, dipsh
×t!”

They were suddenly at it again and I watched with amusement. Their little fights seemed to just get more interesting and more interesting, and these idiots were slowly creeping their way into my heart. I cringed at the idea, grabbing at the water bottle on my tray. As I took a swig, I couldn’t help but steal another glance up at the window to find the stranger outside, but he was gone.


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“Art… what does it mean to you?”

It was now fourth period, and my peers and I were sitting in our seats looking at probably the weirdest sight ever to be seen in school history. There, sitting on top of his desk, was the art teacher Mr. Dorengo. His legs were folded in crossed position and his eyes were glued shut to the class. I swear you could hear him humming under his breath, inhaling and exhaling deep like this was a yoga class and not an art class. When he finally came back down to Earth, his eyelids peeled open and his thin line of a mouth was replaced with a toothy grin.

“To me, it means peace. Serenity. Absolute and total combination of the mind and body!” He was preaching to us now and I felt like vomiting something that looked similar to today’s lunch.

He pushed himself off of his desk and I could hear the slight snickers as we took in his choice of clothing. His pants were like shawls but with holes for the legs, and his shirt was a tie dye print that I could see he had gotten from a Grateful Dead concert. He wore a handkerchief around his head that was also tie dye and on his feet he wore flimsy sandals.

“Yeah, art is just a radical thing… you know what else is rad? Attendance!” Mr. Dorengo got a clipboard from under his desk and began his rounds of names.

“Michaelson… Phillips… Pierce…” He checked off the names as he passed each table.

When I came into the classroom, I wasn’t sure where to sit. All of the seats upfront seemed to have been taken, so I decided to sit at an empty one in the back. When Mr. Dorengo came around to my table at last though, he rubbed at his beard thoughtfully.

“And who are you?”

“Gilmour… I-I’m Erin Gilmour.” I fumbled under his gaze, my words coming out strangled.

“You must be the new student! Well, nice to meet you Erin—namaste!” He put his hands together in prayer form and I managed to give a pained smile, relived when he began to walk away.

“And as usual, no Bristel…” Mr. Dorengo grumbled as he tossed the clipboard onto his desk, his right index finger diving underneath his headband to scratch at his forehead.

There was suddenly the sound of a door opening and closing, accompanied by the quiet shuffle of feet. I was in the process of holding back a yawn and when I turned to see who had just burst in, the yawn died in my throat. The entire gaze of the class was now on who was just coming in. Who was now taking their sweet time to come towards us. Who was now going around and weaving through the maze of tables. Who was now slinking into the empty seat next to me. The room was dead silent, and not the tranquil kind either. I swallowed hard and averted my eyes from the gentleman next to me. Nathan.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
so here's part five. gettin' closer and closer to the end of chapter four. i'm currently writing chapter five at the moment, but updates will be kinda slow. sorry! i have a lot going on this month that could quite possibly carry out through next month. ah well. anywho, happy reading! hope you enjoy! p.s. Mr. Dorengo's a pretty cool cat, ain't he? ;-)


TURBULENCE || chapter - four: part IV
He outstretched his hand for me to shake and I took it, relieved that I wasn’t juked like earlier. Daniel seemed fairly nice—a lot nicer than Annie at least—and I could tell he wasn’t from here by that accent.

“Yeah, Danny boy here is Australian. Oi Daniel, look at the size o’ that croc!” She tried to do an Aussie impersonation but sounded more Irish than anything.

“Oh yeah, just look at it!” He flipped his middle finger at her, shoving it in her face to which she laughed in response.

I even chuckled myself. I couldn’t help it, the corrupted duo was getting to me. I stabbed my fork at the slop that sat on my tray before looking up, feeling a pair of eyes boring into my head. Sure enough, it was Daniel who was gazing at me with his eyebrows knit in confusion. He rubbed at his jaw, raising a brow now.

“So our dearest Annie here has a bit of a foreigner fetish,” He began and pointed accusingly at her.

She only lifted her shoulders in a shrug, an amused expression on her face as she chewed away on a bite of apple.

“Anyway, I was just wonderin’ where you were from?”

I felt my throat constrict as I began to speak. “Canada. Alberta, Canada.”

“She speaks!” Dan lifted his arms in some sort of victory, high-fiving Annie who was giggling to herself. I felt a smile tug at my lips.

“She barely talks. You know what they say though… the quietest ones are always the deadliest.” Her tone was suddenly serious and they both looked at me with faux suspicion, grinning as they did so.

I sheepishly smiled at them both, returning my attention to the mush on my plate. I stabbed at it some more, half-listening to Annie and Dan argue about something, half-zoning out. Getting bored of mutilating the so-called food, I absentmindedly scanned the room before finding something that caught my eye. It was outside, on the other side of the lunchroom windows. It was a person that stood there, lighting a cigarette. Their hood was up so I couldn’t identify who it was, but I saw its hands cup around the lighter as they lit their cigarette.

“Well Erin, anything you wanna know about Metzger High?”  Dan’s voice brought me back to reality. He leaned in, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“I’ll tell you what you really want to know.” The blonde chimed in, and shifted in her seat, stabbing the air as she pointed at people from different tables. “Sl
×t, sl×t, sl×t, wh×re, idi×t, moron, meathead, alcoholic, druggie, hippie, wanna-be, h×e, b×tch, weirdo—“

“What about him?” It was surprising, I was actually participating in conversation—even if it wasn’t the most appropriate. I gestured to the figure that stood outside the cafeteria.

“Oh, him? That’s… is it Nathan?” She turned to Dan, scrunching up her face in an unsure manner.

“Mhm, Nathan Bristel.” He nodded as he followed our gazes to the boy at the window.

“Yeah, he doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t attend school that much either. He seems cool though, he lit my cigarette for me when I forgot my lighter.” She shrugged and returned to munching on her apple.

“I thought you gave up smoking, Anns!” The table bumped as Daniel gave a sharp kick, shouting at her.

“Ow, what the f
×ck! Okay, so I lied!”

I could hear them bicker but I wasn’t listening. No, my attention was miles away as I stared across the cafeteria and out the grimy window, tilting my head with curiosity. I could tell by the way he slouched against the building that he was tall, his knees bending slightly. He had the laziest expression on his face as he stared through half-lidded eyes, smoking escaping his lips as he exhaled. From under his hood, I caught the glimpse of dirty blonde hair and I was tempted to go over there and yank off the hood for just a second to get a better look at—

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
woot, cliffhanger i guess? we're nearing the end of chapter four! sorry it's been taken a little longer than i hoped. there's just a lot of formatting involved, censoring, and witty only allows you to post a certain amount of characters. ah well. happy reading and hope you enjoy! daniel and annie make me happy. :-)


TURBULENCE || chapter - four: part III
36, 18, 7. That was my locker combination and by the end of third period, I had it burnt into my skull. I walked down the west wing of the school where my locker was located, backpack stuffed with textbooks, papers, folders, and more. When I got to locker #734, I opened it and immediately began to shove the heavy stuff into it. If I was going to be carrying my bookbag everywhere with me, I wanted it to be light as possible yet still have my necessities.

My locker door was suddenly pushed all the way open, slamming against the locker next to mine. I whipped my head to find Annie leaning on it, a grin stamped on her face. Now that she was standing, I had a clear view of her dark attire. She was adorned with a long racer back tanktop covered by her leather jacket, some thin tights, her combat boots, and a large array of dangling necklaces and crosses. She strummed her fingertips off the top of my locker and raised a brow.

“Looks like we’re locker buds, sunshine.”

Sh
t. She now strung her arm around me, shutting my locker door. I wasn’t sure if Annie liked me or not, but I shut up and stayed silent as she walked me down the hall.

“C’mon Miss Canada, let’s go get us some grub,” She drawled on and led us towards the cafeteria. What were all these nicknames? It seemed like she would be calling me anything but Erin.

I wasn’t sure what was worse the moment I walked into Metzger High’s cafeteria. Was it the smell? The air had an awful sour scent to it, like week old milk or perhaps the bitter hearts of the lunch ladies who served us. Maybe it was the food in general, how it looked. As Annie and I progressed through one of the three lunch lines, the old women in hairnets continued to slap god-knows-what into styrofoam bowls. I couldn’t tell if that was food or sewer sludge.

Yet no, not even the horrid smell or food was bothering me the most. Because the moment I punched in my student ID numbers onto the keypad, the moment my transaction was confirmed, the moment I slid my tray off the serving station and turned, I realized.

There was no way in hell I was fitting in here.

I kind of froze in place, tray in my hands, staring wide-eyed at the lunchroom. You wouldn’t think it, but it felt almost like a surreal cliché chick flick movie. There were cliques everywhere. You know how a most people are all, ‘ugh I hate stereotypes’?

Well, unfortunately that was the case. The goths sat at one table, the A-listers at another, the jocks in one, the stoners at the other. The list could go on and on—name the stereotype and it was there. I suppose this was what you would call the ‘status quo’. And I suppose you could say I just didn’t seem to fit in any of them.

“Yoo-hoo, Celine Dion,” Annie called out to me, bumping her hip against mine.

I stumbled a bit and snapped out of my thoughts before following her like a lost puppy. She made a few zigzags around some tables before stopping at one in particular. It was pushed nearly to a corner. The blonde sat down and patted the space next to her. I obediently did as gestured and took a seat.


There was only one other person at the table. It was a boy, and he was deeply engorged on whatever was on his iPhone. He didn’t even glance up when we had sat down. Annie raised a brow at him, quirking her red lips, before slyly curling her finger around his phone and pressing the hold button. It was then that he looked up, glaring at her.
 
“Oi, Annie, you gronk!” He snapped angrily at her. His voice leaked of a foreign accent and I wasn’t sure if it was British or New Zealand sounding or what.
 
“Oh, calm your itty bitty tts.” She rolled her eyes and smiled at me. “Erin, this is Steve Irwin. Steve Irwin, this is Erin.”
 
“Alright, you little bgger,” He warned her and then turned to me with a grin. “I’m Daniel.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
late night chapter because why not. again, i'm sorry for the weird censoring... i really hate witty sometimes. anyway, hope you enjoy. i had tons of fun with annie and daniel, and they were inspired by a lot of things. you'll be seeing more of them, i assure you. happy reading!


TURBULENCE || chapter - four: part II
Goooood mornin’, Mavericks! Today is the 3rd of November and it’s a beautiful day here in Portland, Oregon!” This little tidbit received multiple mutters from the class. “If you could please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance.”

People began to shift from their seats to get up and face the American flag in the classroom. Over the intercom, whoever was behind it began to recite whatever the Pledge of Allegiance was. My classmates put their right hand over their heart and while some moved their lips to recite along, others remained silent. Confused, I put my hand over my heart as well. I had no idea what the hell we were doing, but I suppose it was similar to what we used to do in my old school. Back in Sammons, we would stand for “O Canada” which was our national anthem and then sit back down when it finished.

“…With liberty and justice for all. You may be seated.” Everyone sat back down and returned to their slumped positions.

The voice on the intercom continued to talk about some events and clubs that were going on afterschool, and I quickly zoned out while it spoke. I had no interest in much of anything anymore, not after everything that’s happened. I picked at a few lint b
lls that lined my sleeve, absentmindedly rolling them in between my fingers.

It was until I heard a ‘psst’ being aimed my way that I perked up. I looked around, cautiously sweeping my hazel green eyes from either side of me. Neither of my neighbors seemed to have alerted me for attention, and I was about to return to slumping in my seat. I suddenly felt a sharp jab on my right shoulder and turned around to face the person who had just stabbed me with their finger.

A girl with bleached blonde wavy hair stared back at me. Dark rings of coal black make-up surrounded her azure eyes and her lips were splashed a bright crimson. She pursued her redden lips, drumming her fingers on the edge of her desk. They were clad with all sorts of silver rings and spikes. I noticed her nails were painted black which matched the rest of her dark ensemble, from her make-up to her combat boots. She stared at me as if I was some sort of vulnerable rodent and I could tell that she saw herself as the large jungle cat.

“New girl?” It rolled of her tongue almost threateningly.

I swallowed, squeezing the cuff of my sweater tightly in my hand. She held out her hand for me to shake and I glanced at it.

“Well c’mon, I don’t have a disease.” She rolled her eyes, a dirty smirk playing at her lips.

I hesitantly reached out for it but she quickly pulled away, leaving me to greet the air. She let out an amused laugh and leaned back in her seat, propping her boots up onto her desk. Her hands supported the back of her head as she rocked in her chair, now wearing a bored expression. Should’ve seen that coming, I scowled to myself as I turned back in my seat. When the announcements ended, the teacher got up from her chair and walked over to the blonde behind me. Mrs. Travers looked at her as if she were a stain on a white shirt, grimacing as she saw the girl’s muddy boots taking space on the desk.

“Annie, this is not your living room,” She narrowed her eyes, arms folded against her chest.

“Oh it isn’t? Well shoot, so much for the nap.” The girl smiled up at her with a sht-eating grin, not moving an inch from her comfy position.

“Get your feet off the desk, or it’ll be another detention.” Mrs. Travers lowered her voice, seriousness embedded in her words. Annie dropped her feet with a scowl, sitting up and avoiding eye contact.

Jesus, I thought, keeping my eyes straight forward. If this was English class today, then I was scared to know how it would be for the rest of the year. The teacher thanked her—to which Annie muttered an obscenity—before returning to the front of the class. She uncapped a blue expo marker and began writing on the board.

“Okay class, please take out your part one of ‘The Art of Poetry’ so we can begin the lesson.” I moved the sheet in front of me, ready to follow along. Finally, some classwork.

“Oh, before we begin, I would like to introduce a new student to our class. Erin, if you could please stand up?”

When I looked up to the board, I saw ‘ERIN’ written in blue as well as pairs of eyes staring in my direction. I got up and averted my gaze to my shoes, suddenly taking a large interest in them.

“Her name’s Erin Gilmour and she’s from Alberta, Canada. Why don’t we give her a warm welcome?” At least Mrs. Travers sounded a little hopeful.

There was no welcome, but I swore I heard a certain someone humming the tune of “O Canada” behind me. I sat back down and the lesson begun. It was going to be a long, grueling day.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
hi, here's part two for ya. it is just a pain to format everything. i apologize if there's any weird censoring in there... i had to do it because witty kept telling me there was a bad word in the quote. can you even believe witty considers the word, 'b4lls' as offensive!? it wasn't even in the same context of what it thought it meant. anyway, the next part should be up soon. toldja, this chapter was a long one! okay, happy reading and have a nice day.


TURBULENCE || chapter - four: part I
I had made it through the front entrance, trying my best not run into anyone as I clumsily carried my way past. There was people everywhere, all of these unfamiliar faces, and I felt that knowing bitterness climb my throat. I held my breath as I weaved around the groups of people, all standing in their stereotypical cliques. I saw a bench near a cluster of lockers and sat down, opening my bookbag.


I searched to find the packet that contained the necessities like my schedule, my locker number, combination, etc. I held the thick stack in my hand and realized that English was my first period of the day. Brilliant, that was upstairs. I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, getting up so abruptly that I accidentally knocked into someone.


“Watch it, b
tch!” I heard the words being hurtled at me, followed by small strains of snickers. Ignore them. I commanded myself not to get into it, not to look in that vicinity, and instead just head upstairs to room A230.


I walked in and was greeted by my nonexistent peers and very present teacher. I assumed I was early, and that the rest of the class was just “too cool” to show up before the bell rang. I located the woman at the front desk and started towards her. She got up from her computer and turned to face me.


A smile sat on her face and her neck was adorned with a thin multi-colored scarf. She looked in her late-twenties and her red hair was up in a 50s-inspired hairstyle with the curls going on. Her green eyes studied me from behind her rectangular framed glasses and I couldn’t help but take a liking to her immediately.

“Hi, you must be Erin,” she extended a pale hand for me to shake which I took. “I’m Mrs. Travers.”

I could only nod and stare back a bit awkwardly, blinking at her like she was some kind of alien species. I suppose I couldn’t help it—this was new, all of it, and I could only hope Mrs. Travers could understand.

“I… Do you understand what I am saying?” She looked at me sheepishly and raised a brow.

“Y-yes.” When I finally spoke up and nodded, she sighed in relief.

“Oh, good. I’m sorry sweetie, I thought you didn’t know a darned word I was saying! You’re from Alberta, Canada aren’t you? I apologize, I thought they all spoke French in Canada…” She reddened slightly and I couldn’t help but internally smile at her foolish misconception.

“Well uh, thank goodness you’re early! We can catch you up a bit on the lesson. If you could take a seat right over there, I’ll hand you your papers.” She motioned to the desk a little to the left in the second row.

I took a seat and set my backpack down, looking around her classroom. There were motivational posters stuck up everywhere as well as other nonsensical sht about being a responsible student. There was one wall in particular that stood out though. It had a bunch of papers pasted to the concrete surface, all of them in a consecutive order. I stared at them for a moment longer before jolting to attention when I hear Mrs. Travers speak.

“I like to call that wall the ‘Wall of Glory’. It’s basically just an entire wall filled with superior papers that students wrote over the years. Cool, isn’t it?” She smiled as she studied it, gathering up a few papers in her hands.

She passed me the sheets of paper and I looked at them carefully. ‘The Art of Poetry and What It Entails: Part I’ Ah, that pamphlet about depression was suddenly not looking too bad. Don’t get me wrong, I loved poetry and writing and all that stuff, but this just didn’t seem to hit the target of, “WOW FUN!” Then again, this was school, and when was anything ever in that category?

“So yes, we’re going to be analyzing and studying poetry for this lesson—maybe even write our own, who knows?” Mrs. Travers clasped her hips with her hands. “Do you think you’re a good writer, Erin?”

“I’m… alright, I guess.” I shrugged, my fingers shuffling the papers. To be honest, I didn’t really know. For a seventeen year old, I didn’t write too horribly, yet I wasn’t the next Jane Austen.

She chuckled in amusement before heading back to her desk, looking up at the clock. The five-minute bell sounded off and slowly, one by one, people began to fill the empty seats. I was given a few weird stares, but for the most part I went unnoticed. When the final bell rung, Mrs. Travers shut her door and told my peers to quiet down as the morning announcements came on the intercom.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
hi i feel awful that i haven't been posting any chapters recently. school has just really gotten me in its grip, but everything now is slowly dying down. to make up for it though, i've made chapter-four into a few parts so it's a long one. :-) i can't promise that i'll be very active, but i'll try. also, witty keeps saying there's bad words in my quote, but i'm sure i censored all of them? ugh, it's so annoying. anyway, happy reading!

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