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skymuffins2011-08-12 07:38 pm
notjustwhispers) wrote in skymuffins2011-08-12 07:38 pm
[Sept. 6/11] Third Floor Hallway, Afternoon
There was something rotten in this school.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the Aaron guy (whatever he was called) in his class muttered about doom all the time, or the way that the teachers paid very little attention to them--half of them didn't even acknowledged raised hands in a classroom which went against everything he'd picked up from all his previous teachers. It wasn't even the fact that the only people who treated his grade normally were, well, his grade.
Though that played a part in it. He didn't give a damn about most of his seniors.
But, see, the thing was--he'd been as this school since Thursday. It was Tuesday. He'd heard nasty rumours of that girl, what was her name again?, who was being ignored by her brother. He'd heard about the boy who couldn't find his sister and she was supposed to be here.
Seth liked to think he was a reasonable, logical sort of guy. His parents agreed. He was steady. He was deliberate.
Which would be why, not even a week after he'd started school, he'd skipped his afternoon classes and positioned himself down the hallway Sarah would have to walk, in order to get to her next class.
He folded his arms over his chest and waited.
See, unlike the girl who'd been crying over her brother, Seth wasn't the sort to cry, or complain that his sister was avoiding him, though she was.
No, he thought, I'm the sort that does something about it.
That suited him just fine.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the Aaron guy (whatever he was called) in his class muttered about doom all the time, or the way that the teachers paid very little attention to them--half of them didn't even acknowledged raised hands in a classroom which went against everything he'd picked up from all his previous teachers. It wasn't even the fact that the only people who treated his grade normally were, well, his grade.
Though that played a part in it. He didn't give a damn about most of his seniors.
But, see, the thing was--he'd been as this school since Thursday. It was Tuesday. He'd heard nasty rumours of that girl, what was her name again?, who was being ignored by her brother. He'd heard about the boy who couldn't find his sister and she was supposed to be here.
Seth liked to think he was a reasonable, logical sort of guy. His parents agreed. He was steady. He was deliberate.
Which would be why, not even a week after he'd started school, he'd skipped his afternoon classes and positioned himself down the hallway Sarah would have to walk, in order to get to her next class.
He folded his arms over his chest and waited.
See, unlike the girl who'd been crying over her brother, Seth wasn't the sort to cry, or complain that his sister was avoiding him, though she was.
No, he thought, I'm the sort that does something about it.
That suited him just fine.
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Seth scolded himself for being a twit and thought of what to say now that she'd stopped.
"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked finally. It wasn't the first question he wanted to ask--that was 'why does everyone call you Sorrow?' but it was one that worried him. "Why is everyone avoiding us?"
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Think and not say. Sarah closed her eyes tightly against the urge to turn and face him. She didn't want to have his face seared into her memory, not when he'd surely look at her like she was betraying him for not talking.
Not when he might not last out the year.
She could not answer him anyway. Sarah shrugged.
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Seth's eyes narrowed as he realized something else-- he hadn't heard his sister say anything to anyone in the almost-week that he'd been here. And he'd been listening.
He cursed himself for an idiot.
"Right," he said, "forget that for now, different question: why don't you speak?" He tried to keep his voice from sounding plaintive but wasn't entirely successful.
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Sarah bowed her head, then shook it.
She did not speak. Not to anyone. The interaction she'd had with--with that other student, who she was avoiding a little more deliberately than she avoided everyone else--was the exception to the rule.
Sorrow had been silent for years, and talked to no one, unless they were dead.
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No one called her that these days. Some days, she didn't call herself that. Just Sorrow.
She flipped open a thin notepad that she kept in her pocket and the tiny pen that came with it and wrote two words on it. Then, she ripped the paper from the pad, crumpled it in her hand and dropped it.
Before she could convince herself to stay, she started moving. Away from him. She had to get away from him. She had class--that was as good a reason as any. Her pace wasn't quite a run, but only because she didn't dare on the slippery floors.
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Seth grit his teeth hard enough for them to ache and swung around. It was then that he spotted the paper on the ground. He picked it up.
His sister's writing, a little wobblier than normal, said: It's Sorrow.
The paper was crumpled in his hand violently. "No," he told the empty hall, "it's not."
This school was insane. He spun and smashed his fist against the wall, doing no harm to the stone, and jolting his arm. He stayed there, just breathing, for a long while.
And thinking what the fuck?