Nothing More Than Hate - Chapter 9
It's Here! The 2 Friggin Month wait is over! :D It really was agonize, trying to finish this chapter. The end of the year is always hectic for me, so I had little time to write. thanx to all of those who comment and read, and to those who read but don't comment lol! U guys know I love comments, so leave as much as you can! The story will start to pick up pace from here, so from this chapter on be sure not to miss chapters! Enjoy!
"OKAY! So what were some of you guys' ideas?" He looked at us expectantly, and only Ellie raised her hand. That was my Ellie. Stepping up to the plate.
"Is it rubidium mixed with red and blue food coloring?" Ellie asked that with a straight face. What the hell was rubidium?
"That is...CORRECT!" Mr. Wu had tried to psych her out. He began passing out papers and talked while he went through the rows.
"This first quarter, you guys will be working on the chemistry unit. To start it off, we will be studying the periodic table of the elements." A few opposed grumbles came from around the room, and Mr. Wu cleared his throat.
He set my paper on my desk, glancing briefly at Christina, and then at me. I shivered and examined the diagram of the periodic table. Ugh, so many letters and colors. My head started to ache so I flipped the paper over then set it down. I looked at Christina, who was too busy applying a seventh coat of lip stain to notice. She hadn't even looked at the handout yet.
"Oh no, we've run out of copies!" Mr. Wu looked apologetic, and the kid stared back up at him blankly. "I'll go run to the copier to make some more. Hey, Ms. Sora, may I use yours?" He started to walk over to my desk.
"Huh? Oh, yes, sure." A few kids snickered at my delayed response and I felt my cheeks heating up again.
Mr. Wu smiled. "Thank you!" He said. "Everyone, I'll be back in about 7 minutes. Remember, you're all high schoolers now, I don't want to find anyone wandering around the halls. Okay?"
"Yessssss," said the class.
"Alrighty," Mr. Wu grabbed a key off his desk and walked out the door, shutting it loudly behind him.
At that moment, the whole class started buzzing.
"Does he take his job seriously?"
"Dude, he's a friggin' pedo."
"I KNOW right?!"
"I never liked science teachers anyway."
I tapped my pencil on my desk and sighed. I looked at the clock. 1:12. One hour and thirteen minutes until we got out of school.
Ellie skipped over and sat in Christina's chair. (She'd gotten up to talk to some of her prissy friends.)
"What's up?" She greeted and I shrugged.
"He tripped me in art," I informed her, and Ellie let out an exasperating sigh.
"Have you had any classes with Jerry yet?" She asked, changing the subject.
"None besides homeroom and lunch," I replied, and examined the handout again. Ellie squealed and I jumped.
"OHHH I just remembered!!" She exclaimed. "JV soccer tryouts are next week!"
"Huh? Why? Don't they usually have them in the summer?" I asked, confused. Why were they having them so late?
Oh wait, I remember.
"They were rescheduled because of the tornado we had back in June, and the state wouldn't allow them to do it in August," Ellie explained.
Ellie and I had been playing soccer together for nine years, since we were in kindergarten. That's where we met each other.
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"Umph!"
I kicked the ball down the field with all my might. I looked up into the sun as I chased the ball down and squinted my eyes. Why was the sun so bright?
"Sora, Sora! Over here, pass!" I heard my friend Ellie call to me and I tried to kick the ball with my left foot this time.
It didn't go very far. It skidded across the grass a little than rolled to a stop.
"Sorry Ellie," I cried. She trotted up and kicked the ball hard upfield as a girl from the other team pushed up against her.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon in September, and the sun shone brightly across the field. It was really hard to see the paint on the grass.
I wiped the hot sweat from my eyes, and forced myself to follow the ball. Too hot, I thought, and sighed.
"Move," The defender said coldly.he pushed up against me and tried to steer me away from the goal. I pushed back and accelerated. I had to reach the goal! I passed the 18-line wound my leg back to shoot. I let out a heavy grunt and kicked the ball with all the energy I could muster.
I closed my eyes tightly and leaned forward on my knees.
I panted and tried to catch my breath.
"Oh no, is he okay?!"
"She pretty much knocked his nose off,with that kick."
"He's covering his right eye, look!"
I whipped my head up looked at the goalie. The ball had kicked him right in the eye!
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, and ran over to help him up. He was lying on his back and both his eyes were closed. He was covering his right eye.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked concernedly, and put my hand out. He opened his uncovered eye and just looked at me. I stared at him back. I noticed that he had really pretty blue eyes, and silver blonde hair.
"Hey, kid, are you okay? I'm sorry I kicked it in your eye."
I looked at him and waited for a reply. He continued to stare.
"U-uh, um." He tried to say something, but I wasn't really paying attention. I looked around and realized that the game was over, parents were packing up their chairs. Everyone's parents were leaving, and I was going to walk home with Ellie and her older sister, Janet. Ellie came running over to me and the goalie, and Janet was talking to someone on her cell phone.
"Sora!" Ellie came joined me next to the goalie, who didn't seem to have anyone to take him home. "Are you hurt?" Ellie asked, and squatted down beside me.
"Uh I-I live right there." He pointed over to a small house a few blocks away from mine. I looked over to where he was pointing. It was really small, and appeared very desolate. The yard was overgrown in some places, I saw nothing but dirt and rocks in others. How could someone live there?
"Um..." Ellie and I both stared. The boy suddenly looked nervous and shuddered a little. He looked around quickly and took a step back.
"What's wrong?" Ellie asked. The boy shook his head. "I-I have t-to go now." He turned around and hurried away towards the scary looking house. "Wait!" I called, but he didn't look back until he reached the front door of the house. He peered cautiously at us over his shoulder. I offered a weak smile, but he just snapped his head forward and slammed the door.
Then, in the winter of fifth grade, a scrawny blond kid transferred to our class.
I never quite remembered his name. Perhaps it was because he usually made himself invisible. The only time I ever noticed him in class was when he sneezed, or coughed. He didn't talk to anyone, and I never bothered to figure out where he was. I had many friends in fifth grade, so it was usually difficult trying to keep up on their names.
Nothing about the quiet kid ever sparked my interest. Except for the notable trait of silver blond hair and striking aqua eyes, that triggered something deep inside my memory.
But one thing I did notice was that the kid stared at me a lot. And I mean A LOT. He stared as if he were in a daze.
It was like that all year until a boy in me and blondie's math class asked me out for some Rita's. After that, blondie would never look me in the eye. Not even when I spoke to him. And if he did, there was something cold in his eyes, like a freezing ocean that looks appealing, but one that you refrain from jumping into.
After that I didn't see the blond kid again. That summer I was redistricted to a different middle school, and I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all I'm sure we'd only exchanged about 4 sentences the whole year, me 10 words, him 2. Sometimes I even saw his eyes in my sleep.
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Mr. Wu had returned to the class, and Ellie had taken her seat. I'll have to apologize later for tuning her out while she was talking to me.
For the rest of class, Mr. Wu droned on an on about the periodic table and I pretended to take notes, trying hard not to bang my head on my desk.
High school was sucking so far.
And before I knew it, the bell had rung, and I was rushing out of the room, trying to beat the seniors so I wouldn't get trampled. Jack actually gives good advice sometimes.
Ellie had miraculously finished packing up at her locker, and was sprinting over to mine. Jerry was lagging behind her, panting and trying to keep up. And behind him, was Mag.
Ellie stuffed the remains of my stuff into my bag and slammed my locker shut, yanking me up from the floor then pulling me down the hallway. "Whoa, Ellie, we have to wait for those two." I tried to look back at Jerry and Mag, but it was more of a glance. Ellie was moving too fast. I attempted an apologetic smile and hoped they saw it, since Ellie's speed was blurring my vision and had no chance of slowing down.
When we got outside, she dragged me all the way to her bus (she rode the bus; I preferred being driven to school). When we got to the bus loop, Ellie stopped dead in her tracks and gasped. "What's wr-", I stared ahead. My jaw dropped.
"Long time no see."
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"Is it rubidium mixed with red and blue food coloring?" Ellie asked that with a straight face. What the hell was rubidium?
"That is...CORRECT!" Mr. Wu had tried to psych her out. He began passing out papers and talked while he went through the rows.
"This first quarter, you guys will be working on the chemistry unit. To start it off, we will be studying the periodic table of the elements." A few opposed grumbles came from around the room, and Mr. Wu cleared his throat.
He set my paper on my desk, glancing briefly at Christina, and then at me. I shivered and examined the diagram of the periodic table. Ugh, so many letters and colors. My head started to ache so I flipped the paper over then set it down. I looked at Christina, who was too busy applying a seventh coat of lip stain to notice. She hadn't even looked at the handout yet.
"Oh no, we've run out of copies!" Mr. Wu looked apologetic, and the kid stared back up at him blankly. "I'll go run to the copier to make some more. Hey, Ms. Sora, may I use yours?" He started to walk over to my desk.
"Huh? Oh, yes, sure." A few kids snickered at my delayed response and I felt my cheeks heating up again.
Mr. Wu smiled. "Thank you!" He said. "Everyone, I'll be back in about 7 minutes. Remember, you're all high schoolers now, I don't want to find anyone wandering around the halls. Okay?"
"Yessssss," said the class.
"Alrighty," Mr. Wu grabbed a key off his desk and walked out the door, shutting it loudly behind him.
At that moment, the whole class started buzzing.
"Does he take his job seriously?"
"Dude, he's a friggin' pedo."
"I KNOW right?!"
"I never liked science teachers anyway."
I tapped my pencil on my desk and sighed. I looked at the clock. 1:12. One hour and thirteen minutes until we got out of school.
Ellie skipped over and sat in Christina's chair. (She'd gotten up to talk to some of her prissy friends.)
"What's up?" She greeted and I shrugged.
"He tripped me in art," I informed her, and Ellie let out an exasperating sigh.
"Have you had any classes with Jerry yet?" She asked, changing the subject.
"None besides homeroom and lunch," I replied, and examined the handout again. Ellie squealed and I jumped.
"OHHH I just remembered!!" She exclaimed. "JV soccer tryouts are next week!"
"Huh? Why? Don't they usually have them in the summer?" I asked, confused. Why were they having them so late?
Oh wait, I remember.
"They were rescheduled because of the tornado we had back in June, and the state wouldn't allow them to do it in August," Ellie explained.
Ellie and I had been playing soccer together for nine years, since we were in kindergarten. That's where we met each other.
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"Umph!"
I kicked the ball down the field with all my might. I looked up into the sun as I chased the ball down and squinted my eyes. Why was the sun so bright?
"Sora, Sora! Over here, pass!" I heard my friend Ellie call to me and I tried to kick the ball with my left foot this time.
It didn't go very far. It skidded across the grass a little than rolled to a stop.
"Sorry Ellie," I cried. She trotted up and kicked the ball hard upfield as a girl from the other team pushed up against her.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon in September, and the sun shone brightly across the field. It was really hard to see the paint on the grass.
I wiped the hot sweat from my eyes, and forced myself to follow the ball. Too hot, I thought, and sighed.
"Move," The defender said coldly.he pushed up against me and tried to steer me away from the goal. I pushed back and accelerated. I had to reach the goal! I passed the 18-line wound my leg back to shoot. I let out a heavy grunt and kicked the ball with all the energy I could muster.
I closed my eyes tightly and leaned forward on my knees.
I panted and tried to catch my breath.
"Oh no, is he okay?!"
"She pretty much knocked his nose off,with that kick."
"He's covering his right eye, look!"
I whipped my head up looked at the goalie. The ball had kicked him right in the eye!
"Oh no!" I exclaimed, and ran over to help him up. He was lying on his back and both his eyes were closed. He was covering his right eye.
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked concernedly, and put my hand out. He opened his uncovered eye and just looked at me. I stared at him back. I noticed that he had really pretty blue eyes, and silver blonde hair.
"Hey, kid, are you okay? I'm sorry I kicked it in your eye."
I looked at him and waited for a reply. He continued to stare.
"U-uh, um." He tried to say something, but I wasn't really paying attention. I looked around and realized that the game was over, parents were packing up their chairs. Everyone's parents were leaving, and I was going to walk home with Ellie and her older sister, Janet. Ellie came running over to me and the goalie, and Janet was talking to someone on her cell phone.
"Sora!" Ellie came joined me next to the goalie, who didn't seem to have anyone to take him home. "Are you hurt?" Ellie asked, and squatted down beside me.
"Uh I-I live right there." He pointed over to a small house a few blocks away from mine. I looked over to where he was pointing. It was really small, and appeared very desolate. The yard was overgrown in some places, I saw nothing but dirt and rocks in others. How could someone live there?
"Um..." Ellie and I both stared. The boy suddenly looked nervous and shuddered a little. He looked around quickly and took a step back.
"What's wrong?" Ellie asked. The boy shook his head. "I-I have t-to go now." He turned around and hurried away towards the scary looking house. "Wait!" I called, but he didn't look back until he reached the front door of the house. He peered cautiously at us over his shoulder. I offered a weak smile, but he just snapped his head forward and slammed the door.
Then, in the winter of fifth grade, a scrawny blond kid transferred to our class.
I never quite remembered his name. Perhaps it was because he usually made himself invisible. The only time I ever noticed him in class was when he sneezed, or coughed. He didn't talk to anyone, and I never bothered to figure out where he was. I had many friends in fifth grade, so it was usually difficult trying to keep up on their names.
Nothing about the quiet kid ever sparked my interest. Except for the notable trait of silver blond hair and striking aqua eyes, that triggered something deep inside my memory.
But one thing I did notice was that the kid stared at me a lot. And I mean A LOT. He stared as if he were in a daze.
It was like that all year until a boy in me and blondie's math class asked me out for some Rita's. After that, blondie would never look me in the eye. Not even when I spoke to him. And if he did, there was something cold in his eyes, like a freezing ocean that looks appealing, but one that you refrain from jumping into.
After that I didn't see the blond kid again. That summer I was redistricted to a different middle school, and I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all I'm sure we'd only exchanged about 4 sentences the whole year, me 10 words, him 2. Sometimes I even saw his eyes in my sleep.
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Mr. Wu had returned to the class, and Ellie had taken her seat. I'll have to apologize later for tuning her out while she was talking to me.
For the rest of class, Mr. Wu droned on an on about the periodic table and I pretended to take notes, trying hard not to bang my head on my desk.
High school was sucking so far.
And before I knew it, the bell had rung, and I was rushing out of the room, trying to beat the seniors so I wouldn't get trampled. Jack actually gives good advice sometimes.
Ellie had miraculously finished packing up at her locker, and was sprinting over to mine. Jerry was lagging behind her, panting and trying to keep up. And behind him, was Mag.
Ellie stuffed the remains of my stuff into my bag and slammed my locker shut, yanking me up from the floor then pulling me down the hallway. "Whoa, Ellie, we have to wait for those two." I tried to look back at Jerry and Mag, but it was more of a glance. Ellie was moving too fast. I attempted an apologetic smile and hoped they saw it, since Ellie's speed was blurring my vision and had no chance of slowing down.
When we got outside, she dragged me all the way to her bus (she rode the bus; I preferred being driven to school). When we got to the bus loop, Ellie stopped dead in her tracks and gasped. "What's wr-", I stared ahead. My jaw dropped.
"Long time no see."
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