The Witchchild and the Spirits - Part 2
Thomas Point of view.
THOMAS
I glanced across the room and noticed two empty seats. The first was in the middle of the classroom by two blond girls who were staring at him and looked so much alike that they had to be sisters. The second was in the back of the room by a girl who was staring at her desk and had golden brown hair that seemed to shimmer in the light. I looked at the girl for a moment; she was the only one in the entire class who was looking at me. I wondered who she was. I decided to go sit beside her. As I walked toward her, I kept my eyes on her. I could hear the class whisper behind me and the girl in the back stiffen her shoulders. When I approached her, I held out my hand. Suddenly, the room was quiet. The girl looked up at me, and I found myself looking into a pair of hazel eyes filled with confusion, wariness, and suspicion.
"Hi, I'm Thomas Storme" I said, still holding out my hand. Her eyes narrowed on it.
"Madeline Andrews," she said before glancing back up at me and turning back around in her seat. I stood there stunned before I slowly lowered myself into my seat. Suddenly, the volume of the class increased to what I assumed was its normal volume. All through the class, I watched the girl. After the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and stopped her at the door. She had been the last one to leave.
"What?" she asked, sounding irritated.
"Nothing," I said, surprised at her tone. "I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be friends." I listened as she laughed a humorless laugh.
"Listen," she said after she had stopped. I was shocked to discover that her eyes had turned gold. "I'm not the right person to be friends with, ask anybody in this school. As a matter of fact, ask my sisters. I'm pretty sure they have plenty to tell you. I bet they'd have no problem with being your friends, but I do. So, it's best that you just stay away from me." Then, she pushed past me and almost collided into my twin sister, Elizabeth. I listened as she quickly mumbled an apology before practically running down the hall.
"Who was that?" my sister asked, looking at her.
"Just a girl in my class," I said as I glanced at her.
"She doesn't seem to like you very much," Lizzie observed.
"I don't think she likes anyone," I reply. "I don't think she has many friends."
"Her choice or theirs?" my sister asked, lifting a brow at me.
"From the anger in her voice and eyes, I'm guessing theirs."
"Hmm," my sister said, closing her eyes.
"Do you know who her sisters are?"
"I believe they're in the popular group from what I've heard from their brothers: Jessica and Teresa White, blond twins with green eyes."
"They're in my first period class," I say, frowning. "But I wonder why she said her last name was Andrews." Just then, the bell rang.
"Come on," Lizzie says. "We can't be late for class on the first day of school."
I glanced across the room and noticed two empty seats. The first was in the middle of the classroom by two blond girls who were staring at him and looked so much alike that they had to be sisters. The second was in the back of the room by a girl who was staring at her desk and had golden brown hair that seemed to shimmer in the light. I looked at the girl for a moment; she was the only one in the entire class who was looking at me. I wondered who she was. I decided to go sit beside her. As I walked toward her, I kept my eyes on her. I could hear the class whisper behind me and the girl in the back stiffen her shoulders. When I approached her, I held out my hand. Suddenly, the room was quiet. The girl looked up at me, and I found myself looking into a pair of hazel eyes filled with confusion, wariness, and suspicion.
"Hi, I'm Thomas Storme" I said, still holding out my hand. Her eyes narrowed on it.
"Madeline Andrews," she said before glancing back up at me and turning back around in her seat. I stood there stunned before I slowly lowered myself into my seat. Suddenly, the volume of the class increased to what I assumed was its normal volume. All through the class, I watched the girl. After the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and stopped her at the door. She had been the last one to leave.
"What?" she asked, sounding irritated.
"Nothing," I said, surprised at her tone. "I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be friends." I listened as she laughed a humorless laugh.
"Listen," she said after she had stopped. I was shocked to discover that her eyes had turned gold. "I'm not the right person to be friends with, ask anybody in this school. As a matter of fact, ask my sisters. I'm pretty sure they have plenty to tell you. I bet they'd have no problem with being your friends, but I do. So, it's best that you just stay away from me." Then, she pushed past me and almost collided into my twin sister, Elizabeth. I listened as she quickly mumbled an apology before practically running down the hall.
"Who was that?" my sister asked, looking at her.
"Just a girl in my class," I said as I glanced at her.
"She doesn't seem to like you very much," Lizzie observed.
"I don't think she likes anyone," I reply. "I don't think she has many friends."
"Her choice or theirs?" my sister asked, lifting a brow at me.
"From the anger in her voice and eyes, I'm guessing theirs."
"Hmm," my sister said, closing her eyes.
"Do you know who her sisters are?"
"I believe they're in the popular group from what I've heard from their brothers: Jessica and Teresa White, blond twins with green eyes."
"They're in my first period class," I say, frowning. "But I wonder why she said her last name was Andrews." Just then, the bell rang.
"Come on," Lizzie says. "We can't be late for class on the first day of school."
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