3. Secrets

People don't have silver eyes. It's not natural. People have blue, green, hazel, brown eyes and some combination, but not silver!

I was too preoccupied with Joel's eyes that I hadn't noticed how time seemed to suddenly freeze. His hand was still on mine and time was not moving. I looked around. Out in the hallway, it was silence. Not one sound. Out in the hallway, too, I saw Star, Elizabeth and the other girl, Zoela. They were all staring at Joel and I. Finally, Joel and I pulled away, and time continued.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," he responded. His voice was not very deep, but it had a sound like... well, I couldn't really descibe it. It was very mystic sounding. I smiled and looked around for a seat. Almost as if reading my thoughts, Joel said, "You could sit with me."

"Um, thanks," I said. I slid in the chair next to him. Just then, class began. I had to focus on world history rather than Joel Sabren.

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"Come on, Sove!" the coach yelled. "Pick up the pace!"

Gym. It was tourture. Should be illegal. We were running around baseball bases to warm up for a baseball game. Teams had already been decided. Es and Jon were with me and Grace, Star and Elizabeth were on the opposing team. LIfe wasn't fair.

Life certainly didn't make any sense.

I found that out when Star - little five foot Star - hit a baseball over the fence that marked school property. We all stared in shock. Her team was going nuts, all except Elizabeth. When Star returned, she said something to Star that made Star respond by sticking out her tongue.

How on  earth did she do that? How could someone so small hit a baseball with that much power? The baseball game flew by - Star and Elizabeth's team creamed mine. On our way back to the school, I overheard Star and Elizabeth speaking.

"Way to stay inconspicuous, Star," Elizabeth said.

"What did I do?" Star asked, feigning innocence.

"What did you do? Are you the walking definintion of dumb blonde? You cannot hit a baseball that freaking hard!"

"Instincts," Star replied simply.

"Fight them."

"Cassandra!" I heard my name be called.

I turned around. "Joel," I said. "Hi."

"What class are you going to?" he asked.

"Choir," I said.

"Cool," Joel said. "So am I." He paused. "Do you want help get-" He broke off as I slid on the wet floor. Why? Why do I always have to fall when this guy's around?

He caught my elbow before I hit the floor. Again, that cool feeling spread through my body; stronger than before. Black spots danced in my vision and vageuly heard Joel call my name.

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"She's been out for a while," Joel said, worried.

"People have been out longer than she has," Elizabeth replied. "And from lesser things."

There was a pause.

"What did you see?" Star whisperd.

Joel sighed. "She'll become one of us, soon."

"How soon is soon?" Elizabeth asked, her voice strained.

"Over winter break."

Winter break? That was only a handful of months away. What did Joel mean, one of them?

"You need to tell William and Annissa," Star said. "And the other's; get their take on things."

"Is she awake?" This voice I didn't reconize. It sounded elderly. Most likely the school nurse.

"I don't know," Elizabeth said. Her tone said otherwise.

A hand pressed against my cheek, my forehead. "Honey, are you okay?" Yep, the nurse.

I sighed and slowly opened my eyes. "Yes," I said.

"Would you like me to call your parents?"


"Okay, why don't you get your things?"

I nodded and walked out of the infirmaray and to my locker. I faintly heard footsteps behind me.

Elizabeth, Joel and Star were following me. They did follow me until I sat down on a bench in view of the parking lot; waiting for my parents. Star and Elizabeth went on down the hallway, Joel however, stayed with me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I was wondering," Joel said. "Would you..um, like to hang out with me this Saturday?"

I was stunned into a brief silence. Thankfully, Julia's covertible pulled into the drive.

"Sure," I said. As I opened the door, I turned to Joel and asked, "Is this, like a date?"

He smiled. "Only if you want it to be."

The End

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