Chapter 2: ElodieMature

So, I’ll skip the boring History classes and the maths and the like to when I was walking with Sam and I got sent to Papa’s Freezeria. So one of those girls came up and bumped into me but instead of saying excuse you or to ‘watch where you’re going’; I pushed her milkshake onto her cardigan and folded my arms.

“Don’t even tell me that you weren’t thinking of doing that.” She gaped at me and there was a crowd around me that wasn’t there yesterday. But I guess, when you upstage one of the meanest girls in school, people want to see. I turned to her friend who was also gaping at me. “And, before you call Sam any rude names, remember- at least the whole school doesn’t hate him. In fact, everyone hates you, they’re just too scared to say anything.” I pointed at her. They didn’t speak. They gave me a bunch of dirty looks and grabbed each other’s arms and walked away amongst the sudden crowd of clapping. I heard some people yelling and I even saw Mr Ferdinand the grumpy Design and Technology teacher clapping with the rest.

“Well done!”

“You sure showed her!”

“They’ll be back. And this time, they’re going to hate you even more.”

That last comment was from another friend of the two stupid girls covered in milkshake. Sam took my arm and pulled me away from the crowd. He pulled me along- and I let him pull me into one of the secluded areas; empty because everyone was in the corridor I’d just been in or at the cafeteria.

“How the hell did you know all that stuff was going to happen?” Sam hissed at me. He pulled his fingers through his hair and I closed my eyes.

“I told you already. I’ve bee-

“You’ve been through the day before. Yes, but that’s…It can’t be….How?”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I swear that I will find out. Sam, I wasn’t going to keep this a secret from you. You’re my best friend in the whole entire world.” I told him. Sam clasped his hands together and hesitated before giving me a wide smile.

“I know,” He took my arm again and proceeded towards the cafeteria. “You better not keep secrets from me, I’ll always find out. Hey, do you reckon you can find out the answers to the History test and then jump back a day and tell me?”

I laughed and shook my head.

“I might not even be able to do that.”

He laughed too. I bit my lip as I smiled and stared at my best friend lovingly. I don’t know what I was thinking when I told him but I was glad that he somehow believed me.

“You don’t think I’m nuts, do you?” I asked.

“You’ve always been nuts, Elodie,” Sam laughed still, “I think something is going on and whether you like it or not, I will be on your side and believe you through everything you do.”

“That’s a relief.” I murmured. Isabelle and Riana would never say anything like that.

“I still think you’re nuts though.” Sam whispered. Then we laughed again and with his head back and his eyes closed, Sam didn’t see the cloaked figure of a man standing silently at the end of the hall. I opened my mouth to say something, but the shadowy, cloaked figure raised his arms and disappeared.

I lied. He didn’t just disappear. He raised his arms, screamed something in some language and every single locker in the hall burst open as if they had exploded from the inside. Sam yelled out. He ducked, pulling me down with him but I forced him to let go. The man had disappeared.

I cautiously paced forward to where the man had stood. Sam cowered behind a bin. I looked around the corner. There was nothing there. I heard his words inside my head.

I could only .


I shivered with sudden cold and stalked back to Sam. I offered him my hand. It was strange that no one was running to see what the loud bang was. Sam stared at me with concern.

“What the hell just happened? How did the lockers get like this? There wasn’t even a bang.” Sam whispered. He took my hand and I hoisted him up. Sam hugged himself.

“Don’t panic…. There was a cloaked guy here, and he screamed something like vos electus, but I can’t be sure.” I said calmly. I saw wheels turning in Sam’s head.

“It’s Latin.” He said. He had goose bumps rising from his arms and his face paled. “And it means ‘you have been chosen’.”

I stared at him.

I didn’t know what this meant. But somehow- Sam did.

The End

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