I went to school alone the next day. Not because of another one of Seth's mood swings but because he was really hyper this morning. The flashback popped up in my head.
"I can't believe Jean doesn't believe me! I am Future's descendant!"
"Come on Seth! Let's go to school!" I had said.
Then he screamed, "Bloody He**," in an English accent.
So I just told him to stay at home and not come to school if he didn't want to. Then I started walking to school; and that's what I'm doing right now.
It was long and boring on the way. Meanwhile, using my energy manipulation power, I sucked out the energy of most of the things I saw so I could walk faster to school.
The stupid thing about me is that I could've used my telekinesis to fly to school but that'll make me tired faster. So it's better to walk to school. My mind wandered on to Seth later on. I didn't know how my family would react if they saw Seth like this (and they probably heard when Seth screamed "Bloody Hell"). Usually in movies, these scenes are funny. But with Seth, they're a nightmare.
I got to school before the second bell rang but when I walked into the classroom, the whole class stared at me and asked in unison, "Where's Seth?"
I stopped in my tracks. They were all staring at me really weirdly.
"So what are you guys up to now?" I asked them, walking to my desk.
"Look, Seth has been hiding something from you," Ruth said, stepping up.
"He has nothing to hide from me. I know all his secrets."
"Do you?" Then you must know he's Masumi's son," Justin said.
I froze. They weren't supposed to know this.
"How do you guys know?" I snapped at them.
"Oh, so you did know before this. But anyway, what I wanted to say is that Masumi sent thugs to actually try and beat us up. Those thugs tried to get information out of us but instead, we made it the other way around and figured out Seth is Masumi's son. You see, Seth's mom had an affair with-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know," I said interrupting Ruth's explanation. "But you guys know everything? Including the part where Seth's family is being held hostage?"
But I had said too much. The whole class gaped at me.
"What?" They all yelled at the same time.
Somebody knocked at the door and I got up to see who it was. The secretary of the school informed us that our homeroom teacher, Mr. Walker, was sick so all our classes with him would be free period. After the secretary left, I looked at our schedule. We have 6 periods in one day. 2 periods, then a 15 minute break, then another 2 periods, then lunch, and then the last 2 periods of the day. 2nd period and 5th period was when we didn't have Mr. Walker. Then I knew it. These guys were going to torture me for 4 periods, which means they were going to torture me for 4 hours and 15 minutes. Believe me when I say, that's a long time.