Bump... Update will be made soon, I have semester tests, big deal, so I don't always have the time to write, nor do I always remember to...
I'm going to update later today! And if anyone has any ideas on where they want this story to go, by all means, go ahead and post them!
WOOHOO! I have now broken through the infamous writer's block, which took a lot longer than I expected... As always, feedback is good, characters are good, some possible story ideas are good, trolls are bad. CHAPTER 8 - School The bus arrived at school without other incidents, and the students began to spread the gossip about what had happened on the bus as soon as they could. As Kris went to his first class, math, it felt as if every pair of eyes was staring at him, as if every whispered sentance was about him. He sat down near a window, and as the rest of the laggers came into the room, a girl ran in, clutching a paper in her hand. "This is room 8, right?" the girl asked, out of breath. "Yes. You are?" the teacher looked a little suspicious. "Oh, sorry, I'm Taylor. The transfer?" "Right, I was told you'd be here, although in truth, I was expecting a boy. Sit down there." the teacher pointed to the last empty seat, right next to Kris. "That seat's where Tiffany sits!" Said someone from the back of the class. "She's not here, so therefore that seat is vacant, so sit down, unless you'd like to present yourself to the class." te teacher said bluntly. "U-umm, no thanks." Taylor sat down next to Kris and opened up her worn-out brown backpack. Kris looked at her while she looked for her books. Her hair was a dark brown, like dark chocolate, and was very curly, bouncing around everytime she moved. Her jacket was a rich brown, and looked well-used, worn out on the inside of the elbows, and stretched on the outside of the elbows. Her face was perfectly smooth, focused intently on... "Anything in particular you're looking at?" she asked him. Kris blushed and replied, "No, but you are the new student, so I wanted to remember you, in case I saw you around." "Well it looks a bit creepy from where I'm standing." Taylor said, looking away. "Is something wrong?" The teacher asked to the two of them, exasperated. "No, sir, just go right ahead with your lesson." Kris replied, not bothering to look at the teacher himself. "Do be aware that I take full advantage of my power to give detention, so show some respect." the teacher stated. "Yup, got it, respect." Kris looked very bored, eyes half closed and everything. "Kris, you had best pay attention, this lesson is vital to your grades on the exams in a couple weeks." the teacher tried. "I'm sure it is, so just start the lesson." Kris opened his eyes fully and glared at the teacher. "Very well, today we'll be.." the teacher's voice disappeared as Kris tuned out the lesson. Kris thought about the dream he'd had. It wasn't normal, that feeling of realism, the cold water, smooth glass, the terror of drowning, none of these things were supposed to be felt in dreams, what was going on? Could pain in the dream turn into pain in the real world? No, wait, he reasoned with himself, he'd been thrown into the lake, and was utterly soaked, yet woke up just as dry as before... Kris sneezed. It seemed like he'd caught a cold, but he hadn't been out that much yesterday, apart from the idiotic gym class, which he'd been covered in like 4 layers of clothing, at least 2 of them wool... Kris disregarded the idea of the dream influencing his cold, and suddenly he was there, again. The lake again stretched out in front of him, crystal clear, yet still far too deep to see the bottom of. It was like trying to spot the Washington Monument from Norfolk, Virginia. Maybe that really was how deep it was, who knows? Kris realized he was again standing on nothing, and realized that the dream would most likely repeat itself. So instead of falling, he jumped. The jump took him further than he'd even considered, flinging him far, or at least, it felt like it was far. The wind whipping his cheek and clothes told him that it was very fast, anyways. Amazingly enough, he kept going even after well over a minute in the air. He didn't move at all, he wasn't spinning wildly around or anything, it was more as if he was flying, no wings, no plane, no way to steer. But then, just like before, he saw a slight dot on the horizon. It worked like when he had been in the bubble, just much faster. The shape took form, and revealed itself as a city, or at least a village, which flew closer. At the thought that he was really flying, Kris smiled to himself. "I believe I can fly..." He laughed, then realized he could actually hear himself in the dream. How odd. Before he could see anything properly, the dream faded, and his ears began hearing the sound of the teacher's voice. He sighed, and opened his eyes, seeing that Taylor was staring straight at him. He stared back, and she, realizing he'd noticed, looks away blushing. "Kris!" the teacher's dull voice called out. "What?" Kris replied flatly. "Tell me, how would you figure out this equation?" the teacher asked, smiling. "No doubt he thinks he caught me napping" Kris thought to himself. The equation was something he was sure that nobody in the class had learned yet. Kris walked up to the blackboard, and calmly wrote out the step by step process on how to do the equation. When he'd finished, he glared at the now very displeased teacher. "Happy?" "I doubt that's correct. Detention, my office, two hours." "No, it's right. The equation is just done a little weirdly. You could have shortened it by a bit." A voice spoke up. It was Taylor, "Right there, you could have moved the A's over earlier, and struck those B's there." she pointed. "Miss Summers, this is not your assignment." the teacher said strained. "But why are you giving him detention for getting a question right?" Taylor asked defiantly. Kris looked into her eyes again. They were a beautiful hazel, and they were currently full of emotion. "Miss Summers, that is not for you to know! Detention, both of you, after school!" the teacher roared. The students all looked very smug, this new girl obviously needed to learn to keep her head down...
Yay! Readers! Seriously, without the support from you guys chapter 7 and 8 wouldn't have even been made. So thanks. And I'll keep writing this later tonight.