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2 - Farther than hell

Lyra:

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put Zeke, Isaac, Ashton, Wyatt, Max, Jackson, Elena, and I in the same class is totally bonkers.

I mean, first of all, you never put siblings in the same class as each other because that's a recipe for disaster. Second, you don't put a whole fudging clique of popular boys in one room. That's just plain stupidity. And third, nobody is ever going to pay attention with any of those boys in here. Nobody. I mean, have the teachers not heard any of the girls talking about them? Not me, of course, but just girls in general.

Elena drags Jackson, Max, and I to the back to sit down. Immediately I see why. She plops herself down right next to Zeke. Typical. But hey, at least she's not too scared to start a conversation with her crush. But unlucky me, I get stuck sitting behind her and in between Jackson and Wyatt-freaking-Matthews.

"Don't get too comfortable," the teacher barks. "I'm giving you all assigned seats." 

Everyone groans and stands up, moving towards the front of the classroom. I just hate teachers like this guy. Teachers who all—for some unknown reason—just have a personal vendetta against their students like, what did we ever do wrong?

Unfortunately, the seats are assigned by roster and Elena ends up sitting in between this blonde girl and guess what? Zeke. They're in the second row and Elena meets my eyes, giving me the biggest smile I've ever seen. I'm happy for her.

Jackson was called up earlier, his last name being Carter and all. And Max ends up sitting right behind Elena. Isaac is called and he's in the fourth row, behind Max. And I know I'm next since obviously our last names are the same. I sit down behind the guy behind Zeke and then I look to see Wyatt sitting down next to me. I internally groan and wish I can just die right here and right now. Curse Wyatt for having to have a last name that starts with "m."

Wyatt catches my eye and smirks, sending me a wink as well. I glare at him and turn my head to face our teacher who is now writing his name on the board. Me, being the blind bat that I am, can't read it. And even if I could see it, it would still take me eons to read it. Being dyslexic sucks.

I'm just going to call him Mr. Asshole. Why? Because he put Wyatt next to me. And you may be thinking, "But Lyra that's totally irrational! It goes by the roster which goes by last name and his last name is Matthews!" well, then Wyatt can be called asshole too for having the last name Matthews.

Why do I hate Wyatt so much you ask? Well, as as I've already stated, the feminist side of me hates what he does to girls. Plus, he's just really annoying. He also thinks that the whole world revolves around him—spoiler, it doesn't—and his ego is larger than the Sun. Scratch that, larger than the galaxy.

I usually try my best to avoid him at all costs and I've mostly been successful. Successful as in, he doesn't try to talk to me or make eye contact at all whenever we are in school or whenever he's at our house and my parents are home. But when he comes over and my parents aren't home, all hell breaks loose. And I've recently resorted to grabbing as many snacks as possible, locking my window, and locking my door whilst also putting my desk chair in front of it whenever I get word that any of them are coming over. Even my parents have learned to leave and take Maggie with them.

That just goes to show that they are wild beasts that do not deserve to live in a functioning society. But they are here and everyone just has to deal with them. But me, being the scared loser that I am, just lock myself in my room away from them. And hey, it's worked so far.

"Miss Miracle," Mr. Asshole's voice breaks through my train of thought. "Since you were so obviously paying attention, please read me what is written on this board."

I swear that this shouldn't be legal.

I stare at the board, trying to decipher what he's written, but the letters just fly around and swirl together. Maybe if I tried I could figure it out, but they're blurry too. So it's really not helping. I should really get some glasses. That'd be the smart thing to do.

"While we're still young, Miss Miracle," Mr. Asshole sighs impatiently and a few of the students snicker.

I shrug, not really caring anymore. I hate this guy. Teachers are supposed to get lists of all the disabilities their students have. Did he not resd it? "Sorry, but I can't read it."

"Why not?"

"I'm dyslexic," I state as if it should be obvious. Because it should be if teachers actually read about their students. Which he didn't. So that answers my question.

"Miss Miracle, please do not lie," Mr. Asshole sighs again, clearly annoyed. He sure likes sighing.

Before I can make a smart ass comment, Isaac steps in. Thank goodness, my brother, I love you! Not really. But like, thank you.

"Mr. Prescott, she really is dyslexic. If you took time to read up on your students like you should, then maybe you would know that." So Mr. Prescott is his name. Nah, I like Mr. Asshole better.

Mr. Asshole mutters some incoherent words before carrying on with his lesson. After like, literally one second, Mr. Asshole sprints out of the classroom mysteriously without saying a single word. The whole class seems to be caught in some sort of trance, just everyone gaping at each other. And then all hell breaks loose. I have no idea what just happened because that was really confusing.

Girls immediately walk up to either Zeke, Isaac, Ashton, or Wyatt. And then Brenda and Reese start making out in the back of the room. Wait a second, who put them in here too? OMG this class just got ten times worse. I catch Elena shooting daggers at the girls flirting with Zeke. And almost, almost, call her out on it.

All of a sudden, a crumpled piece of paper is thrown at me and it falls onto my desk. It wasn't that loud, but loud enough for the people around me to stop what they were doing. And when they stopped, everyone else stopped. Even Brenda and Reese stopped making out to see what the silence was about.

I know what everyone is thinking, "Who dare throw something at Lyra Mae Miracle? Especially with her brother around?" Honestly, I am sort of wondering the same thing. It's no secret that Isaac is a bit protective of me. Maybe "bit" is too weak of a word . . . especially after . . . never mind. Basically, if someone does me any wrong, they'd be lucky to only need to go to the hospital. 

I grab the piece of paper and unfold it, scanning the words. It takes me literally forever to read because of my stupid dyslexia. But nobody moves an inch for a good twenty minutes while I decipher the paragraph. Who even writes a dyslexic person a paragraph? Now that's just rude.

Little bitch. Dyslexic? Please. You're always spewing lies. Always. And if you think for one minute that I'm going to believe your sob story of being dyslexic, then you've got your head far up your ass. How you got Isaac to defend for you is beyond me. But mark my words: I will not rest until I expose you and all of your secrets. Firstly starting with how I know for a fact that you could never be Isaac's fraternal twin. I will expose you and your secrets to everyone. So watch your back you nasty bitch.

I just stare at the letter and then feel something deep inside of me. And before I know it, I'm laughing, cackling actually. Everyone is silent and I actually wipe some tears away from my eyes.

I sigh, calming down after my fit of laughter. "Wow. I'm so sorry to whoever wrote this, because that took me ages to read. And I would say I'm a little hurt, but I have people to vouch for me. On another note, I think I'm going to pin this on my wall."

"What did it say?" Isaac asks me, genuinely confused and intrigued. 

I giggle again, "Oh, just some person rambling about how they don't believe I'm dyslexic or that Isaac and I are actually twins. Apparently they also believe I'm a witch and that I cast some sort of spell on you. They also told me to watch my back. It was amusing, to say the least."

Now it's everyone else's turn to burst into a fit of laughter. Isaac is laughing the hardest, his whole body shaking, closely followed by Wyatt, Ashton, then Zeke. I even spot Brenda giggling and Reese chuckling. Honestly, some people are just so delusional it's funny.

"That's the funniest shit I've heard in like, forever!" Isaac chokes out.

I smile, whoever—I have a solid idea who it is—gave this to me is going to pay. Oh no, not because they accused me of being a witch and casting a spell on Isaac, or because they accused me of not being his twin. (I'd kill to not even be related to him.) No, they are going to pay because they made me suffer by making me decipher a whole freaking paragraph. The person wrote like, twelve sentences and I had to take like, twenty minutes to read it. I hate reading. I hate it with a burning passion. If I could, I would just not take English altogether. But alas, I can't, so here I am, taking a course I wish I could just burn and send to the depths of—nope—farther than Hell. 

That's how much I hate English.

I scan the room, everyone seems to have returned to what they were doing. That means all of the girls flirting with—oh who am I kidding? You already know. 

My eyes fall on a girl with jet-black shoulder length hair that falls in her face. She's holding a pencil and is making swift motions with her hand. Either she's writing something in a total hurry, or she's drawing. I grab the piece of paper and walk over to her. She seems like someone that she, the person who wrote this, would choose. She's in the far corner in the front. I sit down in the empty seat next to her and smile.

"Hello." She immediately freezes and slowly turns to look at my face. Her eyes are a deep color of brown and they just stare at me, wide and full of fear.

This is all too easy. Her eyes hold a sort of fear in them. Not fear of me exactly, but most definitely fear. Quiet people are always the easiest to read.

"Hi," her voice comes out squeaky. I guess she wasn't expecting me to talk to her.

"So, I think this belongs to you." I place the crumpled up piece of paper on her desk. Her eyes widen and she stares up at me and shakes her head so forcefully that her hair flies everywhere.

And then a slam. I turn around to see Wyatt standing up, his face contorted in anger. It looks like he's about ready to murder someone. Hopefully that someone isn't me. Although I said Ashton is the scariest, Wyatt can be really freaking scary too.

I stare at Wyatt as he chucks a piece of paper at Zeke who catches it effortlessly. Damn. Athletic boys. Zeke reads the piece of paper and bursts into laughter before catching Wyatt's death glare.

"Woah, sorry. It's not funny. Not at all." Zeke coughs before tossing the paper to Isaac.

Isaac reads whatever is on it and bites his knuckles. Biting his knuckles is a weird habit that Isaac developed in the fourth grade. I never figured out how but I just know that he does it whenever he's stressed out.

He then turns and tosses the paper towards Ashton and I'm left to wonder, what the fridge is going on? And it seems like everyone else is wondering the same exact thing.

"Tough luck," is all Ashton says. In a second Wyatt is practically on top of him. 

"Tough luck my ass. Isaac, we're going there. Tonight. We'll meet at your house," Wyatt says pointedly. And everyone just gapes, totally confused. Me too, guys. I'm confused too. Can I join the club?

The bell rings, interrupting the silence. Everyone moves to get out of the classroom. Mr. Asshole still hasn't returned yet. Huh. I wonder what's up with him. Hopefully he like, crashed into a locker and now we get to have new, nicer teacher who will also be younger. A girl can dream, right?

"I'll catch up with you guys later," I say to Elena, Max, and Jackson as I race out of the room, trying to catch up with Isaac and the posse. I can't let Isaac go to wherever Wyatt was talking about tonight. Why?

Because it's movie night.

I jog down the hallway and slide in front of Isaac, putting my arms out. "Hey, woah! Wait! You aren't going anywhere! Tonight is movie night with Maggie!" I pout.

Isaac smacks his forehead as if he's just remembered and Zeke rolls his eyes. "Is she serious, Isaac? You read that paper. This is important and I'm pretty sure missing one movie night with your sisters won't do any harm."

I glare at Zeke. "You don't get it, do you? Isaac has absolutely no choice. Whatever stupid reason you idiots can somehow conjure up for Isaac to bail on us isn't going to work. Isaac is coming to movie night. End of story." 

Zeke sighs, "He can't, Lyra."

"Why? What can be so important that–" I retort.

"I can't miss movie night," Isaac sighs in defeat.

"What?" Zeke, Wyatt, and Ashton all literally exclaim together. What a sight—their surprised faces. I wish I had a camera on me. Wait. I do. My phone. Eh, I'm too lazy to grab it.

"I told you." I jab a finger into Zeke's chest. "He can't miss movie night."

"Isaac, this literally could mean absolutely everything for us," protests Ashton.

"You seriously would back out for a movie night? We can't do it without you!" Wyatt tries to argue.

Isaac sighs, "Just, rearrange it for tomorrow. Sorry, guys, but I really can't miss this movie night."

Wyatt grumbles and kicks a locker, creating a dent in the locker. Wyatt is strong as hell. Oh my, that's scary. Maybe Wyatt does take the cake for scariest idiot of the posse.

Suddenly, Isaac's face brightens as if he's just had a genius idea. As if he could ever. "Why don't you guys come over for movie night?" 

"What the hell? Never!" I protest, absolutely and completely appalled by the idea.

"Too late, we're coming." Zeke grins at me. In return, I smack him. He grumbles incoherently and

rubs the bright red mark on his cheek.

"You and your stupid friends just go on ahead and ruin movie night for me too!" I grumble, sulking off to my next period.

I hope they all die in a car crash. I'm just kidding!

If they were to die, it better be by my bare hands.

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