Chapter 2

"Scott White, you are needed in the Principles office." sounded the intercom just before the bell rung. Scott had been having a hard time and a tough day, he never has. He sat at the male bathroom, hugging his knees, his head bowed. His head span with thoughts and he had completely lost contact with everything around him. He was in his own world, a world of desperation which he wished could swallow him alive, including all memories about him. The present world could no longer contain him, or rather, hr could not contain the present world.

"You know what Scott, it is as if you were born into a world that wasn't yours," he remembered Jennifer say.

Jennifer was the first girl he had a crush on. Jennifer was a girl who rode on a very high class. She always caught the latest trends, fashion and got everything she wanted. She wasn't from a rich family and her family wasn't poor either. They simply had enough to sustain them, and what nailer Jennifer out was her beauty that made all rich and cute boys hang around with her.

"You know what? You are black like charcoal, short... Oh my God! Forbid that I should hang out with a guy shorter than me." she said and the guys who flanked her laughed wildly. "You aren't even cute, you look like a slouth, and your academics suck too, how hard do you work to score Es in all your subjects?"

"I know I have shortcomings Jen," he said amidst another wild laughter and mockery. "but one of my greatest shortcomings is my love to you, give me a chance to prove it, please." he said, not realizing that he was now kneeling before her. 

"Better add a little brain, it will be a lot helpful than the love you can't provide." she said, spat at him and left. At this memory, Scott began crying. 

"Boo! A boy crying?" he looked up to realise so many students were gathered around him, including the huge bully principal. 

"You scored all Fs, and to add the fight you had yesterday, I'm afraid this school can no longer accommodate rats like you. Make sure when you leave for home, you carry everything you own." said the principal with contempt. 

Scott could not take it anymore. He rose with a start and fled, taunts flying after him like archers' arrows. He headed straight to his locker not caring if there was a teacher teaching or not, grabbed his satchel, stuffed whatever he could find that was his and headed to the door. 

"Scott!" called Miss Corgrel. Scott stopped for a brief moment before advancing without answering. " 

He regretted that he did whatever he did. Miss Corg wasn't the one to turn his anger and frustrations to. She was one of the few people who gave her him the reason to press on and smile. 

"Scott, you may be disadvantageous in many things, but you have something most people don't, I know you Scott and I know what you are capable of." She once told him in a similar scenario. 

Anyway, today, there was nothing she could do. The school had already spit him out and there was no way anything could be reversed. The school that was his last resort and hope had finally closed the door on him. He simply could not see a way ahead but a dead end, and beyond the dead end an impenetrable darkness. He still had people he could turn to - his mother and Dr. Roselyde. 

"Hey Snitch, how does it feel to be expelled?" Timothy confronted him. Timothy seemed not to have had enough of the torture he was giving Scott. He had bumped into Scott and instead of apologizing, he caused a scene and accused Scott of fighting him. Backed by Jennifer, he simply had no chance against the false accusations.

"Please leave me alone Tim, I am in no mood for this," He said, trying to get off his way. "Furthermore, you got what you wanted."

"Oh yeah? How ab--"

"I said leave me alone."

"Im not done yet boy,"

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Scott's words were firm and even before he had done talking, a blast of wind lifted Tim off the ground, throwing him to the wall into the far end of the corridor. Scott's eyes began glowing red and and invisible mass began choking Tim. Blood began moving out of his nose and mouth.

"I can't breathe, please I'm sorry, I'm.. I'm sorry, it won't happen again please," Scott frantically said, crawling on the ground, holding his throat gasping for air.

"Please," Will said, his struggle weakening.

"Tim!" said a student who happened to pass by. The glow in Scott's eyes vanished and he felt dizzy. Tim suffocation also stopped and he tried catching his breath..

"What happened?" one of the students who had come over asked but Tim backed further from Scott with a terrified look, tripping in the process.

"Get me away from him please, he has voodoo!" he screamed and fled leaving his sympathizers agape with surprise.

"And what have you done to him?" asked one girl,byt Scott simply looked at her, turned and left. He did not want any more trouble.

"You know what, I'm call the police."she said after him.

"Go ahead." Scott said got out.

Scott's brain was blank. He just didn't know what to think. He slowly walked reminiscing over his life. Nothing had ever been right. He remembered all that his mother had been telling him since he was a little child. They did not make sense in the face of everything that was and has been happening to him. In fact, they looked like an ironic sarcastic depiction of what his life would be.

"Son, sometimes life doesn't give us what we want, it gives us what we need." he remembered her mother tell him amidst cuddles and hugs. She then reached out into a small box he had carried into the room and produced a necklace with a blue pendant which she put on his neck and said, "You were born with this, it is your destiny." As soon as the necklace was on his neck, it dimly glowed blue for a brief moment.

"Never loose it son," she said and kissed his forehead, "it is who you are."

She was saying the truth, it was who he was- frustrated, beaten, depressed, with everything falling apart in his life- and maybe if he lost it, or thew it away in a place he could never find, he could be fine, just like any other person. Yes, and that was what he was exactly going to do. He was crossing a bridge that was on the way he used to school and back. He looked down at the rushing torrents and held the pendant. He then unhooked it and looked at it briefly.

"Sometimes Scott, we don't need to be who we are." He said and reluctantly let the necklace slip off his hands as if he had a second thought.

The necklace fell into the water with a splosh and sunk, remaining visible to some depth before dissappearing. 

Wait, isn't it strange that the waves are strong yet the necklace sunk as if the water was calm?

Scott was right. The necklace could have been dragged further away before sinking, if it was ever to. 

A sharp uncomfortable noice suddenly pierced into his ear and Scott fell down, holding his ears. His brain then started vibrating and he felt and excruciating migraine. He could not stand it anymore. 

"Arthmata, Arthmata needs you..." a feminine whisper out of nowhere said. It was actually as if the woman or whoever it was was standing right next to him. 

"Who are you? Leave me alone!" Scott shouted. 

"Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmataaaaa." the voice had now taken an agonizing tone. 

"Leave me alone!" Scott said, flinching from the migraine. His head was now throbbing as if someone was playing drums in it. 

"You can not run from your destiny." The voice said and Scott felt dizzy before he blacked out.