Coeval Onus

I could really do that better, thinking back now. I talked with the person letting people in, and maybe I could smile more and also just try to show more confidence in what I did. I mean, it's not that I lack it. I've got plenty of pride and I could paint myself like a field of violets with no leaves. Blooms only. Laughing at the thought in my head, I walk around the stone halls with other new students, looking between the building, the paper map in one hand, and the other paper I have denoting my class and teacher that runs that class. I can also see my name printed out, and reading it has me calming myself through some self-absorbed mantra. Revel Ester It's not what most people have as a name, and sometimes when I need to feel better with myself I try to revel as my name indicates. It's true that I can be fun, but mostly I'm a quiet guy who you barely notice most of the time. Not that I mind. Being as shy as wild animals, I'm not one to be found in large groups. It's not any

Walking into the second class today, I look around to see if anybody here is somebody I recognize. I do, spotting Hala and Syl near the windows in this class. They wave to me, and I walk over to them with a smile. "Hey, Revy!" says Syl as he grins, "Happy to see ya!" "Me too," I say, "what classes did you guys have?" "Calculus," they both answer together. "I had algebra 2," I say. "Hey, math is hard, whatever name it has," says Hala. "True," I say with a nod. "Ooh! Butter!" shouts Syl a little loudly as a boy with black hair with lavender tips walks in, "C'mere!" The boy in question, Butter, glances over, grimaces slightly, but then does come over. "Hello, Sylvester," says Butter calmly, and I notice that he has black gloves on his hands. "I didn't see you for a while," says Syl with a grin, "what class are you in?" "62-B," answers Butter. "Oh, this is Machiv Butter," introduces Syl, "he's from the same town as me, and we're from the same school too." "Hell

Outside, there's rain coming down and it creates a grey sky, but leaves the trees and foliage below to remain green and healthy. The building of CCMS is a little grey by nature, a light grey, but today it's very dark. Glancing outside has me wonder if the rain will stop today, since it's been continuous for a few days now. Being in the second week since my new school life started, I've gotten mostly settled in here. Going around with my usual group, Hala, Syl, Lu, Thames, Morgan, Tula, Machiv, and Keito, quite a number of friends I surprisingly have, it's a fun environment that I have, since it works together with all that I'm learning. It's right now during history, and even though I'm adequately interested in it, my thoughts do spiral around to wonder about that day. I tried looking through the library on Sunday, since Saturday I went out with everyone to town for the first time and enjoyed the day there, for anything about the the pool and magic related to it. I'm not overtly

Walking down again into the mausoleum, the dark hallway that's not at all dangerous swallows me up again as I pass through it. It's like that dark magic that Machiv was talking about. Not necessarily dangerous, just the perception of it, I suppose. I've been somewhat scared of the dark since I was young, but gradually have come to learn through my life that it's nothing dangerous about it. Dark Magic might imply that too in it's basic concept. It's not the dark itself. It's what the dark is used by, what inhabits it, that could possibly be sinister. It's not the deep shadows themselves that want that, maybe never could want it to begin with. With me is Machiv, Hala, and Lu who I managed to convince to come here. I mentioned the mausoleum after we finished classes, and having some time before our afternoon classes started, I suggested it. They first were a little apprehensive, mostly Lu saying that, I think because he didn't want to do anything dangerous. He loves fun, but danger

Looking over my shoulder, I look around to see of Leonard is around, since I did text him earlier that I wanted to know if he could go into town on Sunday, since I would be. I haven't exactly told anybody about my relationship, I think my fluttering heart wants to call it that, to anyone in my gang. Though, since Hala and Machiv have already gathered what seems to be the crucial mechanisms of it I might not have to tell them if they decide to. Well, maybe they're not ones to share that kind of information. I know Hala is talkative, but she doesn't strike me as a person who can't keep a secret. Machiv also is not the type of person to just blabber silly banter. He's got discretion, while Hala's got consideration. I can trust that much in them. It's just at the end of classes, and the hallways where I am right now are crowded with teens and teachers who go about, with the occasional shouting over the talkative teens not an uncommon sight. It's is quite noisy, and it's something peop