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Chapter Eight

So, as I pulled up in the garage, I could smell the pungent odour of problems brewing. Everywhere was unusually silent and as I got out of the car and slammed it's door, birds on the roof flew away in a rowdy flurry. Scared-y cats! Or do we still say bats?

As I walked to the front door, I caught a face at the window peeking at me. It was Mason looking at me from above with eyes that screamed “doom!”. I rolled my eyes at him, got to the door and let myself in.

**

My dad wasn't back yet and that'd have been a good thing if mum wasn't going to snitch on me. She was still telling me about the things I should've done so that I could've gotten to school on time to prevent having detention but the sole thing I could conceive as she "ranted on" was... MAISIE!.

Then she went on to tell me for the umpteenth time how she had a perfect behaviour in school with zero detentions, suspensions and other "bad" stuffs.

"... again right?" Were the words I caught as I got sucked back to reality

"Uhh... Yes mum" I replied hoping I didn't just put myself in more shits by my positive response.

I didn’t turn out to be in so much trouble after all.

**

I woke up early the next morning with an immense amount of energy that I didn't even know existed in me. I literally hummed happy tunes and wiggled my butts in rhythm as my electric toothbrush did it's thing. My bath was at a prefectly warm temperature, it was pretty long too and I was in an extremely good spirit.

Anna from Frozen would've taken classes from me if she'd seen how I slid down the railings and envisaged the crowd going "wild" by my exhibition.

There was porridge with flaked almonds, chopped dates and a tit bit of sprinkles of nutmeg from dinner last night. All I did was I put it in the microwave and while waiting for it to heat up, blended three fingers of banana, Stonyfield farm yogurt, milk from a Swedish company and a huge quantity from the honey our gardener had gotten for us from the bee hives in our garden.

"...Eat breakfast like a king..." 

God bless whomsoever came up with that quote.

I muttered to myself as I looked all over for my car key.

**

Look clean... Check!

Get to school on time... Check!

Avoid Amaya... Uhm, so far so good, check!

Meet Maisie... "That had to wait till I had a free period" I said as I went for my third class. Although it was a general class for all the students in my grade, it was always held in different venues at the same time. 

Sal was with me and that was a good thing. That day was going fine and I was optimistic it will only get better but even if awful events decided to show their ugly faces, Sal had my back or so I thought!

The way the day sped through me was like me trying to hold my hands out in a cup - like form so as to garner as much as a quarter of the water gushing out of a fountain.

**

Did I say the day sped through me?

That was false! It did until it was time to meet Maisie. Dear Maisie!

I wasn't feeling intimidated or anything I thought I would have as I saw her by her locker, fiddling with it's thumbprint unlock. The first thing I did was to mentally block every other  human and made her the only thing on my mind but she'd changed...it was obvious and I was about having second thoughts about meeting her until I remembered one of my teachers favorite quotes when I was in Grade 10, "Humans don't change, they just evolve".  

She wore a red and black leather jacket with a black jean. She had black ankle boots on and her hair was super duper jet black – I had been dyed. 

As I walked towards her by dodging the body of other regular, ordinary schoolers, I saw that her chain had a human skull as it's pendant. 

She was definitely not the girl I had made out with. She definitely wasn't the angel I'd known that wrote a song for me but as I put on an air of confidence and strode to her side but inquisitiveness meshed with determination made me move towards her to find out whom she'd become. 

**

You know those moments when you just sit in a bus and can't help but listen to two average individuals, let's say... Grannies argue about things that you have absolutely no interest in and zero ideas about like the "Guns N' Roses" rock band from the 80s?

I honestly can't relate with what having terrible seatmates on a stodgy, heated bus is like but that's how I thought speaking to Maisie would've been. I guess.

We'd spoken very little in school when I met her by her locker. She still seemed to have the same liveliness in her but a much more peculiar way of presenting herself to the rest of the world. 

She was now a tough nut to crack and people only got to see what she wanted them to see of her. But on the inside, she could be likened to a clean stream picking up pebbles of genuineness and chasteness along its course and I couldn't help but feel lucky when I got to see that part of her.

During break in school, we were still trying to pick up on where we'd dropped it back in Bulgaria when the bells rang and we needed to get to our different classes. I got her phone number and could do nothing more than an "I'm-sorry-I-lost-it-before" gesture as Sal dragged me by my backpack away from her.

"You should've seen the way she was looking at you!!!" Sal said in an annoyed whisper as he moved his hands to let out some of the anger.

He'd dragged me to one of the dark corners of the hallway already.

"Huh... How was Maisie looking at me?" I asked, obviously the most confused person in the world as at that moment.

"No, no! Not Maise, Amaya!" He replied with the same intensity trying hard with his hands to get rid of the cobwebs that filled my brain.

"She was right beside you dude!" He said with a soft punch on my right shoulder.

"Remember that she is to give Maisie a tour for the rest of the week?" 

I went silent for a few seconds and was already getting a clearer picture of things when my hair stood and I heard Amaya's voice. She was standing a few metres from us, she wasn't facing us (her side was) and her eyes looked long and lost as she said:

"You both should get to class now if you don't want detention".

She definitely wasn't the boss of us and I was about telling her that when I realized that she was actually right. There was no way I could explain to my mum how I got detention twice in a row. 

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