They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later. I didn’t have to look very hard to find mine. Teenage girl has visions of near impending death? All I needed was a hot mysterious boy and it was a Vampire Diaries plot waiting to happen. I walked into the parking lot of F.C High just as the sound of an engine sounded behind me.
The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal Liam Dickson and I couldn’t help but think that his last name described him perfectly. One thing’s for sure, Liam Dickson was not my hot, mysterious boy. He was wearing a pair Ray Ban’s so I couldn’t see his cold eyes. He had his light brown/blond hair half slicked back as if trying to recreate an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. He was definitely the one person in this school who I wouldn’t mind if my fist accidentally landed in his face.
“Where’s your car Sky… Oh yeah that’s right,” he sucked his breath in as if he told a secret. I was probably the only senior at F.C High without a car, as Liam loved to constantly remind me.
I stopped walking and turned to face him, “how does it feel to be an unconscionably demented oaf and a petty thick-headed blight upon society?" He looked at me confused and didn’t talk for a moment, enough for me to walk away from him. It was better to just get straight to the point with Liam.
Fortunately this happens a lot; throw out a couple of intelligent insults and it sends him into a confused stupor. I pray there’s hope for this generation. I shook my head and walked into school, heading towards my overfull locker. My locker is conveniently placed near the cafeteria and most of my classrooms. Because of this Andy never bothers to use his own stupid locker located somewhere on the other side of the school.
Hey there,” Andy’s voice startled me, causing me to slam my locker shut harder than necessary and clutch my heart which was pounding a mile a minute.
“Jesus Andy!” I scowled at him and playfully hit his arm. “Do you want to kill me?”
He smiled playfully and held up a coffee, pouting slightly, his eyes saying “forgive me?” My eyes lit up and I ruffled his hair and snatched it away from him greedily. Taking a sip of the much needed caffeine I hooked my arm with Andrew and headed to Ancient History.
“Are you ready to hear about peasants getting Leprosy and witches being burnt at the stake… again?” Andy raised his eyebrows at me and I smiled falsely and nodded. Everyone who did History already knew everything about the Middle Ages as we had been doing it for over a year and it was starting to get pretty boring.
We took our seats at the back of the classroom and avoided eye contact with Mr Clark so we didn’t have to read aloud. As the unlucky student began to shakily read, I opened my notebook and began sketching my mind wandering without my consent. Maybe I misinterpreted what I saw. It wouldn’t be the first time that has happened. I couldn’t have really seen my own death could I?
I looked down at my notebook and my hand stilled. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and counted to three in my head but once I reopened them it was still there. Considering my messy chicken scrawl hand writing, the sketch was actually pretty good and I would have been impressed if it wasn’t for the fact that it was the tattoo of the man who tried to kill me in my vision. I groaned loudly causing many people stare at me weirdly but I ignored them.
The black feather was beautiful really, taking up most of my page. The middle of the feather had started to flake away before forming little black birds. I always had the desire to get a tattoo and if I did this would have been my choice. Thanks would-be murderer for taking that away from me.
Hey, that’s awesome!” I glanced over at Andy who was studying the sketch. He tilted his head to the side and said, “you know, that would make a great tattoo.”
I gaped at him, my mouth open and closing trying to form words before I gave up. I let out a frustrated groan, threw my hands up and banged my head down on the desk. Loudly. Andy didn’t know how spot on he was. I had the insane urge to giggle but repressed it as the class thought I was crazy enough. I can’t imagine why I'm not more popular.
As Mr Clark droned on and on about the gruesome torture women received when they were accused of witchcraft, I found myself wishing the day would end already. Ancient History was my favourite class and I couldn’t concentrate, so I dreaded to think what math would be like. I pinched the end of my brown hair between my fingers and contemplated whether or not to dye it, when the class turned unusually silent excluding a few sniggering classmates.
“Feudal Period,” Andy whispered discreetly to me, forcing me to look at him with a confused frown on my face.
Just as I was about to ask what he meant, Mr Clark cleared his throat, “Well Sky?” My head snapped to the front of the classroom.
“Um… Feudal Period?” I responded, hoping Andy’s answer was correct. Mr Clark smiled softly and raised his eyebrows before returning to his lecture. I high fived Andy with a massive grin blooming on my face.
The rest of the day passed in the same gruelling manner, my own mind preoccupied by a stupid vision that probably won’t even happen. The future is always changing and any little decision I make could alter the future I saw. I pushed all thoughts of what could be out of my head. I stretched up on my tippy toes and gave Andy a wide innocent smile. He frowned and narrowed his eyes in suspicion, tugging on the straps of his bag.
He sighed before giving in, “what, Sky?”
“No,” he cut me off before I finished causing, me to scowl at him. “I know what you're going to say.”
“Just one little teeny tiny movie marathon to make me feel better after such a horrible day? Please?” I pouted giving him my puppy dog look that I knew he couldn’t resist.
It was silent for a moment, with the exception of his fingers anxiously tapping on his thigh. “Fine, we can have a stupid Clint Eastwood marathon,” he rolled his eyes earning him a slap to his chest. “You have an unhealthy addiction to his movies.”
“Story of my life.”