"Alright class, just shut up and write down the paragraph on the bored 8 times before the announcements begin." Of course we have a substitute that we are all to familiar with on my first day back to school.
"Look who is back."
"I don't understand how he recovered faster than the others who survived."
"Yeah. Oh well... Its a waiting game now I guess."
All these words made my head spin I wasn't sure how to feel or what to say.
I wanted to just storm out of the room in rage but of course I didn't.
"Hey stranger. Glad to see you are still vibing." The one voice that seemed soothing and calm, the one voice I have been hopping to listen to for what seemed like ages, right in front of me "I am sorry I didn't get to see you in the morning, but I am here now."
I missed the sound of Iris voice, even though I only heard her voice once before the accident. My heart yearned for her and her voice. "Well it is still morning. " I said with a light chuckle.
"Well I am glad you are back." I looked at her and couldn't help but smile.
Some might say that being head over heals for someone after only seeing them once is fake, but I am in deep for her. Its like I knew her before we even met.
"Are you down to hang out later? I mean I want us to know each other more." Iris suggested.
"Down. Walk over to my place? My car is not really ready for driving yet."
Smiling she nodded in agreement,"Sure, Make more time to know each other."
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"So what made you move into town?" I asked as we walked out of the school building.
"Well, I guess you can say a change in scenery?I really didn't like the setting of my old home.Dark and gloomy." She chuckled a bit before turning to me,"I know you want to know more about me, but please give me your origin story. I want to learn more about you."
Sighing, I couldn't help but smile as she looked at me with her magnetic hazel grey eyes.
"Alright, Well were do I begin... I was born here, my mother died giving birth to me. Well that is what I was told. My dad had raised me all my life. My life is pretty much boring aside from me meeting my best friend, Anna, she and I became friends in kindergarten. Mainly because we lived right across the street from each other. I didn't have many friends really. No one wanted to be friends with the guy who smelled like chicken pot pie on the daily.Well except Anna. When I had gotten older people more looked at me in pity. They all kept saying my mom was still alive and that she didn't die. I was about to believe it was true until My last hospital visit. I heard someone say my moms name and that I was her son. Then again I could be wrong. There were four other kids who have survived."
I scratched my head and paused for a breath," I also have been having strange dreams. People that I thought were dead are popping into my dreams, like my grandpa. Which was weird." I almost slipped and told her about the vampire thing. How do you tell someone,'Hey I am a vampire, or that is what my suppose dead relatives have said.'
"Well that is a story then."Iris said suprisingly.
"Well I guess It is my origin story now? Well, I was born into a very powerful family. Most of which despised meeting people who were not blue-blooded. I was suppose to be in this arranged marriage with this guy who I was not suppose to know. Turns out I knew who my fiance was, I did not like him one bit. He was known to kidnap hum- women and force them into sexual slavery. Of course no one knew what he was capable of except those who were aware of what he was doing."
Iris eyes filled with rage when she was speaking of him.
"Well that guy should be put in jail then."
"Well, thats the thing. He cleans up his mess before anyone could find out. Then one day, a girl came along and he called off the engagement. I was so glad. "
Iris had a glow to her face when she said the engagement was called off. I couldn't help but feel my self smile a little bit as well.
"Anyways, I chose to come down here so I could be free from all this non consensual stuff. I wanted to write my own story."
"I feel you right there." I said as we then approached the first crosswalk.
"I mean I want to write my own story. My own unwritten story but it seems like its already been written from these weird dreams I have been having."
Iris stopped and moved to face right in front of me,"Elaborate on 'weird dreams' for me."
"Well for one, I thought I saw my grandpa and then while I was in the hospital, I thought my mom was around." Iris continued to look confused, so me being me took a quick sigh and then explained to her.
"Well," my chest felt tight and my head began to hurt a little, but I proceeded anyways with the explanation, "my mother and grandpa left my dad and I's life when I was still to young to remember. I don't remember what my mom looks like and my grandpa, I vaguely remember him. Few year later, my dad told me that they died. When I asked to see their grave site, my dad would say, 'Sorry son, we don't have that kind of money to go to the town they died at,' and I wouldn't ask anything else." Telling Iris about what I was told what happen didn't strike a cord. I guess because it doesn't feel real anymore. My mom and my grandpa, I don't think any one of them are dead.
"I am so sorry to hear that." Iris had said before we then approached her residents. "To be honest, I don't know how it feels to loose someone who is suppose to play an important role in my life. Most of the time, I was locked up in my room, either reading the many books from my fathers library or practicing my cooking skills in the kitchen."
Clearing the dead silence, a voice spoke,"Ms. Iris, Mr.-" I turned right to who was speaking to me, "Rey, Just Rey. No need for formalities around me." The unfamiliar face smirked as they motioned us to come inside the house.
Iris turned to me, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside. She didn't bother introducing me to the man who seemed like a butler. No words were spoken as we walked into the house. I looked to Iris who looked annoyed over something. Her grip on my wrist had been tight. Once approached the doors to what I would assume to be her room she loosened her grip.
"I'm sorry, that was a family friend, I don't like talking to any of them when they are at the house. Its annoying. They will never stop asking questions and stuff."
Opening the doors, it felt like a bright ball of white lights blinded my face, and once I was able to see right.
