She's a dudette|| Wattys2016 ✔️

Chapter Sixty Five: Strange way to start the school day

After my goodbyes and one hell of a meal at my crib, using slang, not my style. But anyways, I ate lunch and headed back to McLienster. I ignored what Weston and his friends said about heavens guards and continue on with my life.

So, any student could come at any time to school as long as you come on the Sunday or Monday. Most kids, year nines, deciding to come Monday so they can longer with their families. I came on a Sunday so I could get the good room since I'm not going to be getting special treatment.

I've officially become a student at McLienster.

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Before I knew it, I was at McLienster. The unofficial first day of senior year. When Tuesday is here, that's when classes officially start.

"How does this work?" I ask Ian, walking beside him.

"Well..." Ian thinks to himself, humming. "Oh, right! They decide your room, if you don't like it, you do swapping or just ask to be their roommate."

"Oh, thanks." I smile. "But how do I know what room I'm in?"

"Just go to the student centre." Ian smiles. "It won't be that busy since most people in this school are religious and have church."

"You?"

"Me? No." Ian chuckles. "I believe what I wanna believe. I come from a somewhat religious family but I'm not one for getting involved." He shrugs, popping a piece of candy into his mouth. "You?"

"Not really." I shrug. "I don't go but I believe."

Ian smiles. "Nice to know then." He runs off soon after and I watch as he becomes smaller and smaller. I then notice something shiny in the distance and jump to the side with my blood going cold.

I breath out and turn my face to the wall beside me.

Beside me was a knife.

"Whoops, did my knife slip?" I see a shorter boy with jet black hair smiling.

I point downwards. "You shouldn't...throw that... around." I scold, breathing in.

"Sorry, I saw a butterfly beside you." He points. I study the knife, following it towards the tip of the blade. I notice a orange butterfly and I yelp, moving backwards. I flinch as the boy pulls the knife out, letting the butterfly drop into his palm.

How did he see that from afar away area? Does he have some sort of powers? This isn't a fucking anime! Or fantasy programme!

"I hate that its dead and I hate butterflies." I walk further from the boy.

"It's not going to bite you, it sucks nectar. I think." He smiles. "But is Ryan Evans here today?"

"Nah, not...today..." I reply, studying the boy some more. He wears a grey band around his neck with caramel skin making his blue eyes pop.

Shit, we got an half caste.

"Is that a ring...?" The boy points. I lift my hand up and stare at the ring before nodding. He squints at me and makes a strange shape with his mouth before it turns into a smile.

"Well, have a good day." He waves. He runs his finger along the sharp blade and giggles.

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Later in the afternoon, I go to the cafeteria and see it's closed. A huge note is on the door reading.

The cooks are not here today,
Lunch is with your money, broke ass people, and outside of the school.
-Troy. H

I groan. "I should go find Troy." I mumble to myself.

"Eh?! I don't have money!" I hear a familiar voice. I look beside me and see Ian.

"Hey...Ian.." I smile. "Did you find out your room?"

"Oh! Yeah." Ian giggles. "Wanna get some food?"

"So, I can pay?"

"No but you can if you want."

"Then I won't."

"Okay, you have to." Ian frowns. I begin walking away, pretending to not to hear him. Ian pounces onto my back and wraps his arm around my chest which I instantly throw him off. I hold my chest and blush at Ian. "Food?"

"Fine. Don't jump on me again." I groan.

"Yay!" Ian giggles, running forward.

"Wait, Ian, you have a brother? Twin?"

"I do?" Ian thinks. "Oh, right, I do."

"Is he like you?"

"Ian doesn't like brother." Ian frowns. Crouching into a ball. "Ian finds brother scary and mean." He begins to sniffle. "Ian hates brother. Ian thinks brother is crazy and scary. Very scary." He cries, I put my hand on his shoulder. "Ian wants He-" Ian stops moving.

He lies flat on the ground. Looking at the ceiling. "Ian doesn't know what Ian is talking about." He breaths out.

He stands up and smiles at me.

Okay, that was strange.