What happens at dusk

Shakespearing your way out of things

James
Everything was blurry. He was in the hospital again. Wait didn't that place burned to the ground. His parents were there with him. But he wasn't greeting them. He was an empty shell of himself. Just a body. Was that what he had looked like?
Wow.
"No! I can't lose another child. Please lord have mercy." His mom begged on her knees holding his pale hand. "Clarissa, behave yourself!" His father firmly said. Of course.
In his dark suit with his dark hair and his dark frown, he looked like a mortician. And he sure acted that way.
At that moment James was glad he had inherited his mums honey blond hair. He did have his fathers eyes but where the mans eyes were endless poles of darkness the boys eyes were a beautiful innocent brown with a little spark to them. They had the same eyes yet they made them seem so different.
That was the point at which James realised no one ever talks about brown eyes. It is alway blue as the sky or water. Brown eyes are strong and steady like forests yet when they spark they turn into planets or in the sun they melt into golden circles. They were deep and contained stories and memories.
He felt his artistic side take over.
A colour deeper then water.
Steady and strong, never to shatter.
Belongs to one with true power.
Others it shall devour.
Does not simply lights up in the sunlight.
Like golden circles they become bright.
It is like earth is trapped in a glass dome.
To its beloved it forms a home.
Such a simple thing can become much more.
Just know the words your looking for.
Had he just.
Jep he had just spontaneously made a poem about brown eyes. That was how bored he had been in his coma.
The stern voice of his father telling his mother not to cry dragged him out of his thoughts.
He alway did that.
He alway told people not to cry.
James was always mad at him for that. Saying he couldn't be sad because other people had worse was the same to him as saying he couldn't be happy because other people have better.
And after his sisters death he was just sad.
His heart was broken and it was the worst kind of pain. Once at a karate contest he had broken his ribs. This pain was familiar to his broken heart. It hurt every time he breathed.

With that pessimistic thought he woke up.
Oh.
So it was all a dream.
Of course it was. His parents hadn't even showed up in the hospital.
They were now on their way back from England. He got out of bed and his head ached. Damn brains. Why didn't he just die.
He got the answer to his question on why to live when he saw his friends again later that day on school.
And then there was Thom. It was taking all the energy in the young fighters body not to immediately go for his neck.
But for now it was keeping up appearances.
Damn Hyacinth made it seem so easy.

Especially for Brooke it was quite a challenge. She had to flutter around him like a butterfly while the only thing she could think of was his disgusting actions. And surprise surprise: it was raining once again. It was like God himself was trying to drown the little city. mmmh, James had to start doing some research on how to build an ark.
Every single time the sound of thunder echoed miss Jennings yelped and it was annoying the crap out of the entire class. It was when the school principal announced over the speakers that the school wasn't allowed to leave their class during break that everyone realised how serious the situation was. They could have predicted it. It had been raining almost 5 days non stop.

The bell rang and break was announced. Everyone expected they could simply chill but unfortunately miss Jennings decided it would be a great idea to give a monologue about recent events.
"... and luckily most people got out but there were 13 deaths."
Those words echoed in James's head.
13 deaths.
The same event that had allowed him to live had cost 13 people their life. It seemed like cruel irony.
13, the unlucky number.
A tragic event and 13 unlucky life's and he lived.
It was almost like it was his fault. Like the only way he was to be alive again was for other people to cost it their lives.

"And we are all so lucky our class mates made it out alive and James pulled though!" Miss Jennings kept on her idiocy.
Luckily she left the class alone after that. Only two minutes of their break were left. These minutes were used by the four to look at the camera footage from the previous night.
They had already identified one inhabitant of the White House. A stunning middle aged woman who clearly did all the business.
The next period was religion with miss Jackson.
The first few minutes were basically her trying to convinceJames that god had awoken him. Hayley who was despite this interesting conversation bored out of her mind looked out of the window and saw the lost person she expected to see at their school.
It was the Russian smuggler woman.
She quickly alerted her friends.
"We have to follow her!" Brooke whispered. "Are you out of your mind! Do you remember what happens last time?!" Hayley whisper yelled.
"James, do you still have your pocket knife?" Brooke asked.
"Yeah of course. It's always in my backpack." The boy answered oblivious to her true motive. She took the needle out and flinched one time before she made a small wound in her finger. 
"What the hell!" Hayley whisper yelled.
Brooke smeared the little drop of blood just under her nose.
"Miss I have a nose bleed." She announced.
"Go to the bathroom then, darling," Miss Jackson told her.
"I'll help!" Thom threatened to ruin her plan.
Luckily Mike jumped in and said:" I got her!"
And gone they were.

It had been ten minutes and they still weren't back. It was starting to became visible.
"What do we do?!" Hayley was becoming quite panicked.
Miss Jackson was about to pause her monologue about Isaac and Abraham to ask where Brooke and Mike were hanging out when James jumped up.
He dragged Bert behind him to the front of the class and promptly started to replay the balcony scene from Romeo and Julia.
Hayley face planted but had to admit it was working 'cause everyone was  looking at the strange pair.
"I am not pleased with THIS!" Miss Jackson was becoming angry.
"Oh my apologies, Miss. We'll play something more accurate." James excused himself and suddenly laid down on the desk of Miss Jackson.
"Father Abraham, we have wood and matches were is the sacrifice animal?" He went from playing Julia to Isaac.
Bert who miraculously went along with all the madness grabbed a protractor and pretended to almost stab him.
Hayley couldn't help but laugh and she triggered a chain reaction. Within minutes the entire class was dying from laugher including Miss Jackson as the duo continued their play.
In the high of all this joy Hayley still couldn't help but worry about the rest of her team.
What were they up to?