So so so sorry I haven't updated in a year! Life has been so crazy this past year. I mean, you guys all know. Covid has messed with a lot of our lives. But, I'm back my lovely readers. Hope you enjoy the new chapter! :)
Marcus
"What the fuck?" I whisper. I'm about to ask her what happened. But before I can she mutters my name and rushes out of the classroom. I take a step to follow.
"Mr. Trent! I would kindly ask you to sit back down. Just because you have a disability doesn't mean I will treat you less than any other student in this classroom," Mrs. Stanson seethes.
I reluctantly sit back down, but not before sending a quick message to Zoey.
I need you to check on someone for me. She has brown hair and light brown skin, about 5"4. Don't tell her why you're there or that I sent you.
Zoey: Ok, but you owe me big time.
I can't believe that just happened. Mom's told me about those who have the power of vision, but I didn't know it would be that intense. I'm also mind blown because, for the first time in over seven and a half years, I could see.
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It felt like years before I heard the sharp ring of the school bell. I grabbed my bag and rushed out of my seat and into the hall as quickly as a blind man should be able to go. Because of my rush, I narrowly avoided everything in my path. From what I could tell, the halls were packed. I started to become disoriented from the loud noises and lack of knowledge of where I was going. I felt around on the walls to see if there was any braille on the classrooms. Yes! Room 254. Alright. I was in room 244 earlier which meant I was going in the right direction. The lunch room is just past- I don't get to finish my thought before someone pulls me aside.
"Would you mind explaining to me why I had to follow Tailia?" I tense for about two seconds before I realize it's my cousin. I try to figure out how to tell her this and keep her from freaking out. I don't think there's a way I can.
"You promise not to freak out or scream," I cautiously ask her.
"I promise," she huffs.
"Talia is my Alia Media," I tell her. It takes her a minute to think about what I just said. And then she screams. Right. In. My. Ear.
"Marcus! You found your Alia Media! Oh my goodness! We have to tell your mom. Tailia must be so happy too. But then, wait. If you guys are mates, then why was she-" I stop her mid-rambling.
"I don't think Talia knows that we're aled," I rush out.
"Wait. What?"
"From what I can tell, she has the power of vision. Though, I'm pretty sure she has no idea she's a witch. If she did, she wouldn't have run off like that. Which means she wouldn't know about Alia Media's. But that's not all. When she touched me, I could see. I could see her premonition."
"What?! How is that possible?!"
"I'm not sure. We were in a forest and it was on fire. She called out looking for me only to find the Dark Witch with a knife to my throat."
"Do you think you see in her premonition because it was of your own death?"
"Maybe. I need to find out more about her. Which means," I smirk evilly while rubbing my hands together.
"What's that look for?"
"I need to get into a fight." She pauses. I assume she's looking at me like I'm stupid. She tends to give me that look a lot.
"That is about the dumbest idea I've ever heard of. Why would you purposefully get into a fight?" And I was right.
"To get detention with Tailia."
"Again. That is about the dumbest idea I've ever heard of."
"Look, do you have any better ideas?"
She huffs, "No."
"Well, then it's settled. And I know just the way to do it."
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Ok. I need to plan this out accordingly. If I bump into the wrong person, this can go very badly, and if I bump into someone too nice, there won't be any fight.
I get into the lunch line and try to pick up other people's conversations.
"Jared is totally the one for me. I mean, have you seen him? He's like a Greek God with that body. I just-" Nope. Not that group.
"Dudddde! There's this new video game out called Desperate Mines. Your character has to try to make it through the mines with their partner." Definitely NOT that one. If I keep listening, I'll want to join in. I don't have time for that. Yet.
"So, I saw this new girl with a super short skirt on. I bet she would love to come back to my place." Ugh. They're such pigs. How can they talk about a girl like that? Women should be respected. They disgust me. In that case, these guys are the perfect ones to get in a fight with. The more they talk, the more I want to punch them.
After getting my lunch, I begin walking in their direction. As I near them, I move slightly to the left so I just brush up against the guy who was talking earlier.
"Watch where you're going," the pig sneers at me.
"Sorry," I laugh, "Don't know if you can tell, but I'm blind. Kind of hard to find my way around."
"I don't care if you're the fucking president. You should apologize," he hisses grabbing onto my shirt. I send a glare his way.
"I'd appreciate it if you would let go of my shirt," I grind out.
"Why don't you make me?" He prods, pushing me. "Come on blind boy. Let's see what you got." Another push. "I bet you couldn't get one hit on me." Push. With that last push, I snap. I punch that bastard square in the jaw.
We go tumbling onto the ground. A mess of kicking and punching limbs. That is until someone pulls us apart. I expect it to be a teacher. It was NOT a teacher.
"What in the hell do you guys think you're doing?!" I hear Talia yell. "The guy may be a dick, but you didn't have to hit him, Marcus"
"I actually did. I refuse to get pushed around at this school. Especially by a pig like him," I growl.
"As head of the disciplinary committee, it's my job to keep order. Both of you guys have detention. See you after school." I don't get a chance to explain myself more to her because she storms off. I guess I'll just have to argue my case in detention. This is what I wanted. I just didn't want her to be the one to stop me.
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