The Game called Fate

School

I sprinted out of the house and mounted my rickety old bike, which I'd owned for a few years. It's not the best, of course, but it gets me where I need to go. By the time I departed, the triplets had already left for school. We are currently in our senior year. I can't wait for school to end so I can leave this horrible place I call home. By the time I got to school, it was the second period, and I had already missed my first lesson. I know I'll have to go back in the afternoon and speak with Mr. Mills to retrieve the assignments I missed. Mrs. Monroe teaches math during the second period. Fortunately for me, my best buddy Jeremiah is in this class, and after the morning I had, I can't wait to see him.

** Flashback **

When I transferred here in my sophomore year, I got to know Jeremiah. We attended a lot of classes together. We used to just say good morning and move on, but after working together on a science class group project, everything changed. After we started conversing, it became clear that we had a lot in common. We discovered that we read comparable literature and had similar tastes in music. I've recommended a good many of them to him, and he's recommended some to me. He has been my best friend—my one and only friend—ever since.

** End of Flashbach**

In actuality, I feel alone at school because of Betty, Ben, and Bacster. The only one with the courage to confront them is Jeremiah. Why they avoid him is beyond me. I was perplexed as to why the triplets refused to be friends with Jeremiah. He was generous and friendly. He avoided making fun of the weak and made an effort to put an end to bullying when he witnessed it. Not many people had an issue with him, and a lot of the girls in our class were smitten with him. But the triplets were a different matter.

Whenever I spoke with Jeremiah, I would always get daggers glared at me by Ben or Bacster, and Betty would just roll her eyes. I asked Jeremiah a few times if he and the triplets had gotten into a fight, but he always told me that he hadn't hurt them. He would claim, most likely, that they were just upset that I wasn't alone. Jeremiah was a very attractive man. His eyes were pale green, and his hair was short and black. His physique was well-defined, giving the impression that he exercised daily.

Additionally, each time I met his gaze, I was transported to a fresh summer's day, complete with trees waving in the breeze. I guess he already knew that's how everyone perceived him, even though I never did tell him this. With a smile, Jeremiah greeted me in the classroom and said, "Hey Rey, getting a late start." I took the seat he had set for me, rolled my eyes, and remarked, "Don't even get me started on my day." Shortly after the bell rings, Mrs. Monroe enters the room carrying her clipboard and the materials for the day's lesson. She begins by checking that everyone is there and takes attendance before passing out papers for the class to pass around. As the lesson progresses, Jeremiah nudges me a few times to grab my attention, so I pull my gaze away from the board and look at him to see what he wants. I remark in hushed tones, "What do you want while we're in class?" He responds with "I just wanted to see if you're okay, I can see some bruising on your neck" I continue with "It's nothing new, just the same old stuff. You don't have anything to worry about right now. So pay attention to class." He returned his focus to the board. He gives me a sideways look, so I reassure him. "If it will make you stop looking at me, I'll tell you at lunch." He lets it go with a nod.

After class, I say goodbye to Jeremiah and proceed to my third-period class.

One of my favorite class is the third period. With Mr. Hakes as my teacher, I adore history. Ben is in that class, which is a drawback, but other than that, he's a quirky old man who makes learning a lot of fun. I walk into the space and find a seat near the windows in the rear. Just like clockwork, Ben enters the room sporting his weekly tramp. Georgia, as she goes by, is Betty's close buddy. She would go to great lengths to win their favor. Like throwing away my clothes till I'm left with just my workout attire, or piling food on me over lunch. She once threw everything I owned into the furnace when I got out of the gym and had a shower. Before I could go have lunch, I had to call Jeremiah to find me some clothes. I was labeled a w***e for wearing different clothes when I came home that day. That evening wasn't so good, I got beaten up, stripped naked, and r***d repeatedly. I don't remember when it stopped just that it hurt and my body was on fire. Those are recollections I'd rather not dwell on. I attempt to push them out of my mind. I focused back on the classroom.

When the teacher steps in."Good morning, class. Has everyone finished their reading? Yes, no. Well, I believe it is time for a pop quiz. It's typical of Mr.Hakes to simply impose the quiz on us. He loves to keep us on our toes. I approached Mr. Hakes to give the quiz, which I had completed in roughly twenty minutes."Done, okay. Do the readings from chapters fifty to fifty-two, then summarize all you learned." "No problem Mr.H" I return to my seat and sit down.

I grab up my history book and begin reading. I looked around to see who had finished their quiz, and to my astonishment, everyone was suffering. Ben struggled to finish the quiz despite his arrogance and pompous demeanor. I thought that was funny. Only 10 minutes are remaining in class. I see a couple of pupils have completed their quizzes and handed them over to Mr. H. "You're looking very well, Mr. Hakes." Ben enjoys trying to trick his teachers to get good marks. But you can't mislead Mr. Hake. "Yes, yes. How very kind of you, Mr. Barlow. Now please take your seat." Georgia gave me a glare when I laughed briefly. At the end of class, everyone turned in their tests, even if they were incomplete. After submitting my summary and moving on to my next classes after third period, the day passes quickly.