THE CUT
Emma
The loud sound of my alarm woke me up at exactly 7a.m.
I groaned and buried my face deeper into my pillow, covering my ears with it .
Urghh!!
With a frustrated sigh,I rolled over to the left and knocked the clock off the small table beside my bed.It hit the floor with a soft thud.Great. Just great.
“Emma!” My foster mother’s voice echoed from downstairs.
“You’re going to be late for school kiddo!”. I grumbled while kicking my feet against the bed in protest .It’s Monday. Again.
“Emma!” My foster mum called again from downstairs.
“Your breakfast is on the dining table”
I wonder what she made for breakfast. I need to hurry or else I’ll be late to school. After getting ready, I hurried downstairs to eat what my foster mum made for me . It was an apple and three pancakes . I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the rack and returned to my seat , so that i can slice my apple just the way i like it .
As i picked up my apple from my plate, i pressed the blade on the skin of apple, trying to slice through it slowly so it won’t slip from my hand
But the moment the knife shifted. I felt a sharp sting through my fingers.
I froze in awe.
I saw blood on my index finger . I looked at it, confused.
That wasn’t supposed to happen .
Before I could even process it, my foster mother’s voice rang out again
“Emma!, My Logan is here!”. It was my driver.I quickly grabbed my bag from the dining chair
“I’m coming!” I exclaimed.
A few seconds later, one of my maids stepped into the dining room.
“Good morning, Emma,” she said politely , already reaching for my school bag . “Let me help you with that”
I handed it to her without thinking. The front door was already open.
I rushed outside heading to the black Rolls Royce Phantom . Mr Logan stood beside the rear door , holding it open.
“Good morning, Miss Emma,” he said .
I nodded and entered the car . On my way to school , something strange happened. The moment I felt the AC hit my skin. I felt a cool sensation.I looked at my index finger .The cut was gone .No blood.No sign of any injury.
I felt my heart in my throat.
Mr Logan noticed immediately, “Miss Emma, are you alright?” , he asked while looking at me through the auxiliary rear view mirror. Something was wrong. Very wrong.And I didn’t know what it was yet.
We drove through the large gates of Ravencrest Academy . My high school. Ravencrest was always beautiful in the morning. I was always excited about my day in school. Not just today. The driver pulled over at the car park. I stepped out slowly, adjusting my bag strap on my shoulder. The morning sun shined on me. My mind kept drifting back to the strange incident that occurred in the car. I released a sigh and looked around the school grounds.
Students were everywhere. They gathered outside the entrance. Some stood in small groups discussing and laughing.Until,a car pulled up beside ours. It was similar to mine.Black and Expensive.The atmosphere changed instantly. I began to hear whispers through the crowd.
“Is that him?”.
“I heard that he is a transferred student”.
“I heard he comes from wealth”
“Who were they whispering about ? . And why are people so intrigued by his appearance. How could someone be this popular without even attending a single class?. My eyes followed the students eyes unconsciously. His driver stepped down from the car and opened the rear door of the car, he stepped down . He adjusted his purple with black polka dot tie . His dark features caught my attention, his thick black hair and brows , his eyes. There was something about his eyes. He was tall, collected and confident . His aura was unexplainable. Everyone stared at him as he picked up his bag from the car. Including me. My chest tightened for no reason I could explain. At the exact moment, he turned his head and looked straight at me.
And something in me softly said
“Mate.”
