Kannivalismós (Book Two of A Bloodline's Struggle)

The Big Question

Futile efforts drive me insane

Shackled

No way to escape

I am bound in crimson chains 

Reduced to nothing 

Abolishing The Ignominious 

Checking the time as I race towards my first class, I can't help but think about my birthday and what my group of friends supposedly have planned for me. Well planning I should say, they still haven't figured out the full details yet but apparently they're going to enlighten me at the end of school. 

Nervous? Of course, my parents don't let me out let alone have sleepovers at my friend's places. My curfew is five o'clock and it still stands regardless if I am turning eighteen. 

I get it, my parents have had a rough past but in reality I don't exactly know what. All I know is that my Grandparents were horrible people and to be quite honest, I have heard the word cannibal thrown around a few times but never made any connections. I still doubt it but the scars my dad carries are something that still keep me wondering what exactly happened to them. 

Like Mum they do their best to try and hide them with tattoos and clothing for the ones they haven't tattooed or fixed up yet, but I don't blame them considering it is a part of their past they don't want me knowing about no matter how hard I try and dig. 

Snapping out of it when I'm greeted by one of my bestfriends Blair, I give her a tight hug before asking the whereabouts of our other bestfriend yet her sort of crush Mitch. 

"Oh, he's coming apparently according to his message on our group chat." she informs me with shining Caribbean eyes, her light and almost natural makeup causing them to stand out even more against the pallor of her porcelain skin. 

"Thanks Blair. Anyway, what's been happening in the Mitch department?" I grin while she pretends to fix her already neatly tied up violet hair, her pale fingers playing with the straightened strands framing her face as her mind ticks with what to say next. 

"I dunno, we sort of talk but it's more on this subject." she confesses then motions her hands around to the class we're currently in, meaning obviously Maths is the only subject they can really talk on.

"Well maybe if you try and talk about other things than this, I dunno ask the dumb f**k how his day was." I chuckle with Blair joining in until settling down when the teacher casts her pale ice blue stare over us.

"Maybe, I'll give it a go tonight." she beams and drops her smile when we both hear and witness the ball to her septum piercing fall off. 

Rolling her eyes with a simultaneous groan, we both move slowly yet hastily back to search for the metal ball. 

Surprisingly we find it and she is able to screw it tightly back on, eventually giving me the thumbs up after making sure the ones on her tongue bar are all secure.

Because according to her you never know. 

Happy and showing me her new twenty something mill Satanic pentagram stretchers she just got in this morning from the internet, I go on to tell her that I should be getting some in soon myself due to my order being placed well over two weeks ago. 

Just when we're about to say more on the issue, in comes strolling Mitch with Miss Taylor informing him that he's lucky considering the bell is about to go. 

"Sorry Miss, won't happen again." he lies as the woman returns his bright look with one of bluntness and a hint of a grin thrown in there. 

"Good, now take a seat so I can begin roll call and the lesson." she shoots back while throwing her pointed finger in the direction of Blair and I. 

"Hey guys, I was hoping I'd see you both." he grins then takes a seat on the other side of me, my peripherals perking up as I sense Blair's whole mood change and she's suddenly awkward. 

"I bet." she grumbles when I only lean back in my chair with a sigh. 

"Come on you two play nice, now Miss Taylor is going to crack it soon if you don't all keep quiet." I grin until Blair blushes and Mitch's gemstone green stare lands from the teacher's back currently turned to us, back to me and flickering between the two of us girls. 

"All I'm saying is you are going to love what we sort of have planned for you. It's just a matter of whether your Mum will say yes or no considering how strict they are when it comes-"

"Yeah I know." I murmur across him, Mitch clamping his mouth automatically before turning his paper white face back to Miss Taylor who's now explaining today's lesson. 

"Holy s**t, you know what if she throws the fact that she's turning eighteen and we're all going to be there in their face's, I mean this might work." Blair randomly whispers out loud once we're head down into our books. Well I am, I don't know about Blair or Mitch and I wonder if Blair finally took my advice.

I'll give her credit she grew those balls pretty quick. I just hope she doesn't get her phone confiscated for the lesson or even worse, rest of the day.

"I guess you're right, that could work you know." Mitch replies then runs his largish hand through his tan fringe but managing to keep his bangs in place in the process, his ears poking out a little due to the rather confronting thirty or so mill stretchers he has in his ears. 

"Come on, can you guys at least tell me what it is so I can warn my parents?" I groan in annoyance and causing me to cease my work altogether. 

"Sorry Ida, but we aren't certain yet. It was only spit balled between Mitch, Amelia and Noah who you will be seeing in the next five minutes." she informs me with a wink after glancing at the phone in between her legs under the desk. 

"You guys are horrible, you know that it's my birthday this Sat-" 

"And it is only Monday. Now get the rest of your work done before Miss Taylor keeps you in." she cuts across me with a playful nudge, my eyebrows shooting up along with my eyes widening in unison at how Mum-like she sounded. 

"Yes Ma'am." I salute before doing just that as Mitch's laughter sounds in the background and causes a grin to surface, though I can't help but look at Miss Taylor to see what she's doing and discover that she's assisting a student. 

She's a young woman, nice and outgoing yet can make a class do their work if she wanted to like right now. She has that unspoken rule we all know that if you are chilled in her class, she is chilled back. You break that however, and that's on your back. 

Her hair's cut short to an almost bob with a cute little front fringe, large black framed glasses with a long sleeve stripy boat neck shirt and navy blue shorts accompanied with thick stockings underneath, and ankle high boots a charcoal black to top it off. 

For what feels like only seconds the bell does finally ring and I find that I'm only three questions away, Blair laughing when I show her mine and she presents me her completed ones.

"I'm sure she will let you get away with it." she teases while Mitch is too busy choosing a song from his phone to play through his one earphone currently going in.

"Make sure what I have given you is done by next lesson or else." Miss Taylor warns though earns a few laughs in return considering we all know she's joking yet a little serious at the same time.

I have been to one of her detentions once and to be honest, I helped her get more work done than the other way around and it helped me because I got a bit of an extension on my work for it.

"I'll see you two at recess." I call to Blair and Mitch currently making their way to their own classes, Blair shooting me a beaming nod whilst Mitch gives me a thumb up. 

Making my way through the crowd of scrambling students, I can't help but set my mind solidly on what the both were talking about in Maths. Like what could it be that my parents will say yes or no to due to the age I am turning? 

If they knew my parents it wouldn't matter what age I was turning, there's apparently something out there worse than my grandparents and I honestly don't want to hang around to find out. 

Coming across the English class I'm meant to be taking, I halt my further advance to head through the door and make my way to Amelia whose head is down and in her phone replying rapidly to someone. 

Finally setting her honey stare on me when she registers I have taken my usual seat next to her, she too wraps her arms around me much like Blair did before pulling away and grinning evilly at me. 

"Why, what's with the stare?" I question slowly while squinting my eyes in unison. 

"That was Blair, she was just informing me that the others are on board with what we sort of have planned, I'm just waiting for Noah to come back from the toilet so he can see what else has been said on our secret group chat we've made especially for this." she explains as she brushes her raven front fringe s***h side fringe to the side with her alabaster fingers.

"First of all, you need a haircut and second of all, I advise you to not tell me anymore to avoid being punched in the face." I warn jokingly with Amelia cackling away evilly to herself.

"I know, even my bangs are starting to outgrow their usual point where I'd cut them." she admits after making sure her bridge and lip piercing aren't being caught by any stray hairs. 

"Maybe tie it back and into a pony tail like how Blair has it." I suggest then offer her the spare hair tie on my wrist.

"You know what, f**k it." she eventually gives in whilst taking the band and tying the dead straight locks into a high ass pony tail similar to Blair's, with strands of raven locks also framing her face. 

"Look at that, a miniature Blair and to be quite honest, you suit it a lot better." I confess as I peer at the twenty something mill stretchers I forgot she had until now. 

Opening my mouth, it is instantly closed when Noah comes back in along with the teacher Mr Cross I didn't know slipped out, both boys laughing before Noah takes his seat with a s**t eating grin.

"Got your message, I am f*****g down if he can get what he said he can get." Noah states with his cognac stare solely on Amelia, every now and then jumping to me considering I'm shooting both of them ones of confusion. 

"Don't worry, it will all be revealed in due time." he assures me when Mr Cross starts the lesson off, Noah's sun kissed arm reaching across the desk to show Amelia something on the other side of me on his phone. 

"Oh come on guys, this is absolutely pathet-" 

"It's only a meme, chill." Noah grins then shows me the same thing, my cheeks heating up instantly as I bury my head in my work and the both cackle away once again.

"You know what guys, how about I move so the both of you can do your thing. I don't want to be tempted with the thoughts of knowing you guys are planning my supposed birthday s***h party." I state after standing up and gathering my things, Amelia hesitant though Noah is patting the empty table now next to him. 

"Fine, but I at least I'm still next to Ida." she sighs until doing the long task of moving seats and complimenting my bum on keeping the seat warm. 

"You're lucky I have one." I grumble as Noah throws his head back with a laugh and eventually fixes the caramel bangs he has sort of going on when he's done ripping on me. 

However his hair is cut short on the sides yet longer at the top, the whole style having an alternative vibe to it thanks to the bangs I guess. Not to mention the nose ring he now has ever since finding our group and sticking with it. 

I say it's because he found Amelia and ended up staying as well as deciding to put up with the rest of the guys in this small yet tight group, but I think he also stayed because he generally loves the people he hangs out with, much like everyone else including me. 

"You guys better be doing work over there!" Mr Cross calls over from his desk just as he is about to start roll call, the three of us chuckling though nod our heads once we've settled ourselves back down.

"Yes Mr Cross."

"Yes Sir." 

"Yes." all three of us say in harmony, Mr Cross grinning before pointing a finger in Noah's direction. 

"Sir, I like that. Hear that class, I'm a Sir." he announces whilst a few students cackle in the background and the three of us join in.

"Would you like Sir or Sir Cross?" Amelia suggests with a c****d eyebrow of a salesman, well woman in her case.

"Hmm, Sir will suffice." he finishes poshly when positioning the role and pen in a manner of a high maintenance person. 

Like Miss Taylor he too is a young teacher, around her age of late twenties with pale nut brown locks shaved close to the head with a band cap, covered from the neck down in tattoos and eyes the colour of grey clouds almost. 

His ears are the aftermath of having them stretched out to a large amount until having them taken out and left out, some teachers thinking it's unprofessional but students don't seem to give a s**t.

Clad in skinny jeans, Doc martens and a flannel with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattooed sleeves, he eventually places his feet on the desk yet holds the posh position and begins role call. 

"Oh and by the way, I like what you guys have planned for Ida; I hope to see you guys there." Mr Cross winks at Amelia and Noah then goes back to finishing the role off, my entire being looking at the both of them and watching as they erupt into evil laughter of pure torture.