Forever Gone: Chapter 3

Chapter Four:

Faye

2010





I sensed someone looking at me. I turned around and found a boy with light brown hair staring at me. It seemed like he knew, but I had no idea who it was. One thing that was strange about him was that he had light violet eyes; he must be wearing contacts unless he was born with those eyes, which would be very unusual.

“Faye,” someone called my name.

It was Skye.

“Hey,” I said turning away from the boy.

“Are you excited,” she asked walking with a book bag hanging over one shoulder.

“Am I supposed to be?”

“NO, because school here is like death,” she said fiddling with her heart shaped necklace.

I smiled. “Well, if we don’t’ go now we’re going to go to hell for sure.”

She looked at her watch. “Oh crap.” She dragged me into the building with her.



My first period class was history. I took a seat at the back of the room, since everyone had already taken their seat. The tardy bell rang and the door flew opened like it was planned. The boy that looked at me at the parking lot came in.

“Mr...,” Mrs. Herman asked looking at her attendance sheet like it was going to give her the answer.

“Greene,” he answered.

“Mr. Greene I hope you are aware that you are late for history,” she told him putting her glasses on.

“I am aware of that Mrs. Herman,” he answered.

She nodded. “Take a seat then.”

He looked around for a seat, but the only seat left was the one right next to me. He walked over and sat next to me.

“Alright open your textbooks to page 24 and start answering the questions,” Mrs. Herman said taking a seat at her desk.

“Can I borrow a pen,” someone asked. I turned and looked at me.

“You’re talking to me,” I asked.

He smiled. “Yes, I believe it’s only you here.”

“Sure,” I said and I dug out a pen from my messenger bag. “Here.”

I handed him my pen.

“Thank you,” he said and started working on his questions. The rest of the period was basically pure boring. I did my classwork and tried to answer every question I know. My next class was art and I was in the same class as Skye.

I took a seat next to Skye and her other friends.

“Okay we are going to sketch something that means a lot to you during your childhood,” Mr. Jeffrey announced. “I want this to be one of your best sketches that you have ever drawn.”

Skye sighed. “God, I suck in art, why did I bother to take this class in my last year at WGR.”

“Ha me neither,” a girl called Mandy said. “I wasn’t going to take this class, but this one of the easiest class I could take.”

Mr. Jeffrey interrupted hearing the conversation. “Please do not think this class as easy, because if your drawings are not good I would fail you and it won’t be a good mark for you colleges.”

We nodded. I took out my sketch pad.

“Hey did you guys see the new hot guys in school today,” Dawn asked. Skye looked up.

“Oh my god, I totally saw them, I think it was something like Ashton, Basil, and what?”

“Evan, I think Evan is the hottest,” Mandy said drawing a line on her paper.

“Yeah me too, you should have seen those light violet eyes, those. are. totally. hot,” Dawn said pronouncing the words carefully.

“Hey doesn’t he sit next to you in history class,” Skye asked looking at me. I looked up from my sketch.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“OMG, you are so lucky,” Mandy said with her eyes glowing.

“Girls no more talking and more working,” Mr. Jeffrey told us. They all shut up.

“What are you going to draw,” Skye asked looking at my sketch pad.

I shrugged. “A necklace.”

“A necklace,” she repeated.

“Yeah, this is one,” I showed her the one that Greg send me ten years ago, but I just received it last week.

“That looks very unique,” she said looking at my emerald necklace.

“Thank you,” I said and I started to sketch the necklace without looking at it.