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.

Froever Gone Chapter 2

Chapter 4


Evan

2010









I put down my book as I sense Basil coming toward my room. I got up and opened the door for him.

“God, I hate when you do this,” Basil said rolling his eyes. “Well, are you ready for school yet?”

I winced when he said the word school. “I have no idea why agreed on going to school with you guys.”

He smiled. “You own me, dude.”

I nodded. “Well, I’m ready. Seriously I hope I won’t go crazy when I’m around those humans.”

“Yeah whatever, we’re leaving,” he said already half way out the door. “Ana is so enthusiastic.”

I smiled when he emphasize the word so.



I got in the car and took a seat at the front of the car with Basil. Ana was sitting at the back with Rena and Ashton.

“I hope I’ll survive,” Rena said tying her shoelace.

“Yep, but my tummy is full so I’ll survive, at least today,” Ashton said rubbing his tummy.

I smiled. “We’re going to do fine. Hey by the way, can anyone tell me why I agreed on going to school with you guys?”

Ana laughed along with Rena and Ashton, like it was supposed to be a joke.

“Maybe you were on drugs,” Basil laughed turning into the parking lot of West Greenwich Regional High. “God what is with these people there everywhere.”

I looked out the window and agreed with him. There were many humans, I mean not even many; it was outnumbered. It was really noisy in the parking lot.

“That’s the first day of high school for human: loud and stupid,” Ashton joked.

“Stupid, their retarded, their basically holding up a sign that say kill me,” Ana said getting out the car. I grabbed hold of her hand before she got up. She looked at me.

“I won’t start sucking people blood,” she said and she got out.

I got out when something caught my attention.

It was her.

Faye McCarthy.

Basil saw me stuttered and came over. “What happen man?”

He must have saw it too because he was starting to look at her. She turned around from her friends and caught me looking. She almost looked like her mother reddish-brownish hair, tall, and slim, but she had those emerald color eyes that were very attractive, probably go it from her father.

She was wearing all black: black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, but then she wore neon green converse.

“Faye,” someone called. She finally looked away from me and started to talk to a dirty blonde hair girl.

“Who’s that,” I thought I heard Ashton whispered to Ana. She didn’t answer him, but her face was red now.

Oh god, Ana is jealous that you’re starring at the girl and not at her, Basil thought.

I elbowed him on the ribs. He flinched almost knocking over Rena.

“Dude, seriously watch it,” Rena cried.

“Blame him,” Basil said pointing at me.

I wasn’t paying attention now; I was looking at Faye McCarthy. I remembered her as an innocent girl, whose mother and brother died when she was only seven.