Empress
Fertility in body or mind, initiative, action, bountiful harvest. Good luck.
By now we had all sat down at a desk, the chairs seemingly not being able to hold us up, but withstanding our weight. Isabella was trying to wipe off the eye liner that has seeped down her face, but for the most part made it worse by smudging it. The boy was looking at the rotting door, as if expecting some one to barge in. I looked around the room, trying to figure out why people would say the room was haunted, as if I really believed it was. Ha.
Then out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw something move.
I whipped my head around, but of course there was nothing, but both of the others in the room with me had seen my sudden movement, and so turned to stare at me. After analysing the area for a moment I looked away from it, marking it up to frayed nerves, and met their eyes. Isabella looked as if ready to cry again, but I figured she wouldn’t at this point. The boy still had a taunt look to his face, as if he were waiting for his punishment for helping me.
“Well what do we do now? Wait ‘till last bell to leave? I mean we can’t go home, my parents would kill me!” Isabella said, fear blatant on her face, no doubt she didn’t want to be grounded for the next 4 years.
“We can’t go to my house either; it’s my mom’s day off.” The blond said, he didn’t seem as concerned, I figured he must get in trouble often. Then he pulled out my box cutter that was still in his pocket, and gently threw it to me. I managed to catch it, and slid it back inside my own pocket. “But since this girl got us into this maybe she should find us a way out.” He looked at me with steely eyes, and so I just looked down to the little nick in my thumb from the blade prior.
“Wait, Angelene! You live alone right? Could we come over until school ends?” Isabella blurted it out so fast that I didn’t realize that she had volunteered me for this. The boy stood up, and started to the door; he peeked out into the hall, and then motioned for us to follow.
“Well come on, we gata hurry before some one sees us leave.” I guess I stood there gawking at his forth right actions, because before I knew it he had grabbed my wrist, and we all were silently running down the hall to the main doors, and then running down street after street to my house.
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We had been led by Isabella down streets and up my drive way, me being dragged all the way by this crazy boy who was still clutching my wrist. Finally we ended up collapsed on the front step of my house, concealed from view of the out side world by the long drive way. We were so winded that for minuets we just gasped mouthful after mouthful of oxygen, until finally I just laid back onto the ground, arms spread out, and I just laughed.
I laughed.
I laughed because that was the most fun I’d had in years!
I laid there sprawled out laughing, gasping for more air that barely got to my lungs before I again expelled it. My body shook, and I clutched my stomach which started to ache. I knew that they were watching me, and when I finally could open my eyes I saw both of them look at me, then to each other, then join me in another wave of laughter. The three of us must have seemed to have lost our minds, but who cares.
It felt so good.
Finally we all calmed down, and I sat up shakily, my body weak from the running and laughing that it had just experienced. I looked to the other two who now were also sitting, the boy looking around now at my house and the area around it. It was strange, having people taking in your home, especially after years of isolation; I almost felt embarrassed at the seeming shabbiness of it. After some time as we finally got our breath back I stood and lended one hand to each of them. Isabella took it first, and I quickly lifted her up, flinging both of us back onto the grass, again laughing. Once we stopped she stood, and as I was about to I saw a hand offered to me.
He stood looking down at me, and a smile swept across his face. He looked so handsome like that, his cheeks still slightly red from running, his hair some what ruffled. I took his hand and he easily lifted me to my feet, and I stumbled forward into him, before jumping back. He smiled again before turning bright red. “I havn’t even told you my name yet have I?!” He exclaimed and I shyly shook my head. He smiled again, and I couldn’t help but notice the ease he did it with. “My names Michael, but every one just calls me Mike, but if you call me “dyke” I’ll punch you even if you are a girl.” He chuckled and I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. I slightly realized that he hadn’t said he last name, but at the moment I didn’t care. Michael I thought, why did that seem so familiar? Why-?
My head started throbbing.
I could see a memory, like an old movie reel it glitched and shredded apart before I could grab it. I clutched my head as my ears started to ring, that name I felt I had known well before. And when I finally could comprehend my surroundings again I felt hands on my shoulders, no doubt the only reason my body hadn’t fallen to the ground. For some reason I fully expected to see Dylan with his mismatched eyes staring at me as I awoke from a blissful dream.
But Michael stood in front of me.
I felt a wave of happiness at the fact that today hadn’t been a dream.
Isabella stood looking at me, no doubt worried, but Michael seemed to understand on some level, as his eyes were steady and held no trace of fear for me, but instead a strange sympathy. I didn’t know what to say when Isabella came over to me and-I’m pretty sure- asked if I was okay. But then Michael laughed and turned to her and said something like “I think she’s just light headed from the lack of oxygen, i have that effect on girls!”, though I couldn’t be positive as my ears still were ringing a little. But I know that his smile was bright and faded into a mock scowl when Isabella socked him in the arm.
After a minute or so I felt my head starting to clear, but one scrap of the memory was still in my mind, cloudy, but there. “No! Don’t! Stop, please, please! Don’t die, please, please don’t-“A girl stood there, drenched in blood. “Please….” Tears fall to the ground. Though I only could remember that small part a welling sadness started in my heart, but when Michael then again held my shoulders I felt that even with this deepening sorrow that I would not cry, instead I smiled as he scowled at Isabella, complaining at the pain in his arm, though it was obvious by the corners of his mouth he was suppressing a grin.
Then he turned back to me, and I suppose he saw the sadness in my eyes, in my soul, as I now was certain he must be able to on some level of conscious or subconscious. He smiled quickly in a devilish way before starting to tickle my sides. At first I yelled at the now foreign contact before buckling over in laughter, my lungs still aching from the previous fit. I heard him laughing as well at my plight as he continued even as I begged between breaths for him to stop.
When Finally I managed to squirm away I glared at him, and his grin faded into a pleading puppy look that asked for forgiveness, though I held no intention of forgiveness even for that face. Instead I roughly tickled is stomach and sides until his eyes went wide and then he fell to the ground laughing and trying to escape me, but instead of allowing that I pinned him to the ground, kneeling so that he couldn’t move his legs, his arms pinned to his sides while I still tickled him. He thrashed under me, and I laughed with him until we were both red in the face and breathless.
I stop tickling him, though I still knelt on him, not thinking to move. As we both sat there, me panting to catch my breath, and him now returning to normal breathing I had no idea where Isabella was, though I cared little. Then I felt him twitching under me, and so I thought maybe I should move, but when I tried I found that I couldn’t easily get up without either falling or hurting him. As I sat trying to figure out how to situate myself in order to stand I felt him trying to get out from under me. I slightly cocked my head to the side before sitting back onto my knees since i couldn't stand while he was moving, Though this time i think i hurt him, seeing where i sat, which i think you can guess. He made a little groaning sound and i tried to move so it wouldn't hurt.
I blushed when I looked back to him, and he was blushing as well, though I think both are faces were so red that it was almost hard to tell. I again tried to move. He squirmed a little as I finally managed to bring one leg up and over his body, allowing him to sit up as I stood. He quickly re-adjusted himself, and then stood as well, though he didn’t look at me right away. Instead he looked for Isabella, who he saw was looking around the side of my house into the back yard.
I figured she was looking at the graves.
