The Unknown

D.E.S.T.I.N.Y

Finn

He sat down for the last day of school for the term; the subject was art. Finally, the last session before he could go home and watch TV and forget about reality. Finn didn't mind art, in fact it was his favorite elective. It was free time today, and they could draw whatever they saw. Finn thought of gryphons, lightsabers, and the other side... but in the back of his head, he saw her. Hazel. He tried to distract himself, starting to draw out a rough stencil of a Gryphon, soon he was lost in his own world, sketching, editing, and painting carefully in between the little lines. As he finished the last strokes, the teacher sat her hand on his shoulder, plucking the artwork from him before holding it up to every eye to see and loudly saying, "Look here everybody! This is an amazing creation you can make after listening to me in art class."

Most of the class turned to look. Some sniggered and whispered. Finn was horrified when he saw why.

He often never knew what he was drawing, as it just came together in his mind as he went, the pencil, the brush, the crayon; they all just created some hyper realistic art work in the end. But that was the thing. That was what terrified him. Because as he looked up, and saw the drawing, it was not only a Gryphon. There was a pegasus, and he was sitting on the gryphon, staring at a beautiful girl who was laughing and riding atop the pegasus. But not any girl. The girl he had been colliding with in the hallways for the past month. He recognised her pretty smile. It was Hazel. Finn groaned and slapped his forehead. He didn't even like her! Well, he liked her as a friend, she was kind and funny- but he didn't like her in that way! She had a few electives the same as him, one of them being art. He snatched the painting from the teacher grumpily, "Thanks a lot, Ms." He looked around the room to see if she was listening to the teacher but luckily he found her giggling and chatting with her friends, not paying attention to the teacher as usual. Phew. He thought. She mustn't have seen his painting. He glimpsed back at Hazel. Sometimes he wondered why she was so incredibly smart, with so little effort. As the teacher walks away to check up on another student, his friend Dean takes a closer look at the painting and smirks. "Looks like someone's got a crush."

Finn gives him a look, his eyes screaming 'seriously' and playfully jabs him in the arm, dismissing his assumptions. Dean changes the topic, and before Finn knows it, the bell for hometime rings.

*****

Hazel

As the last bell rang, Hazel raced to tidy up the mess of her art stuff so she could race out of class, but unfortunately, her annoying teacher made her wipe down all the desks, because despite her attempts to leave quickly, she was still the last one there. As she watched the teacher walk away, she picked up the spray bottle and the paper towels to start cleaning. Next time her teacher makes her do this she's gonna spray the grumpy lady in the face. She quickly wiped down a few desks, hoping to get out of this school as soon as she could. But then she found it. Finn's painting. It had just been left behind, a beautiful piece of art. She studied it carefully, only to soon realise that it was her and him, staring at each other from two different beasts, up in the sunset clouds. It was gently snowing in the pretty image. Did he like her? Or was this just some trick, some bait, to catch her curiosity and lure her into a spiral of confusion? She had to see Ivy. And hopefully not Camille. Ivy was the only one who would be able to tell her more, being the daughter of Witch Huftle, Ivy had all of the power she needed to be able to tell Hazel her whole future. So back to Ivy's house she crept, still shaken from the last event that happened when she went there. As she arrived, Nightmare stared her down, whilst pacing up and down her fence. Clip clop, clip clop. The horse shoes clinked on the rocky ground, her black coat shining in the afternoon light. As Hazel approached the door, she saw movement in the corner of her eye. Glancing over, she saw Camille roll her eyes in the window before disappearing from sight. Footsteps... Locks turning... keys jangling. The door opened a small way. The piano played.

"Go. Away. She's not back." The voice said.

"But I need to know!" Hazel said defiantly. "There's this weird thing happening, this boy, he-"

"It's called 'destiny'. D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. Have you heard of it?"

Hazel looked at her blankly. "What?! So you think I am destined to be with this guy."

"Yup. Question answered. Now GO AWAY!" The little girl slams the door. The piano stopped playing. Keys jangled... Locks turned... Footsteps. Hazel stood there. This was a joke. It had to be. She laughed. No way was she supposedly destined to be with the dude all the girly girls were obsessed with. He could have them, she didn't want them. For all she knew, he was just a pointless prize to be won with showers of compliments and kisses. Yuck. She knew about this because in a lot of the classes she sat near them, and they were always saying 'omg he's sooo hot!' and Hazel just rolled her eyes and made a mocking face at her friends on the opposite side of the room. It wasn't that he wasn't cute, because he was, but Hazel wasn't dumb enough to obsess over someone just from their looks. She looked back at the window again. A white fluffy cat sat there, its nose twitching. Camille came to the window and stoked the cat gently. 'G.o. A.w.a.y,' she mouthed slowly. Sighing at the complete rubbish that was coming out of Camille's mouth, Hazel turned and ran back home.

*****

Finn

Finn jumped off the bus to be greeted by none other than his annoying older sister, Rebecca. She was twenty two and still lived at home; always doing her uni work, fighting with his parents, and inviting her sketchy friends over without asking. He was surprised that his parents had not kicked her out yet. They always threatened to force her to leave when they were arguing, but never actually implemented it. He longed for the day. Today, she was sitting on the couch, typing furiously away at her laptop. "Hi Bec-" he started, only to be cut off by her annoyed groan. "Hi Finn, can you please shut up, I have this essay to finish, and it's due midnight tonight. I really need to concentrate"

He sighed. Of course she had an assignment. "Ok-" he mumbled.

"Shhhhh"

Rolling his eyes, he backed away down the hallway to his room. He opened his door, and slid his backpack off his shoulders, letting it fall on the carpet. He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his hoodie, and sat down to try and distract himself. For the whole bus ride home, he had thought about Hazel. About her pretty eyes, the way she laughed, and her incredible ability to light up any room she walked in. He had tried to stop it, but the more he tried to divert his attention from these thoughts, the more they flooded in. He didn't like her, he had tried to convince himself. He just.....wanted to find out why they kept clashing into each other. Snapping back into the present, he decided that he should see if she was going to the fair so he could try and figure out why she was always clashing into him, and why he was always thinking about her. So he grabbed his pen and started to write his thoughts down in a letter.