Darker Than Black

:Darker Than Black: [Chapter: 7] //An Original Story//

Each day brings mee closer toooo youuuuuuuuu. Don't you hate having songs stuck in your heard. First it was that boom de ya da song. Now it's alchemy blah blah blah by Alesana song. And earlier it was some song by weezer......

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I stared out the window in class, not even bothering to listen to the teacher's monotone speech. I yawned and readjusted myself into a more comfortable position.

It had been three days since I had been in school. I had gotten the flue from running outside too much. I scowled. Hudson had brought me to the hospital the night I fainted instead of home, so I was stuck there and even forced to call my mom.

I sighed, clicking my pen subconsciously. Of course, the call with my mom didn't go so swell. She wanted me back home. Crying, pleading, persuading, and even bribing. She tried everything to get me back home. I refused though.

My mom had remarried, and I didn't want to be in the way of her and her new husband. It was hard enough with my new little sister, courtesy of my mom and new step-dad. I was just in the way. So I moved out, into Florence, a few towns over from where we lived before. It was only an hours drive, so it actually wasn't that bad. Plus, it saved me from living in a house where a baby cried twenty-four seven.

Suddenly something hit me hard in the head and I jumped, turning several shades of red as I turned to the teacher. He was pursing his lips at me.

"Would you mind not clicking your pen? You're killing me."

"Huh? Oh, sure," I responded, setting my pen down on my desk.

I looked down at what the teacher had thrown at me. A little stuffed pig. I grimaced. How could something so small had caused that much pain? I took another look at my teacher. He was the wrestling coach. That pretty much explained it.

School ended and I trudged home slowly. I hadn't seen Hudson once since that day, and to be honest life was now boring without him. But I still didn't want to help with his prediction breaking. He should be able to do it himself and not need my help.

I scratched my head as I adjusted my backpack. But that still left me bored. And it wasn't like I had the self-confidence to try and stop my own visions after what Hudson said to me. I had been trying my best to stay away from looking into my reflection, and had been succeeding perfectly, if I do say so myself.

I unlocked my door and entered, kicking off my shoes and dropping my backpack. I went to my house phone and checked the messages. No new ones. I stood in the middle of the room for a few seconds. What was I going to do today?

I pulled out my cell phone. Perhaps one of my school friends would want to hang out. I had received Rose and Haley's numbers and some guy, Jake's, as well.

I was slowly making friends. I was pretty friendly with everyone in Rose and Haley's group. That included Jake and also a few other people. I never saw Hudson at school though. Did Hudson have friends? I wondered what type of people they were.

I smacked myself on the forehead. Why was I thinking about Hudson again? If I was going to stop with the predictions, then I wouldn't be involved with Hudson. He would just be my neighbor, and we would politely greet each other if we ever ran into each other. Maybe walk to school together once or twice too.

I groaned in frustration. Who was I kidding? Life was boring without Hudson. I felt good knowing that I could save lives with my visions. But with what he said, I was too afraid that whatever I would see, I wouldn't be able to handle. And if he was handling a different prediction at the time, mine just might happen before I could stop it. Not that it mattered, since I was pretty sure Hudson was ignoring me now.