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Forgotten Fate: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
My scheduale was confusing me, and Dante had gone with Cyrus so Cyrus could show him something, and I was walking out of my fourth class, math, with Cassandra. We were both going to the same class, room 1313, which, according to my scheduale, was called “No school supplies needed!”, which didn’t sound like a good name for a class subject to me, which is what confused me. I didn’t let it get to me, though, because everyone that I sat with us at lunch (Cassandra, Cyrus, Dante, Athena, and Averelle) had our last three classes together. “Hey Cassandra, what exactly was Cyrus going to show Dante?” I asked, walking down the hallway that room 1313 was down. She shrugged. “Probably some fanart that he doesn’t want anyone else to see but Dante. Cyrus is Dante’s very best friend. Well, was, until you came around to take that place.” I coughed. “Wait, when did Dante say I was his new best friend?” “He didn’t. I can just tell by the way he acts around you. He’s more playful and mischivous and random when you’re around,” she shrugged “and the fact that he chose you to portray the part of his ‘girlfriend’ says a lot. He wouldn’t pick me or Athena even if we didn’t have boyfriends already.” Huh, I thought that’s kind of going a little fast. I wanted to reject this possibility as truth, but I knew that a back part of my mind knew it was true, for both him and me. Cassandra took a right turn down the busy hallway and lead me into a dimlit hallway with only us two in it. Unlike the other hallways, so long and narrow that I could barely fit into it, and was lit by a few dim, old yellowish lights. The walls were a dirty brown, as if they hadnt been washed in ages, and the floor tiles, which appeared as though they were once white and black, where dirty brown and black. There wasn’t a single door except for the windowless one at the very end on the left. As we approched it, I could see the letters painted on in sloppy, quickly-done, ancient-looking handwriting that read: Room 1313 For The Fifth Hour “mediocris populus” use only! If you have not been directed to come to this classroom at this time by your schedule, then DO NOT ENTER! Cassandra, not noticing that the door, along with the doorknob, was covered in a nasty, dirty film, opened it up and walked in.I fallowed, astounded by my new, beautiful surroundings. The walls had been painted my favorite shade of orange, and instead of desks there were black couches with orange pillows, arranged in an unorganized, but somehow neat circle. Much like a lounging room. The bookshelves were filled with old books, ancient scrolls, and almost-prehistoric stone tablets. Each of which, to my biased knowledge, where written in Latin. The lighting was perfect, too. Dispite the fact that there were no windows, there was plenty of natural lighting from the light fixtures. There was what looked like a closet door in the cornor that was almost impossible to see. I wanted to see what was inside, but I wouldn’t. Not yet. The room didn’t even feel like a classroom. And even the chalkboard was covered with doodles and short comics, which looked like the kind of comics I would expect Dante and Cyrus to do, and there wasn’t a teacher’s desk, leading me to believe that there wasn’t a teacher at all, so I looked down at my schedual real quick. Room: 1313 Teacher: Unavailable is all that it said. “Does this even count as a class?” I asked Cassandra, glad that we were the only two people in there at that time. She giggled. “You’ll find out soon enough.” I had just flopped on a couch and that feeling of being looked for came, and it was really close feeling, too.Could it be? I thought, but dismissed the thought and anything related to it imideatly. I had just met Dante today, and the chances of it being him, if it were even anyone at all, where very slim. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be… Almost as if on cue, Cyrus walked in with Dant following behind. “I see you’ve made yourself quite comfortable there, Dahlia,” Dante said, and he walked up and flicked my nose, his eyes sparkling with their usual mischivousness. “Ow!” I exlaimed “That hurt, you little turd!” I picked up my notebook and threw it at him. Then I picked up a pencil and stabbed him with it. Not very hard, barely even a poke, but enough to make him flinch just a little bit. “Ow! Okay, okay, okay, I get the point now!” Without even waiting for me to pull the pencil back, he snatched it up and threw it onto the couch and sat down next to me. “It’s so much fun to cause you pain!” I told him, half sarcastic. “I was not in pain!” “Then why did you flinch?” “Because flinching is fun!” I looked at him for a second. “You’re insane,” I told him. He just looked straight back at me and said, “I know.” I blinked twice. His voice was so familiar and warming that it was frightening almost. And his tone didn’t help. If anything, my heart lept more because of it. What is wrong with me? I thought Why am I acting so strangely? After moments that seemed to take thousands of years, the bell rang, and I notcied that Athena and Averelle had come in along with about four other people I hadn’t seen before had come in. There where only ten people total in the class; five boys, five girls. And each one of us had someone of the opposite gender that looked a lot like them. Weird. But they didn’t seem to even realize that it was weird. They were all standing around talking to one annother, seeming to believe that they weren’t doing anything wrong. The teacher hadn’t come in to yell at them, either, but to my surprise, Dante took complete control over the class by saying, “Okay, you guys. Today is important, you know!!” Everyone sat down on the couches while Dante walked over to the old bookshelf and pulled out a scroll, which looked the oldest and was deffinatly written in Latin. He skimmed over it, reading faster than I had seen anyone do, and put it back. “You all know that today is Medicocris Dies, which means the Fair Day, which all of you know, and-” he stopped in mid-scentence and looked at me, his expression almost completely unreadable, except for his eyes, which had an extra, boosting sparkle to them. It had a different element in them than the sparkle in his eyes before. The only downside to him looking at me was that it made the four people I didn’t know look at me, each of them looking half-pleased in different ways, but pleased nonetheless. A boy with black hair turned to Dante, who was still by the bookcase. “Is that her?” he asked, and uproar of whispers, making me feel weird. Oh great. I thought. What are these people talking about? What do they mean by that? Could they have been the people that have been looking for me? I washed the thought away. It was nearly impossible. Dante sighed. “Quit making a fuss,” he said, and everyone got quiet “Now, as I was saying, you all know what today is, well, everyone except Dahlia, and-” He was interupted again “So it is her! I want to see-” Dante threw a book on the floor, creating a loud slamming sound. “She isn’t her!” he shouted, and there wasn’t a single sound, not even as much as simple breathing was audible, and the whole world seemed still. Because it was still. Nobody moved. Nobody blinked. Nobody was breathing. Nobody except Dante and me. |
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