*****
What’s worse than finding a worm in your
apple?
Having to find a practically invisible
person.
I’m Derek Levy, 15-years-old, first-year at
Seasons Academy, High School. Ever since young, I was perhaps gifted enough to
see spirits in the supernatural world. Sounds kind of cool, yeah?
…Nope. Not cool when you get involved in
their affairs. And finding that invisible person was the first step to solving
their centuries-long argument. Sheesh, can’t they just take a chill pill or
something?
Anyway, about that mysterious ghost-like
person I was looking for… I have a suspicion about Jacklynn Morriet, the girl
who topped her year for THREE consecutive years. Man, even with my decent
grades, hers made mine look like a small fry. The strange thing is, even though
her name is announced every year at the prize-giving ceremony in December, no
one actually remembers her. Well,
sure, the very mention of it could ring a bell in their heads, but the name
would slip out sneakily after a few seconds, and BOOM, who’s Jacklynn Morriet?
I asked my extremely helpful councilor friend,
Shirley Werner, to check the class list for Jacklynn Morriet. (Don’t be fooled
by that name. Shirley’s a guy.) Apparently, Jacklynn’s in Class 1A4. Well,
since it’s after school now, I figured I could find her in her classroom, or at
least hopefully a clue about her location. I headed for the classroom block.
Just before I could take more than five
steps, a familiar coffee-coloured head stepped out of a room right ahead of me,
blocking my path I wanted to take. He was just smiling and waving to someone,
most probably a girl. A smaller than usual guitar bag was slung over him. My
eyes flicked to both sides. No staircases, just windows and walls. “Great,” I
muttered, rolling my eyes as a sting of hate rushed through my spinal cord,
straightening my back in alert.
That
guy. The one always with a smile and an ukulele.
Our eyes met.
I hate him.
His earlier calm, dull green eyes suddenly
lit to a strikingly bright green emerald, my obsidian black eyes paling in
comparison.
“Hmmph…” His smile no longer was friendly.
Now it was just a smug, I’m-looking-down-on-you smile. He brought his finger to
his chin, studying me slowly with an evil glint in his eyes like how he was planning to
torture his enemies.
In case you didn’t know, that guy is Kyle
Hiroman. A normal person, yeah? Wrong! He’s the spirit of the light, Zoran.
Being a spirit, of course he’s immortal! His job is supposed to control the amount
light reaching the Earth so it would be just right, but currently he’s on
punishment—I mean, “vacation”(yeah, right)—for a few hundred years or so in the
mortal world. He decided to take on a human form, and a handsome one at that, after
which he arrived at our school posing as a “transfer student”. In actual fact,
he had fell in love with Linnaea, one of the spirits of the trees surrounding
our campus, and he simply wanted to get closer to her. I’m telling you, that
ploy isn’t working, because I’m close friends with Linnaea and from what I’ve
heard, she didn’t like some random male spirit composing badly-written romance
songs or haikus and singing it in front of her tree.
I was peeved by Kyle’s attitude. I’m always peeved by him, no matter what he
did. Folding my arms, I grumbled, “What do you want?”
“Oh, nothing, really…” he snickered, turning
sideways. “Just want to see you frayed in the scorching heat from sunlight. I
would’ve done that the very second I met you, except that half my power is
confiscated by my darned Lord.”
The earth rumbled, throwing my weight off a
little. I managed to regain my composure. I wonder what was that, though?
“Thanks.” I quickly walked past him, afraid
of being fried into Derek French Fries. I certainly felt a tinge of fear,
definitely not because of Kyle, but because of the earth’s rumble. This was the
first time I heard him mention his boss. Though, I quickly brushed off that
worry.
A horrible start in my after-school leisure
time. My day couldn’t get any worse, right?
I was dead wrong. After going to classroom 1A4, I realized
that getting even a single clue on Jacklynn’s location was like attempting to
win the jackpot. It’s almost nearly impossible. Either her classmates had
totally forgotten her existence, or they simply didn’t know much about her. I
clenched my fists in anger and exasperation before storming out of that place.
She’s the only person to make me this
angry after Kyle.
Then I took a deep breath and told myself to
calm down. I will find her location. Just
you wait…
My eyes, for no reason, darted to the
paintings-filled “bridge” which connected both sides of this classroom block. I
felt a tugging in my guts. Could this lead me to Jacklynn Morriet?
To be continued?
*****
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