Her Name is Autumn (On Hold)

Chapter Six

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"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the biggest fool of them all? Is it the girl who can't stop crying, or maybe the girl who kept on trying?"

-Unknown

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Her Name is Autumn - Chapter Six

  I don't think I'd ever been so bored of a mission so early. It was currently lunch and I couldn't think of a single helpful thing to do. So, as I couldn't muster up an unhelpful plan either, I wandered the school grounds.

   There were quite a few people outside, even though the weather made it difficult to wear anything other than jeans and a long sleeved top. I passed a number of students smoking by the back school fence, students laughing by the Quad, sports practices, groups of friends, loners, yet I still couldn't find anyone that might be able to help me find this cousin. Or anyone whom I could use to infiltrate the gang.

   Getting bored of just walking, I sat down behind the drama block. I slid down the wall and rested my head in my knees, which were folded up against my chest. 

   "Who are you?" A small voice from my left asked.

    I looked up to see a slightly over-weight teenaged boy seated right next to me, munching on his lunch.  

   "Well?" 

   "I'm new. The name's Brooklyn. What's yours?" 

   "Jence. Why are you sitting here?" 

   "Because I could see anywhere else to sit. Though, I'm sorry. Don't you want me to sit here?" Jence seemed nice enough, but I hated getting in people's way unless it was necessary. 

   "No, it's fine. It's just, no one really sits with me." He glanced down, shielding his bright blue eyes from my view. Jence's light brown hair fell on his forehead.

   "Oh. Yeah, well I can sit with you more often if you'd like?" I felt a little bad for the guy. Here he was, sitting alone behind the drama block, eating his lunch without any company. 

   His face brightened, "Really?"

   "Sure." I smiled at him, and watched as he smiled back, his rounded cheeks lifting.

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   I kind of feel like I've lost all motivation. I don't want to research for this cousin. I didn't want to immerse myself in the social circles at this school. I didn't want to watch social interactions. I didn't want to find out who was apart of Datura. I didn't want to do a damn thing.

   It sucked.

   All I wanted to actually do was go home and read The Hitchhicker's Guide again. Then maybe sleep, watch a couple episodes of a random programme. Pretend that I'm a normal teenager for once. Pretend that I don't have a huge weight pressed down on my shoulders.

   For once, I wanted to forget. I wished I could be able to maintain friendships and have sleepovers. Maybe have someone to do a makeover with. Or whatever normal girls did these days.

   Sure, I had friends, but they were more like brothers. They didn't even know much about me. They know my favorite song and colour, they know that I get pissed off at people who can sing, because I can't hold a note to save my life. They don't know anything about my past.

   Maybe it's my fault. I know all about them. I know that Harvey and Tane's parents were killed on a mission, their jobs were passed on to the twins. I know that Lance's ex-girlfriend killed his sister. I know all their tragic stories.

   Maybe I just push everyone away. 

   I was waiting by the car at the end of the day, dwelling on my story of woe. Harvs was taking a lifetime to get out of class. Knowing how well he adjusted to everything, he was probably inviting a bunch of people around to our house. 

   I really hoped not though. Right now was the worst moment for social interaction. I was a self-pitying mess.

   "Brook! Do you mind giving Noah a lift too? He's coming over for a couple hours." Harvey asked, slinging a friendly arm over my shoulder.

   I jumped at their abrupt arrival, as I had been completely zoned out. Before I had realised it was Harvey talking, my hand snapped to my waist, where a gun was strapped under a baggy white t-shirt. On top of the top, I had an open check top, so the gun was safely out of view.

   "Uh, yup. Sure. Are you driving, or are you going to let me behind the wheel?" I teased.

   "I'm letting my life, nor the life of my friend be put in danger. I'm driving." He said, snatching the keys from my hand.

   "What? Not fair!" I protested.

   "Are you a bad driver or something?" Noah asked. 

   "On the contrary. She's amazing- just reckless is all." Harvey replied, opening the driver's door. Noah and I followed suit and entered the car.

   "I'm not sure if I should say thank you or not. . ." I trailed off at the back-handed compliment.

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A/N:

I am so sorry it took this long! I feel really, really bad. So, again, sorry. And it's insanely short. I don't even know what to write. :'( Because this is far too short to be a chapter really, think of it as a teaser. It's the weekend, so I should be able to get a reasonable sized chapter up by Monday :3

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. 

It took me forever to write.

Sorry.

-Mia x