FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 08 (Another Slight Edit)

And for the briefest of moments it felt real, recalling the music her brother would play and how they were always together. Then the sound of a cat meowing drew Charla out of her memories. Opening her eyes she saw a black cat with an orange gold eye and one scared eye looking at her and meowing at her while pawing at Charla's leg.

Charla removed her headphones and rested them on her neck before extending her hand to the black cat. "You must be Shadow; I've heard you're pretty famous around here at the school." The cat rubbed against her hand and purred loudly. "Guess I can see why."

The black cat, though seemed to be a stray, seemed strong and fit and other then it's scared eye it looked healthy with it sleek black short hair coat and orange gold eye that seemed to gleam strongly with life. It then crawled on her lap and began pawing her chest as it meowed at her wanting something from her.

"Sorry, I don't have any food to give you." she told the cat as it then merely sat in her lap now looking up at her as she continued to pet it. "At times like this it makes me wish we had a cat like you but my Mom was allergic to any kind of pet so we never had any. But I think if Carlin was here he'd like you too..."

The cat's head then turned, eye going wide as its ears twitched before it jumped off her lap and ran off into the direction of the bushes.

"Goodbye then," Charla said as she remained where she was then looked back up at the tree, the leaves with its slow sign of changing its color for the fall. She tilted her head back and looked at the leaves with the music still playing from her headphones.

She inhaled deeply at the autumn wind it made Charla wish that this season would never end, but it would and then that day would follow, the one day that she never wanted to remember. thinking on it now it made her wonder why the change in seasons always made her think of that day, even though it was something she desperately wanted gone from her mind.

I guess the seasons change the same regardless where you move too... Charla thought as she heard the sound of footsteps but paid no heed until a voice came next. She looked to see a young man wearing the same uniform as she was. She had black hair that was slightly wavy and light brown looking eyes framed behind a pair of red rimmed glasses, what's more he looked to be a bit taller then Alex. For some reason or another she felt like she had seen this person before.

"What are you listening too?" the young man asked as the song was still faintly playing through her headphones.

"Huh?"

"The song," he repeated. "I was wondering what you were listening too."

"Oh it's a classical piece, J.S. Bach's Gavottes first and second. Have you heard of it?"

He nodded. "Yes, though not many students here listen to classical music, they're more in modern music."

"Hmmm." Was her only response as she grasped one of the headphones as her thumb

"How's your head?" he asked suddenly, with a slight tilt of his head as if trying to look at the back of her skull.

"What?" she asked slightly confused, why was he asking her that?

"Yesterday in the hallway you blacked out suddenly. I left a note in your bag; did you get it by chance?"

"So you're the one who left that note, I wondered about that. Um, yes I'm fine; I mean my head is fine it's nothing you should worry over."

"If you say so," he said softly then added. "Charla Liebert right, you moved here recently and you're now living with your uncle the detective that goes by the same last name."

"Yes..." Charla said with a slight frown. "I guess it shouldn't surprise me that everyone knows who I am."

"Actually I know about you through my brother, he works with your uncle at the Police Department in this town. He mentioned to me that you'd be here at this school, though if you don't mind me saying you and your uncle don't look that much alike."

Charla shrugged. "Not the first time I've heard that, my Dad always says he gets comments like that because my uncle doesn't look that similar to him." she paused and looked at him with a slight frown.

"Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No it's nothing, um, what's your name?"

"Mordecai Winchester, I'm a third year at this school."

So he's a year older than me. Yet for some reason or another she felt like she had heard the name before but for the life of her Charla couldn't remember where. "It's nice to meet you properly this time."

"Same," the bell rang then drawing both of their attention. "We should probably head to class; best before any teachers start yelling don't you think so?"

Charla remembered her new teacher and began to worry a bit for her safety. "Right..." as she got up though she couldn't help but feel like she had met Mordecai, or at least his name seemed familiar. But at the moment she couldn't really place as to why.

Mordecai glanced back to Charla and recalling a person wearing a hoodie staring out at the black ocean before he made his way to his own classroom, who he had seen that night was not someone from this town, but the fact that Charla didn't seem to recognize him was just a bit surprising but then again, after the loss of her brother there was probably a number of things that Charla choose to forget within reason...