Equinox Project

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///That's the song you listen to during the chapter. Note: I don't recommend actually listening to it while reading, though you can if you want. It was too distracting for me. Song went too quickly versus the actual writing. Also note that I read very quickly.

I was scared of dentists and the dark

A beautiful day outside. The sun shined as you walked to your high school, smiling in relaxed confidence.

I was scared of pretty girls, and starting conversations

The green trees swayed in the wind, some already turning yellow and orange, announcing an early fall.

All my friends are turning green

Sounds rush by, cars and people alike. It slowly gets louder as you approach the school, though you weren't able to tell.

You're the magician's assistant in their dreams

Music blasted through your headphones, making you completely oblivious to the outside noise.

Ooh, ooh, ooh

The tall building comes into view, and you smile.

Oooh, oh

You didn't like school by any means, but everything had been going well for you in the past few months.

And they come unstuck

Anxiety lowered significantly, depression under control, advanced studies putting you at the level your brain stood.

Lady, coming down to the riptide

Twelfth grade, here I come.

Taken away to the dark side

Nothing was going to stop you now.

I wanna be your left hand man

I love you, wh-...

You take off your headphones when seeing Max. He waves excitedly, running over, almost tripping over the cracks in the pavement five times and counting.

"Hey dude, what's up?" You chuckle, hugging him.

"I've gotten sent back to Hell for my final year of punishment, so it's going pretty good right now." he answers, laughing.

"Same, dude, same."

The two of you walk inside the large double doors, heading to the cafeteria to get your schedule. Luckily, the ninth graders' opening day is tomorrow, so about a quarter of the students weren't there.

Going to the last line for the grad students, you're met with Ann, one of the student counselors.

"Hello! Names please!"

"Y/n L/n."

"Maxwell Smith."

Shuffling through a stack of papers, she hands you your schedules.

"Here you go! Please go to your homerooms when the bell rings, and then follow the first semester's classes! Have a good day!"

She was always so upbeat and kind, wanting everyone to do their best. She offered an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, never judging anyone walking through the door.

"Thank you. You too."

What a sweetheart.

"So, how was your su-"

Max's sentence is cut short as the bell rings loudly, overshadowing his words.

"Never mind then. Guess I'll see you at..." he glances at your schedule, looking for any classes the two of you might share. "Second period. Bye!"

You wave to him as you head in a different direction. Though you didn't like the school, a lot of the teachers, including your homeroom teacher, were very nice. Yours was a big friendly guy, bald with a large beard, his classroom always a mess since he taught the woodworking courses.

Walking down the hallway, you smile seeing groups of friends reunite, talk, hug.

One person, though, seems a bit out of place. He stands alone, hunched over, not looking anyone in the eye, but still glancing around nervously, obviously looking for someone.

I know the feeling bud.

Having gone through all your high school years with uncontrolled mental problems, you could fully relate to his jittery-ness.

You expect to walk by him without any problem, but he grabs your arm in a firm grip.

"Hey?" you say to him, confused.

"Watch out."

"...What?" you ask, confused.

"They're looking for you. Don't trust the ones you don't know, but especially don't trust the ones you do. Take this."

"So, don't trust anyone? Why should I trust yooooh my god that's a knife."

And indeed, the object pressed in you palm is a steel dagger, about eight inches long. It looks like a traditional medieval dagger, and extremely sharp.

"Use it against them. Good luck, you'll need it."

"Wow! Dude I can't keep this!" you look around wildly, making sure no one can see it. "We're in school! I don't know how to use a knife!"

"You do. Trust your instincts"

"Hey! I-"

Looking up, you see him... not there. He left.

"Shitshitshit."

Didn't even give me a sheathe.

You rummage through your backpack, desperate for anything to smother the blade with. T-shirt! Yes!

It's the mandated school gym t-shirt, which is still sitting in your backpack for some reason. You wrap it around the blade, putting it in your binder. Can't have anyone sneak through your backpack and find it.

Welp. Dunno what that was about. You think to yourself, walking away.

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Trying out something new. I hope you like it.