Chapter 5 (Edited)

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"You're late," Ms. Brooks said, as I barged into the classroom. I made a little bit more noise, than I would normally had done. I bit back a smirk as I saw her frown, wondering why I was making so much noise.

I frowned a little when that I saw Raphael and the guest speaker were still in the room. "Ummmm, sorry for being late after figuring out that you lied to me," I replied, getting down to business. I placed my books on a desk, and I dropped my bag onto the floor, with it landing with a soft thud. "Now, I would like some answers." I folded my arms across my chest, staring at Ms. Brooks. I was annoyed and hurt that she had been lying to me. However, I knew that there had to be a reason why. So, I was going to let her explain now.

Ms. Brooks scoffed a little, but I could see a small bit of uncertainty in her eyes, as she glanced at Mr. Matthews. "What all... have you heard?" she asked, softly.

"Enough to know that Math isn't my big issue," I replied. "Isn't it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Silence was all I got and that was a great answer, which didn't help that I was all ready pissed at Ms. Brooks, from hiding something like she was actually supposed to be a nice person to me. "Isn't it? I mean, I got this phase of making frostys everywhere and maybe when I get angry freezing people or things. Care to explain, how the hell an 18 year old can do that and not get dates to anything?!"

"So you were the one that dropped the book on the ground," Raphael said, looking at me.

I flung my hands in the air, sarcastically. "And there's a point for Sherlock," I said, letting the sarcasm drip out of my voice. "Now, can you please answer my questions, before I-I freeze one of you?" I seriously highly doubt that I could freeze them,  but hey, it's worth a shot.

Ms. Brooks glanced at Mr. Matthews. He shook his head. "You're her Watcher, so you tell her," he said.

"Wait, what do you mean by Watcher? Why are there Watchers? What's going on here? And why don't I remember anything from my past?" I was getting more and more confused with every passing minute. I was, also, hurt, because it looked like people knew about my past, and they didn't even tell me.

"Eir-" Ms. Brooks began, slowly.

"Don't, Eira me. I don't care if this would cause me to be in danger or anything else," I snapped. "What the hell is going on and why am I apart of it?" I flung a hand in the air, dismissing the whole thing. "You know what, I don't care anymore. I'm leaving." With that, I stormed out of the room, ignoring Ms. Brooks feeble attempts to call me back in.

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I closed my eyes, from where I was sitting on a rail above the theatre in my school. Unlike other schools, where people come for sports such as Football and Soccer, most people come to see our shows.

So, we got a full theatre, with two sections filled with seating. The good thing was, we lived on the wealthy side of town, so we get all these fancy things.

I didn't open my eyes, but I could feel someone climb up the ladder and walk on the catwalk, where I was sitting on. I didn't mind heights, loving to be high, so I could see anything and everything. I was too far high to be seen, and that's what I liked about it. However, I don't really like flying at all. I'm sure that has to do with my past, or it's close to it.

"I should've known you would be up here," someone, Ms. Brooks, said. "Up where you can see everything and not be seen."

"It's a good place," I replied, coldly. "Why are you up here, anyways?" I turned my head a little, glancing at the other female, before letting my head go back into it's place.

"Well, to answer your questions, of course," she replied. She sighed a little when I stayed silent. "You're not from here, this world," she said, softly.

"Gee, does that mean I'm from Mars?" I asked, sarcastically.

I could've sworn that I heard her chuckle, but she never chuckled at the puns I've made before. So, why would she start now? Oh right, she was somehow my "Watcher".

"Not from Mars," she replied. "You are from Earth, but not New Earth." There was a deep sadness in her voice that made me look at her. Somehow, I didn't see that mean, old teacher anymore, but an actual human being.

"Where am I from, then?" I asked. I frowned a little, an image of a snowy ground appearing in my mind. "All I can remember is snow and that the snow only defrosted for two months so that we can get... food planted and harvested?"

"Angesia," Ms. Brooks replied. "The Ice World, but two months of no snow or ice so we could get food and survive." She looked at me. "I grew up there like you did, before I became called to be a Watcher."

"How does that happen?" I asked, curious about this new female, that I was getting to know. "And can I be a Watcher?"

There was a flicker of sadness in her eyes, before it disappeared into something that wasn't sadness. "No, you can't be a Watcher," she said. "The Watchers are formed-" She lifted her head, her whole body, tensing.

"Ms. Brooks?" I asked, getting slightly restless. No answer. "Laura? What is it?" I asked, trying a different approach.

She looked at me, her blue eyes, having this crazed look, making her look like an insane lady. "Run," she said, not answering my question. "Don't ask any questions but run, as if your life depends on it."

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