As Luke’s face rest as he shakes off the bad sense of humor coming from Kal, he shakes his arms trying to get himself loose. “Anytime now” Kal shouts from in the field, both hands cupped around his mouth. “Oh my god, this guy” Luke mutters to himself, he takes a step back looking around the field, “Uh….looking for something there? Sport.” Coach asked with the taste of curiousness drunk on his voice “eh, looking for something like a blunt object?”, “Will a bat work?”, “I mean I don’t really see why it wouldn’t” the coach nods his head before humming, licking his pen, then proceeding to write in his little yellow note pad. The sharp sound of a solid object as it spirals towards them in the air. The coach ducks dodging it instantly, “nice catch” Clovefield yells from the bleachers as Luke stands there he drops the bat as he grabs his wrist “That actually hurt a lot more than I thought it would” rubbing where the pain was coming from. Right below the palm, he picks up the bat giving it a few swings before “Ball” he sounds with one of the other students in the field find a ball bag and tosses it over to him. Inhale….exhale…breathe breath; as the wind leaves his lips, his grip tightens as his eyes focus, “wait”…. “wait”; the steam of the bat begins to freeze over. Soon enough the Ice surrounds the bat, he swings and as the bat and ball make contact the baseball explodes into a cloud causing both Luke and the couch to cough.
“Well….that was quite impressive” the couch says as Luke tosses the bat to the ground with it leaving his hands the Ice immediately dissipates. “Can you change elements?” the couch questions further but his questions only cause for Luke to cross his arms and pull his hoodie up “No, I transfer elemental energy on to objects…I” the bell rings cutting Luke short.
We should ask him to be apart of varsity, “of course you would say that” Frank says to Clovefield, she shrugs him off. Getting up putting on her jacket, it was classic varsity with forest Green sleeves and school colors on two different sides one being red and yellow. “So where you headed off too now?” Frank ask “Well, since we got out early, I though about heading off to art class”, “when did you sign up for art?” his weird facial expression made Clovefield giggle “I thought I’d give it a shot, just cause I can be a hero doesn’t mean I want to be” she says. When Frank looked at her, just the side of her face was enough to say it clearly “So, you hear….Sam’s parents are away?”, Clovefield looked over to Frank in surprise “why, no I didn’t? That means invitations should be out before the day is over with” looking down at the clock on her student ID wrist band. The moment she puts her arm down she receives a notification sound followed by Frank’s wrist alarming as well. “There it is!” Lloyd says as both look down at their wrist a transparent hologram begins to scale up and scroll through the message.
8525 1325 16551519 119 16518 211921112 2085 161185142019 1185 123123,
1915 2211891992025 3114 315135 1522518 2015 16121225. 9:30pm, 1912021184125 191618514 2085
2515184 1144 41514’20 25 121025.
-191131142081
“I hate it when she writes in A1z26 cipher” Frank grunts as he exits out of his direct messages. “It’s classic Izem varsity, it’s the way they’ve always thrown parties”, “yeah well, not Craig”, “oh boo hoo” Clovefield laughs “He graduated, you have to deal with Sam for the next two years” Frank doesn’t find much entertainment out of her sarcasm “Not if I graduate early”, “Pshh, please Frank. In order to do that you would need a higher GPA then me and I set and a comfortable 3.8 soooo…yeah, no” her face turns from relaxed with laughter to worried and concerned over her friends reaction, making a mocking face at him causing him to crack a smile through his serious expression. The distance sound of the bell ringing breaks the moment, “Well last class of the day” Frank says as he exhales deeply “Yup then hell can finally be over” they share a final chuckle before they fist bump and part ways. As frank broke away to a different building on the other side of school, Clovefield headed to the east wing of the school.
As she pushed open the door to the Kingsley hall, the smell of oil and clay in the air mixed with the overwhelming smell of plant life all around the window ceils above. Each class room blaring their own music some indie rock, others hip-hop and some…well no one was sure if it was EDM or just robot noises either way they were expressing themselves and seemed to be the most open group on campus. Taking her seat after she pulls her watercolor painting out of the cabinet, in here she was the teacher’s assistant having the privilege to sit in the very back of the room and just jam out with her headset in was something sweeter than study hall. “Alright sophomores, we got a new stu….” The teachers words go from muffled to mute as she puts her headset in and looks through her playlist settling on Black Moth Super Rainbow.
Leave a comment