Chapter 2: Thealle 2
A woman walked inside the room stiffly “You done yet?” the woman said; her voice was cold now unlike when she had been speaking with the dark figure from earlier.
“What do you want?” the soft voice of a young woman said. She was in the room laying on the bed and just staring at the ceiling blankly.
“I told the Commander I’ll make you do your job, and I don’t plan on screwing that up” said the cold woman.
“How nice of you …” she said it tiredly and quite frankly she didn’t care what the hell her superior officer wanted.
“Don’t be a smart ass with me, because all it’ll do is get that ass of yours on a stick and I’ll make you eat it”
“Some mind you have” the young woman said blankly, she got up from her bed and looked at the cold woman. “Sometimes I just wonder why I had to be stuck with you”
“Humph”
The young woman took her eye glasses from her night table and slid them on, then she looked up again as she stood up.
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Personal Diary Entry:
Name: Thealle, Rogan
Sex: Female
Age: 12
Student No#: 3423
Hey again,
I guess I just don’t have anything
better to do, math class is boring… that teacher freaks me out. Come to think
of it, I don’t even think the guy’s human, like look at him! He has that same face
everyday and he never changes! And why the heck does he stare at me like that?
*sigh* I guess I just don’t understand teachers well enough. Like I mean, Ms.
Bright’s a good teacher, she’s nice caring, unlike the sore hard butt of my
math class.
I wonder what Dylan’s up to now, and
if he ever got into this journal writing thing, he seems to dislike the idea.
But I don’t blame him; him being the self-cautious, anti-social most of the
time. But he’s different. And I respect that, and he’s my brother, so I guess I
have to :-P.
But… about what he said about what
he saw last night, I can’t help but get freaked out at the idea, I’ve made fun
of him for seeing those things, but I mean … now I’ve seen it all.
Entry End 3:05:57 AM
Rogan sighed and clicked off her
arm computer, before finally looking up at the board to her math class… and
that teacher of hers.
Rogan just stared blankly at the board. After waking up so early, Math class really wasn’t something she needed right now.
Her teacher in the class had been Mr. Jouskin, a very mean teacher by everyone’s standards. He was a tall man, with a stiff face that always freaked Rogan out just by looking at him as she already mentioned quite clearly, and a mean glint in his eye that made her shiver at the same time. But as she knew it the teachers of her military school were never paid to be nice.
“Miss Thealle,” Mr. Jouskin shouted across the room with the cold distaste that flattened her senses completely “Are you listening?”
Rogan just blinked dumbfounded and yes she wasn’t listening at all, her mind was trained on something else, somewhere else.
“Yessir,” Rogan tried to sound calm but she was shivering inside, she truly didn’t like the way Mr. Jouskin looked at her and it made her quail inside.
The entire class had their eyes on her now; her having all the attention now.
Mr. Jouskin leaned one leg and crossed his arms and called in the same stiff voice, “You like your sleeping to me”
“Sorry sir…,” Rogan calmly but not very loudly.
“I didn’t hear you”
“Sorry sir”
“…Better” Mr. Jouskin made cold glare again at her and turned around back at his lesson.
Rogan shuddered lightly as she felt a small poke at her shoulder and at the same time everyone in the class had turned back to the lesson.
“Are you okay?” said a soft feminine and familiar voice, Rogan knew the person, one of her class friends. Weira Thompson.
Rogan turned her head slightly to her friend in the desk behind her. She could see Weira a little bit. Weira’s dark green-eyes, light brown hair and her soft kindly face.
“You look tired like you haven’t slept in ages” said Weira quietly to avoid the teacher hearing them.
“I’m fine… really”
“Just look at yourself”
She did, Rogan looked into the window looking outside at the tall buildings, seeing her reflection in the window. Rogan did look pretty tired, her eyes had light bags under them and her straw-berry red hair wasn’t that straight it was messed a little, but not too noticeable unless you were really close up.
“Eek…” Rogan blinked.
“See?”
“Yeah…”
Rogan rubbed her eyes to try and wake herself up more, and then the bell rang.
She blinked and got up from her seat like everyone else, to get to the next class. Rogan packed her books into her knapsack and turned around to Weira waiting for her already.
“Are you okay now?” asked Weira.
“Don’t worry about me,” Rogan worked up a smile as much as she could “Remind me never to wake up so early to look at strange flying lights.”
“What?”
“Never mind” Rogan giggled and headed out of the classroom with Weira following close behind her.
“You mean what Dylan was talking about a while back and we never believed him?” Weira continued straightening her books in her arms.
Rogan cringed a little and nodded slowly “Yeah… to tell you the truth, I did see something, past right by my window too, and scared the half-wits outta me.”
“Oh, so this is what’s bothering you” Weira tilted her head as they walked through the large military school. The place was built like a monument, and windows stood almost on ever crevice, so mainly so you don’t get lost in it.
There weren’t many kids in the halls, just a handful since everyone took their own path to their next class, never really bothering about being late, since you got there about the same time, whatever way you went.
“Yeah… I’m actually starting to believe him, Weira” Rogan said.
“Well show me sometime” Weira giggled.
“Okay I will” Rogan stoke her tongue out.
Weira packed the books she was carrying, into her pack and swung it over her shoulder. Then she opened up her arm computer and started to work on it, while she walked.
“Any mail?” Rogan said glancing backward.
“I’m not looking for that, I’m typing into my diary,” She said absently.
“Ah…” Rogan
stared out the window as they walked as Weira typed behind her.
