The Obsolete by Cama Seeney (essential reading TXT) 📕

little laughing episode. Rolling my eyes I stood back onto the ground. The car pack, it was now absolutely chucking it down. Within seconds I was not only wet but drenched.

 

 

Rolling my eyes I stride across the path, which my account took far too long. In the doorway stood an angry looking Brad, Beth and others I didn't even know. 'Brad darling, I'm not only a pretty face I can look after myself.' I told him loud enough to give the whole crowd of people to leave. Nothing to see. 'She's right. Now leave.' Landon called out, his voice so close behind me made my whole body want to clench. I didn't. Instead I straightened, turned around. 'Are you quite done?' I asked him raising an eyebrow. It's fine, I'm good. I breathed in a slow breath waiting for his answer. 'I will never be done with you.' He mock whispered and leaned down, kissing my cheek - causing not only Beth to hiss. 'But darling’ I am so done with you.' I called out laughing, turning back around I grabbed Brad's arm and walked away.

 

 

My body began to shake, just the whole of it. 'You're okay.' He whispered placing his arm around me. 'He was with Danni, she was stuck in the mud. I got her out and sent her packing - you found her?' I asked concern for the little girl dragged me down. 'She's with my brother, come on this way.' He replied dragging me into the first class room only to find it occupied. 'Sorry.' He called jogging - and pulling me to the next one - finding it empty he pulled me inside. 'Tell me what you remember.' He asked softly.

 

 

'Well, erm. We found her and she was stuck. We got her out and I asked him if she was safe to return, he said they didn't lore her out there, but she stated she heard voices. I asked if his heart beats and he said for now, but he was cool, no goosebumps or anything. Brad he was in a t shirt. His heart was steady but beat faster when I mentioned Calvin. I asked about Beth, he said he was to young to convert her, to what his gang? What is going on here? The jerk even kissed me!' I said appalled at myself for liking it. 'What else did he say?' He asked sounding more than a little concerned. 'That... That I was trapped.' I replied my head sagging forward. I felt sick, I felt faint worse than all though; I felt doomed.

 

 

'We can deal with this V, I promise. I can fix this.' He promised me, stepping forward placing his warm arms around me. Heating me instantly. My head rested over his heart, and the fast thud, thud reassured me. Great one way to check if their creeps is by a slow heartbeat. What kind of drugs... No it's much worse than that.

 

 

'What happened before?' I asked, really though I wanted to ask what's wrong with me. Why couldn't I remember. What had I done that was so awful. What had they done to me, to us. 'Calm down.' He whispered into the top of my head, my heart raced, my breath was sparse. Something was wrong, panic attack? Was I prone to them? Is this what they feel like?

 

 

'Shh you're okay.' He informed me, like I really was. I almost believed him. Instead I laughed, 'was I ever okay?' I asked sounding calmer. 'Maybe, can I check your brain?' he asked already looking through my hair. 'What..?' I half asked. 'Nope.' He informed me. 'Huh?' He made a tutting sound and lifted my chin up, I looked into his calm eyes. 'You were never okay.' I snorted and pulled back muttering idiot. 'Come on we have gym.' He told me smiling a small private smile. 'Welcome to World war three.' He muttered almost to himself, grabbing a Physical E.d kit from my locker - they were basketball shorts and a baggy t shirt. I'm pretty sure they were his. 'They'll be massive on me.' I half complained but secretly I was thinking at least I had my own trainers.

 

 

'Let's do it.' He ordered with a devilish grin, something in me knew I was going to regret this. We walked right from where what appeared to be the cafeteria. Down the hall from there was two entrances, on the left wall was a guy's bathroom and straightforward was the girls changing room. 'On the other side next to the stairs is the guys.' He told me nodding at the toilets. I smiled and opened one of the off white, peeling painted doors. They were old like those with the weird glass that looked like the maths paper with all the little boxes on it. Walking through left three possible entrances, straight forward - which was where most of the noise was coming from, left and up the stairs which seemed to almost go back on themselves and to the right, which must lead to the gym itself.

 

 

Sighing I walked into the changing room, girls stopped unchanging and stared. Let me tell you, when you walk into a room and everyone is half unchanged and staring at you. Yeah a little weird. 'I come in pieces?' I squeaked out throwing my things down on the closest bench. Kicking off my shoes I quickly pulled up my ankle socks, girls gasped at the skull and crossbones tattooed there. Well they're gonna be shocked about the one on my back. I thought drily. I quickly pulled off my jeans and pulled on the shorts. They came down to my knees, and the black stood out against my pale legs. The number 21 written in white. His shirt had no arms and showed off my sports bra - I was down with that. Girls shot me sneers and looks I didn't want to recognise. Yhea Brad could be seen as hot but I'm not here to freaking date. Sighing I shoved my feet back into my shoes and shoved my short hair behind my ears.

 

 

I left without a word, throwing all my clothes on the bench and glaring at those still staring at me. I walked back out of the door and into the gym room itself. It was scuffed and banged around. The floor was clean and didn't stink of B.O which was nice. The walls were covered with gymnastic climbing frames, basketball hoops and doors that would cave in if more than one person came too close to them. Some guys were already jogging laps. Devon looking angrily at the ground among them. I shrugged to myself and jogged behind them.

 

 

I was half a lap behind them and that was fine by me. I didn't need any more people looking at me with a microscope. Brad and his stupid smile was enough for me. Talking of brad where was he? I felt that creepy being watched feeling and then Landon came in through the entrance on the other side. The side I was running towards. 'Fuck.' I muttered and sped up. Could I get past? No he turned towards me and grinned. Bastard. Clear your expression. Count your heartbeats or something. Erm, no it's fine.

 

 

He watched me like an animal, leaning on the wall waiting for me to pass him. Fine, I can do this. As soon as I was in the five feet vicinity I sprinted, faster than I had in ages. Every single part of my body wanted away from him. I past him in a blur, hearing him cuss almost made me lose my footing. Instead I just caught up to the guys running ahead and as soon as I passed their suprised expressions I slowed a little. Unsure whether anyone would approach me again.

 

And then someone did. 'You smell like wet dog, its most repulsing.' Beth, I ignored her whisper. The way her breath seemed to move the breath on the back of my neck. The way my stomach clenched. My fingers crawled into fists. 'You also smell like Landon, its most confusing. Which side will you choose?' She sang in her sweet high voice. How was I ever friends with her, she was creepy? Okay that was a little mean. I sighed and looked down at my feet. I rolled my shoulders and sped up, could I lose her? Answer no. I am kinda in doors, there are such things as cutting corners. Instead I stopped, with shouts of complaint the runners behind me bustled past. I crept backwards whilst she was pushed forwards. Finding myself in the middle of a group of strangers wasnt idea but preferable. I ran in step with the rest of those running around me, to worried I would be spotted if I missed a stride. Spotting Brad smiling across the room gave me an idea, I slowed down, still not breaking the synchronized run.

 

 

When I reached the back I broke and waited until brad spotted me, sighing with relief and grinned back at him. 'You really don't like her do you?' He asked laughing, she was still being shoved forward with such a look of outrage on her face. I bent over and cracked up. I couldn't help it her expression was so funny. 'So do they normally run like that? Like Idiosyncrasy?' I asked confused. 'Idio what now? Doesn't that mean something odd or weird and don't you eat it?' He asked confused. 'It has three meanings actually 'A structural or behavioral trait peculiar to an individual or group. A physiological or temperamental peculiarity. An unusual individual reaction to food or a drug.' So basically something like them running in sync thats weird.' I informed him before quoting the dictionary. 'Page number, line?' He asked snorting at me. I stuck my tongue out and ran to the gym teacher standing in the middle of the room.

 

 

Gym time, aces. Just what I wanted, I looked at the sweating gym teacher standing ahead of us. I could visibly see him sweating from where I stood ten feet away. The upper lip was lined with little drops of it. I swallowed back the bile building in the back of my throat. If I was about to teach some of the guys that stood next to me, I would be sweating too.   This guy must have been five foot five if that. Those who surrounded us were on the upper side of six foot. Muscle busting where brains were lacking, well even I had to admit that was a little mean. Nevertheless, the guys jostling each other looked like meat heads. With their three quarter length shorts and ‘wife beater’ style tank tops.

 

 

 Stained or that awful off white colour, then there was the ‘pale ones’, the ones who were cold like the guy I do not mention. The ones with the odd coloured eyes. Then the occasional warm and too moody types like Brad and Devon. I wondered what was going on here, why the people were clothed so differently. The ones like the guy I didn't mention weren't grouped together, no their expensive clothed selves were found all around the room chatting or laughing with or at individuals. Brad and Deven stuck to people similarly dressed like themselves, they weren't dressed with stupidly expensive brands, nor were they dressed in tescos best.   

 

They looked normal, like they should fit in. Grouped in the middle the stood out. A smaller group stood to the side, the ones who appeared quiet or dressed I supposed down in comparison. And fair play to them, this was freaking gym not the summer ball. I snorted and walked over to the smaller group. The coach was still talking to individuals and sweating, well like a pig I suppose.

 

  ‘Do you think I fit?’ I asked a guy who hung back from the smaller group, I pointed down at my attire and watched as he snorted. ‘Barely.’ He replied with a