Sorry its been soo long Ive been really busy with college. and i might not even still be going. damn loans. any way here is chapter 5 hope you enjoy it. and thanks to alana_bitch for the new cover. thanks so much its awesome!

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I was defentally going crazy. Probably due to the lack security I felt and perhaps maybe one too many fantasy books late at night. Either way, something in my head was wrong and it needed to be fixed immediatly.

Too bad I was going to the class least about logic and all about figuritve language and thinking. Ironiclly though it was my best class. When you spend most of your life and time reading, you really learn alot.

I couldn't wait for this class- we would be going over Classical Liturature for the whole first six weeks of school. Six weeks of reading and studing Greek mythology and it's written counterparts! It was going to be awesome!

Everyone else may hate it, but me? I was going to love it.

I walked into the classroom and ghasped.

All around the room were brightly colored posters depecting knights in training and ladies in waiting. I may be a mythology lover but this teacher was defentally a big fan of the Arthurian and Medieval Ages.

Posters of knights at the round table, princessess, blue prints of ancient castles and villages in England, and so many more.

Pratictally the intire space on the white washed walls was covered in posters and pictures so that hardly any of the wall's paint was showing.

I had never met a teacher who obsessed over the Medieval Ages before. Most of my previous teachers prefered the contemporary time or had no posters on their walls at all. I could tell by just that brief bit of time in this classroom that this class was going to be intresting.

'I just hope that there's no seating chart, that would suck.'

That's when I noticed the pale pink sticky notes on the corner of the desk. A seating chart.

Damn. And to think I thought I was going to like this class. Now the teacher has to go and ruin it with arranged seating. That's the thing about teachers, they always have a seating chart. As if we can't choose our seats properly. What are we kindergardners? Please.

And they wonder why we hate class so much. If they would just let us choose our own seats we would be much happier and would pay attention more. Or some would, there is always those select few who always goof off. Maybe I should write an essay detailing the horrors of seating arrangements and the negative side effects they produce. But it probably wouldn't be read. I'm just a kid, who listens to kids?

That's right. No one.

But, it is true, if we sat where we wanted it would make class so much more bearable. And would cut down on the texting. Not that I text in class. Okay yeah I do. A little. Every once in a while.

Anyway, enough of my grumbling. By the time I looked up most of the class was there and moaning at the notes too. About how unfair and cruel this was. Hey see I'm not the only one!

Bong Bong Bong!

Crap, the bell.

We all scambled to quickly find a seat as the last bell rang signaling the start of class just as the teacher walced in. She had very dark black hair and was darky colored, not Middle Eastern, more like Mediterranean, like Greek or Italian or something like that. She was wearing casual slaks and a simple blue dress shirt that wrinkeled down the front, and good sized black high heels.

She was nice looking, the boys were all staring at her in awe practally drooling at her. Stupid boys. But her expression changed up her fingure. It was like she had a pernament scowl or something. Must be the job. Oh well. She walked to the front and put on a smile, fake, I can always tell. Guess why? My mother. And took all of us in, rushing around and fumbling over back packs and desks and smirked.

"So," She started. She had a souther drawll which totally through off her Mediterranean look. "I see you have all noticed the notes on your desks." She finished jesturing to the notes and our dismayed expressions. This was an advanced placement class and we were seniors. For Christ's sake.

"And I just want to point out that it is not a seating chart-"

"YES!" The class cheered. Yes I might have been one of them.

"But, it is still important and you will still have an arranged seating, but you will choose so choose wisely."

The class all jumped up and scrambled around finding the perfect spot by their friends. I stayed in my seat. I had no friends in this class and did not feel like moving. And I kind of suspected that this was a trick and didn't trust the look on the teacher's face at all.

It reminded me of a cat that was trying to hid the fact that it had just eaten the canarry. I never trusted that look.

She just stared at the class in amussment then her gaze met mine and she frouned slightly before she caught herself and grinned a very sly grin and winked at me. Yep I was right, she was up to something.

At least I wasn't apart of it, or so I hoped.

By the time the class had all taken their seats and has stoped moving, I was pretty sure what she had planned. I sat in my seat closest to the door. I like a quick exit expessically when I have certain people in my class. Not naming names. Hint hint.

The teacher, Ms. Petros, walked to the front of the class her heels clicking on the hard tile. All eyes following her. Mostly the boys but a few girls' too. She looked like she was going to begin speaking when suddendly the door opened and in walked a student followed by the principle. A new student apparently. I huffed and looked out the window.

"Sorry to disturb your class Ms. Petros, but we seem to have a new student who just arrived."

"Oh its no problem at all," She dralled. "Why come on in and who are you dear?" She inquired wrapping her arms around the boy drawing him in.

"I'm Derek, Derek Wilson."

I looked up from the window startled. I had heared that voice before, but where?

I tried to remember where. It wasn't like me not to forget voices. This was weird.

"Well it seems that all the other desks are taken so why don't you go sit by Ms. Richardson over there."

Wait, Richardson, that was my last name. She meant me. But how did she know who I was? But a more pressing matter who was this guy? Oh damn!

He came and sat down in the desk next to me. I tried hard to injorn him but he was making it very hard with all the noise he was making. Shuffleing the papers from the office, pushing his chair forward and backwards and squeaking the desk. God had he never seen a desk before? Cause that was how he was acting.

Finally I looked over at him and ghasped.

I reconized the boy now and was shocked to realize who he was.

This was impossible.

Great. Just great.

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so i started a new book its called the hunter and the wolf, its a new idea and i literally thought of it as I was writing. Please go check it out. Thanks.