Supernatural Studies part 9

Hey guys! It's Mockingbird here with part 9 of Supernatural Studies! Hurrah! Sorry it took so long, I just had really bad writer's block. It probably won't happen in the near future.

Anyway, so this chapter is a little boring and I apologize for that. There isn't that much to say now, but please comment and rate! I love feedback as you all know. Enjoy my darlings! (I know I'm weird, I just call everyone that)

Created by: Mockingbird
  1. I got up from the piano. "I'm sorry sir, but the cafe is clos-" I said coming face-to-face with Xander. "Oh it's you," I said going to the counter and getting my things. "Yep, it's me," he said sitting down in a chair, "You sound pleased that I'm here." I rolled my eyes. "You wish," I retorted, "Why are you here, anyway?" Xander pretended to look hurt. "Why, I'm a customer, am I not allowed to come in and purchase a latte if I so please?" I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, my sister is evil and she left her bag here, and she doesn't want anyone to take it, so she forced me to come and get it," he admitted. I looked around and saw that Gwen had left her bag behind the counter. I picked it up and flung the bag at him, which hit him in the stomach. Xander groaned, "What are you trying to kill me?" he asked. "You're lucky, I was aiming for your head," I said with a chuckle. He stood there. "Well, are you going to go?" I asked. "Aren't you?" he asked. "Yes, but I have to make sure there aren't people in the cafe before I lock up," I said. "True," he said. I waited some more. Xander was still standing there. "Go! Get out! Depart!" I said, pushing him out the door. I didn't move him very far though. Too much of a weakling. "You know what you are?" I said. "Gorgeous? Charming? Captivating? Attractive?" he rattled off. I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I was going to say fat," I said with a small smile. "So you don't find me any of the previously said adjectives?" he asked. "I never said I didn't," I said. Xander smiled. Crap, shouldn't have said that.
  2. "So you do, then?" he asked as I shoved him the rest of the way out and locked the door behind me. "Well?" I scowled. "I think you're good-looking, but I don't think you're attractive," I said as we walked to the bus stop. Xander frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. "Maybe if you're a good boy I'll tell you someday," I said, pausing to ruffle his hair, which clearly nettled him. The bus pulled up at eight thirty and we got on. "Good evening Hummus," I said on the way to the back of the bus. "Going home after a hard day's work?" Hummus asked casually. "Yup, and unfortunately, this creep is accompanying me home," I replied, gesturing to Xander, who scowled. I sat down and Hummus started driving towards Forest Richmond. "So, do you know what Skills you have yet?" Xander asked. I elbowed him and pointed towards Hummus. Xander laughed, "Oh, Hummus knows all about it, don't ya?" Hummus nodded and chuckled. "Well you can never be too sure," I said. Xander rolled his eyes, "You're starting to sound lie Shocky," he said. I furrowed my brow. "Shocky?" I queried. "Jimmy, Vincent's roommate," he explained, "His last name is Shock, so I we call him Shocky." "And what do they call you? comemingsy?" I asked. Xander smirked. "Cute," he said. "I know I am," I replied with a toss of my hair. The bus stopped and we got off. "Well, see ya around," I said walking away. "You never answered my question!" Xander said, following me. What a creeper, lol. "Do I have to?" I asked. I was mostly trying to annoy him, but I felt kind of lame that I didn't even have a trace of Skills. "Yes, you do," he said.
  3. I sighed. "I don't think I do," I said, once we had gotten to Ivory. I punched in the code to the dorm. "And why's that?" he asked. "Because," I said, opening the door, "you don't have the code to Ivory." Before he could do anything I got in and shut the door. "Really?" I could hear him say through the glass. I nodded and laughed at him. "Just go back to Ash," I said. "What is wrong with you?" he asked. "We don't have enough time to go over that," I said, "Goodnight." "Of course, you realize, this means war," Xander said with an evil smile. I frowned. "Thanks Bugs Bunny, but wat do you mean by war?" I said. "You'll find out, just don't forget," he said, "I'll get you my pretty, and your little cat, too! Ahahahahahahaha!" He cackled and walked into the distance. I stood there puzzling over what that was supposed to mean. Well that was weird. I walked to Miranda's room and pounded on the door. "Miranda!" I whined, "Open the door!!!" I heard the shuffling of feet and Miranda opened the door. "What's your problem?" she asked as she let me in. "We don't have enough time to go over that," I said, "Oh and thanks for the candy/blanket/shampoo/whatever else I forgot." "No problem, by the way, thanks for slapping Eve for me," Miranda said with an evil smile. "My pleasure," I replied with an eviller smile. "So, what's up," she asked. "Nothing much, I had work, then I met up with the pain-in-the-neck," I said. Miranda smiled. "Yeah, I heard," she said. I frowned. "How? I just locked him out like, three minutes ago," I said. "You aren't the only student that goes to town, the gossip queens are there and they have cell phones. Plus, you were with Xander, the most crushed on guy ever. And you also were hiding in a closet together a few days ago," Miranda explained, "Wait, you locked him out?" I chuckled. "Yeah." I explained what happened.
  4. "Sounds like you've gotten yourself into a prank war," Miranda said once I had finished. "Ha," I said, "He's going down like....uh....crap, I can't think of a metaphor....Well, you get the point." I checked my phone for the time. Nine twenty. "Well, tomorrow we have school, and I'm lame, so I'm going to bed," Miranda said after laying down on her bed. "You are lame, even I go to bed later than you," I said. Miranda stuck her tongue out at me. "Fine, I'll leave, it's probably good that I'm leaving so you want get in trouble for spending time with the freak," I said, opening the door and getting my things. "Bye," Miranda called as I walked down the hall. "Bye!" I ran up the stairs and into my room where I heard Twix pawing at the door impatiently. I opened the door and saw my beloved cat, who was glaring at me. "What?" I asked as I went to get some water out of my mini fridge. Twix meowed reproachfully. What was wrong with her? "Well I don't know what your problem is, but I have some things to think about," I said. Tomorrow would be classes again, and the last school day I had didn't go too well. I changed into a tank top and some sweats for bed. I know I'll be cold in the morning, but I felt lazy. I sat on my bed and rifled through my satchel. The Magician's Nephew, no, the key to Churros, no, a pen, no, gum, no, ah, my book. I opened the book and looked at the first page. 'I hope you know that wasn't me, I'm not evil. Please be a little more careful from now on, I don't want to see you get hurt,' it read. Well, at least it wasn't being AS creepy.
  5. I took out a pen, and wrote, 'What are you?' on its pure white pages. The ink vanished as soon as I finished the sentence. 'People prefer not to be referred to as things,' it answered. I chuckled. 'Sorry, I wasn't sure if you were a person or not, who are you?' I scribbled down. 'You don't know, I figured this would happen. Well, I'm unable to tell you, but I can give you a hint, if you like," it answered again. 'Sure, hint away,' I wrote. 'You know me,' it read. Who the heck was it? 'Are you using your Skill to prank me?' I scribbled. No response. I closed the book. I tossed the book onto the ground and turned off my lamp. Twix snuggled beside me and I slowly drifted off to sleep. My dream was filled with giant talking books and Twix meowing at me. I woke up at six thirty with someone in my head shouting, "It's time to get up, kid!" Coach Walters. I put on a t-shirt and sweatshirt. I put some food into Twix's bowl, jammed on some shoes and ran down the stairs. Coach was waiting on the stairs. "Bad timing, you took longer this time than last time," she said disapprovingly. "That may be because last time it was nine and now it's six thirty," I said yawning. "Well, you better get used to getting up early, because I'm your trainer until I see you fit for testing. I was actually thinking about getting up at four thirty, but since today is your first day of training early, I decided to let you sleep in a little. Alright, let's stretch," she said. We stretched for a bit and then we got up and went to the bus stop. "How is this helping my physical Skills, exactly?" I asked. "We're going to town to do some exercises, which you'll have to wait to see what they are," she said seeing my expression, "And I want to get a coffee from Churros, they open at seven right?" I nodded. "Good," she said.
  6. Fifteen minutes later Hummus pulled up the bus and got on. "Good morning Michelle," Hummus said. Michelle? Oh, Coach Walters. "Morning, O'Reilly," she replied. "Alright _______, once the bus stops, you run into Churros as fast as you can, grab a coffee, entirely black, and rush back out without spilling the coffee. I'll time you," Coach said. I grinned, Coach Walters was crazy. The bus started slowing down and I stood up. "On your mark. Get set. GO!" Coach Walters shouted. I ran off the bus and went up to the counter in Churros, the wind making my hair stand up. "Can I have a cup of black coffee," I said quickly, "And a hot chocolate." Katelyn chuckled and poured some coffee and hot chocolate. "Thanks!" I called on the way out. "Fifty-seven seconds," Coach Walters said once I found her, she had decided to walk to a picnic table. I handed her the cup of coffee and she took a sip. "Ah, that's refreshing," she said, "Alright, so , like I said earlier, I had something in particular I wanted you to do in town besides getting me coffee." I raised my eyebrows and sat down next to her. "And that is?" I inquired. She took another sip of coffee. Gosh, this woman was annoying. "People Skills," she replied. I frowned, People Skills? "They're more important than you think. Very valuable to have as Skills, there may be people who are likable, and are good at dealing with people, but very few that have the Skill for it," Coach Walters explained. "Well, how am I supposed to find out if I have that Skill? I'm pretty sure I don't, but it would be good to rule it out," I said, thinking over it. How did that even count as a Skill? I thought Skills were supposed to be all supernatural and stuff.
  7. "I'm going to make you interact with people in town, from strangers to students that come here after school, and I don't want to hear a single complaint, got it?" Coach Walters said, not even looking at me. I started to protest but she cut me off, "Not a word. Now, you see that old man over there?" She pointed at an old man who looked like he would like to rid the world of all teenagers and kids. I nodded uncertainly, who knows what I was getting myself into? "Go over there, and strike up conversation, get him to like you," Coach Walters said. "What? NO!" I said. "Yes," she said with a look that said, 'Do what I say or it will be worse'. I sighed with defeat and walked over to the old man. He grumbled and muttered something as I sat down next to him. I tried to think of something to say or do. I was going to fail this test, I already knew it. I took a full examination of the old man, but made it quick so he wouldn't think I was creepy. He seemed to be pretty well dressed, he had nice shoes, his hair was slicked back, and, oh my gosh, I'd seen that watch before. "That's a really nice watch," I said before thinking. Crap. Now he probably thought I was some annoying kid who likes shiny things. "Thank you," he grumbled. "My dad has one that looks just like that, it belonged to my grandfather," I continued. I was going to get this guy to appreciate my existence. "And I appreciate that you don't wear socks with sandals like many tacky people do," I said, hoping he'd crack a smile. I heard him chuckle. Score! "Shouldn't you be in school?" he asked, but not in a condescending way, in a somewhat teasing way. "I have off today," I answered, "Why, shouldn't you be at work? Surely, you can't have such nice things without working."
  8. "I'm retired, but I used to be a lawyer," he said, "And actually, I came into town today because it's my birthday." I smiled again, "Happy birthday!" "Thanks," he said, "I haven't seen you here before I don't think, do you go to the boarding school a few minutes from here?" I nodded, "Forest Richmond." "Are you new there?" he asked. "Yes, I was home schooled before, but my parents decided it would be a good thing to send me to boarding school so I could get a taste of 'real life'," I said, almost angrily. Thinking about it made me feel bad, it seemed like maybe my parents didn't want me around. Forest Richmond's first break was Thanksgiving. Then not again until Christmas. Then not again until Easter. Then not until Summer. "Oh, it must be hard to be going through such a drastic change. Well, I'll tell you what, it's my birthday, so we can go to Churros and maybe that will cheer you up," the old man said. Wow, this old man was much nicer than he seemed. "Thanks," I said. We strolled over and into Churros. We sat down at a table and Katelyn came over. "Hey _______, driving in business?" she said with a chuckle. "Actually, I was just buying this young lady a cup of hot chocolate," the old man said, then he turned to me, "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I'm Mr. Hawkins." "_______, as you probably just heard," I replied, shaking his extended hand. Katelyn brought me a hot chocolate and Mr. Hawkins a coffee. What is up with adults and coffee? I sipped my hot chocolate slowly and savored the warmth. It was freezing outside.
  9. After I finished my drink,, I sought out conversation once more. "So," I began, "It's your birthday, correct?" "Yes, it is most certainly my birthday today," Mr. Hawkins replied. I stood up and started singing, "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Mr. Hawkins, happy birthday to you!" "Don't sing so loudly, you'll disturb the whole town," he said, but with a hearty laugh all the same. "Oops," I whispered. Mr. Hawkins checked his watch, "Oh my goodness! I have to get home or I'll get an earful from my wife," he said, "Pleasure to meet you, _______." "Pleasure to meet you too," I replied cordially. Mr. Hawkins paid Katelyn and left. Katelyn came back to clear the dishes, "So who was that? Your boyfriend?" Katelyn asked with a laugh. I rolled my eyes. "I'll see you at four Katelyn," I said on the way out the door. Coach Walters was waiting where I'd left her. "Well, I told you, I don't have People Skills," I said sitting down. She smacked the back of my head. "You're an idiot, _______," she said, taking a big gulp of coffee. I guess it must have cooled down. "You went over to some strange old man who looked like he hated anyone under the age of thirty-five, and he bought you hot chocolate," she said, almost in wonder, "If that's not a People Skill, then I don't know what is and I have a nephew named Mozzarella." I had to bite the inside of my mouth to stop laughing. "Really, Coach, it was just a coincidence, he felt sorry for me and it was his birthday so he bought me hot chocolate," I explained. I don't think she realized how ridiculous she was being.
  10. She smacked the back of my head again. "Idiot," she murmured, "Well, I think I've seen enough for today, so you can go back to Forest Richmond or stay here. Whichever, as long as you don't break your legs, get drunk, or anything like that." I chuckled. "Well, I'm going back to sleep, so see ya!" I said getting up. I checked my phone for the time. Eight forty-five. I had a few minutes to kill, so I continued reading The Magician's Nephew. After a few minutes Hummus pulled up with the bus. "Hello, girlie, didn't I just see ya a little while ago? Whatcha doin comin home so early? I thought you had an all day session with Michelle," Hummus said, driving towards Forest Richmond. "Nah," I said, "She said she'd seen enough and I could go back to school if I wanted. And I think I'm going to sleep, I have work at four." The bus stopped and I got off. "See ya later!" I called, walking in the direction of Ivory. There was no one walking around on campus. Fishy. Oh yeah, it was only like nine ten, half the students were probably just rolling out of bed. I rummaged through my bag for a piece of gum and popped it in my mouth. Mmmm, minty. After I had climbed the many stairs to my room, I flopped onto the bed. "Goodnight Twix," I murmured and closed my eyes. I waited. For it to hit me. Sleep, that is. But nothing happened. Crap. Dang Coach Walters, making me get up and be entirely awake.I sat back up with a huff. I got out of bed again and decided to take a walk around campus. There was nothing to do. Stupid school. I left Ivory and walked to the library and back. And again. And again. And again. And again. I had just gotten to the library a sixth time, when I heard someone.
  11. "Are you trying to walk your feet off?" I heard someone ask behind me. I turned around. Vincent. "Hey Vincent, haven't seen you in a while," I said. Vincent shrugged. "That's because I'm a ninja," he said. I rolled my eyes but still chuckled. "What is with you and ninjas?" I asked. "What? They're ninjas for goodness' sake!" he exclaimed. I laughed, "Okay, okay. Wait, aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" I asked suspiciously. "Do you pay attention to anything that goes on on campus? Today was another meeting for Ms. Smith's surprise birthday party," Vincent said, "Shouldn't you be having a session with Coach Walters?" I shook my head. "No, after I tricked an old man into buying me food, she told me not to get drunk and sent me back," I said. "What the heck was that supposed to mean?" Vincent asked, looking very confused. I explained everything and his expression disappeared. "Oh, that's cool," he said. I checked the time. Holy cow, already eleven. "I'll see you later, I have to take a shower," I said. "Bye," he said. I walked back to Ivory which seemed to be painstakingly long after all that other walking from Ivory to the library and back. I took off my sweatshirt once I was back in my room and my shoes. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, but I checked the mirror first. It was just me. Good. I took a shower, using cinnamon shampoo of course, and got changed into some fresh clothes. I sat on my bed and flipped through The Magician's Nephew, but I wasn't in the mood to read. I took out my special book and opened it up. None of the previous conversation I had with it was there. Instead it read, 'I'm so sorry.' What? Why?
  12. I decided to ignore this message. I didn't know who this person was anyway. I closed the book and left my dorm and to the library. There were very few people in the library, mostly because it was lunchtime, but oddly enough, I wasn't hungry. I sat down in one of the nice comfy chairs they had and continued reading The Magician's Nephew. I know it sounds odd, but I always thought it was more fun to read in a library. I guess it's because there are actually people around you instead of you in your room, wrapped up in a blanket, sobbing over Mockingjay. I was reading for a few minutes when someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up. Mrs. Wood. "Yes?" I asked. "Ms. Smith wants to talk to you, I think she's in the cafeteria," she said. I nodded and got up. "Thanks," I said before walking out the door and to the cafeteria. Odd place for the principal to be waiting for me. The cafeteria was packed, as I suspected, and it took a while for me to spot Ms. Smith, who was at a table with various other teachers. I weaved my way through the crowd of people, getting elbowed a few times, but I gladly returned the favor. Ms. Smith saw me and waved me over. I walked the rest of the way and she got up from the table. "Excuse me for a few minutes," she said to the teachers. "Hello, _______, here, why don't we go somewhere a little more private," she said pulling me to a less crowded area next to the kitchen entrance. "Mrs. Wood said you had something to tell me?" I said slowly. Ms. Smith nodded. "I'm very sorry _______, but it's bad news. It appears that your parents, well, they've been killed."

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