Georgia slowly began to wake up, laying in her bed with the small locked box sitting on her bed. She was curled up around it, then looked at the nightstand right next to her face to see the golden amulet.
She slowly sat up, her light brown hair curly and messy as she wiped her eyes.
“Wait…it was…real?” She whispered to herself.
Her bedroom door suddenly flung open as she jumped, quickly hiding the box under her blanket and curling her legs to hide it underneath, creating a mountain of her legs rather then the box.
“Are you awake?” An older man asked in an angry tone.
“Yeah. I’m awake.” Georgia replied in a sassy yet scared tone.
“Well hurry up. You’re going to be late for school.” He said in more of an angry tone.
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“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked as he stepped into the room, shoving her violently as she hit her nightstand, causing everything to fall to the floor while she clutched her shoulder.
“I am your father! You respect and listen to me!” He shouted right into her face as she curled up into a ball.
He was breathing hard and heavy as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door very hard and loud, making the entire room shake.
Georgia was doing her best to calm down as she hugged herself as tightly as she could in a ball.
Georgia looked down at the golden amulet sitting on the floor, swallowing hard. She reached down and grabbed it, placing it inside of her pants pocket before she got up.
She didn’t bother to clean herself. No showering or brushing her teeth. She just left her room, went down the stairs, and grabbed a bag that was sitting on the floor before leaving through the front door and quickly walking down the sidewalk.
Georgia walked with her hood up and hands buried in her pockets, walking as quickly as she could as her lips were quickly moving but not saying anything.
She wiped her eyes as she kept walking, ignoring everything or everyone else around her.
Neighbors were smiling and trying to wave or talk to her, but she just ignored them.
Cars drove by and she turned away to not look at them.
She sniffled and kept walking rather quickly.
After a few minutes of paranoid walking, constantly turning her head to make sure nobody was watching or following her.
She stopped when she turned a corner and saw her high school across the street, busses and cars going slowly every direction on the small neighborhood road, teenagers being dropped off with loud conversations, radios blasting all types of music, and car horns honking.
All of the chaotic and unorganized noise made Georgia’s heart begin to beat faster and harder, causing her body to start hyperventilating as her hands began to shake inside of her pockets.
She stood on the sidewalk across the street for a few seconds as she kept shaking.
“Hey Georgia!”
One girl shouted and made Georgia jump, trying to catch her breath before walking across the street, not even bothering to look either way for cars.
“Hey.” Georgia said with a breathy tone and smile as she made her way over to one of her friends.
She was light brown skin with very curly hair flowing down past her shoulders and poofing out like a massive cloud. She was wearing a thin long sleeve shirt covered in floral art that covered the waist of shorts that ended right at her knees. Her sneakers were brand new, bright red, white, and blue.
“How’d you sleep?” She asked.
Georgia sighed.
“Not great.” She replied.
“Do you ever have a different response?” Her friend joked.
“I will if I ever get decent sleep.” Georgia said with a fake smile.
A third girl was quickly making her way over.
Asian complexion with short jet black hair. She was wearing a shirt with a small and unknown rock band that nobody had ever heard of.
“Hey you two. Starting the day without me? Rude.” She said.
“Hey Bella.” Georgia said with a very subtle wave before her hands went back to her pockets.
“So, what’s going on? Did you forget to do your homework again?” Bella asked, lightly punching Georgia’s shoulder. Georgia winced and grit her teeth, but tried her best to not show it.
“Yeah…I did forget. I had…other things on my mind.” Georgia said softly.
Bella rolled her eyes, but she was obviously joking.
“Well don’t worry. Because I’m such a great friend, I did it twice and copied your handwriting.”
Bella reached into her bag and pulled out a thin folder full of completed assignments. Georgia took it and looked over all of them, looking impressed.
“Wow…you did…amazing. How’d you get it so accurate?” Georgia asked.
“Photographic memory.” Bella replied.
“I don’t think that’s how that works.” The other friend said as all three girls laughed.
“Oh come on Nikkita. You don’t know how most things work.” Bella joked.
Nikkita pretended to look offended before lightly punching Bella in the arm, the two girls laughing as Georgia looked past her friends, noticing that one of the school teachers was standing quite…strangely.
He was a tall, old man wearing a very old fashioned suit while standing outside the building. His back was straight, yet the way he stood almost made it appear that standing straight was uncomfortable for him. Like his back wanted to hunch or bend, but he wouldn’t let it.
He had a small black mustache that just came off of his cheeks in very small curls. His chin had a very small patch of more black hair that pointed down off the skin. His eyes were a piercing green color, but his left eye had a small scar that ran from his hairline and down to his mustache, going over his eye. When he blinked, the eyelid also contained a thin scar that was barely visible.
He was staring out into the distance with a blank expression. His hand was forward and out, his fingers shifting around as if he was used to holding something, yet his hand was empty. His other hand was buried into his jacket pocket. The tension in his arm was visible even through his clothing. He was clenching his hand into a very tight fist, but once again it was around nothing.
The school bell rang loudly and filled the air, making Georgia jump.
“Alright, see you girls at lunch.”
Bella quickly hugged each girl before quickly making her way into the school.
Nikkita put her hand on Georgia’s shoulder and smiled.
“Take care of yourself.” She said before she began to walk off, leaving Georgia alone.
Georgia closed the folder and made her way into the school, her hood still up covering her head.
As she passed by the teacher, he finally turned his gaze.
“Hoods down inside Ms. Georgia.” He said.
His voice had an unknown accent. It sounded European, but not a country that Georgia knew.
Georgia quietly sighed and pulled her hood down, looking at the teacher with a soft smile.
“Sorry Mr. Zongar.” She said before walking inside.
The teacher went back to staring forward as the last of the teenagers made their way quickly inside.
Once they did, he made his way inside, quite forcefully shutting the doors. His jacket flung back from the gust of wind before he began locking the doors. He then made his way to his own classroom, his brown shoes loudly clicking and thudding against the tile floor.
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Georgia made her way to her locker, putting some thick textbooks inside from her bag. She kept the folder out and was about to shut her locker door, but stopped as she felt the amulet in her pocket.
She looked around, making sure people weren’t paying attention to her. She took the amulet out, staring at it and looking at her locker. She quickly put it inside of her pocket and shut her door, making her way through the crowded hallway to her first classroom.
Despite there being students everywhere, none of them gave Georgia any attention. It was like she didn’t even exist.
Georgia looked at a clock sitting on one of the walls. She didn’t have much time, so she sped up her way through the ocean of people. They moved and shifted like waves, knocking into her over and over despite them not even turning to say anything.
Georgia wiped her eye quickly as she finally got to an area that wasn’t crowded, quickly making her way into her first class that had no other students.
A man in his mid 20s was writing on the board. He had a large desk that was in the corner, covered in papers and an outdated computer. He turned and looked at Georgia with a warm smile.
“Morning Georgia. How are things with you?” He asked.
Georgia swallowed hard.
She had so many things that she wanted to just spill out. So many things to scream and get people to notice.
She wanted to cry for help.
“Everything’s fine Mr. Andrews.” She said with a fake smile and made her way to her small desk and chair that was attached with a piece of metal.
She pulled out the things she needed before placing her bag underneath the chair, opening a notebook that was half notes and half doodles of sad or scary imagery.
She began to set up an elaborate and detailed template for notes, multiple types of bullet points at different spots on the lines with a large header in fancy handwriting.
As the bell rang, Georgia once again jumped and the rest of her classmates slowly filed in.
Georgia sat right in the center of the room. Three people directly in front, behind, and to either side. Georgia’s leg quickly began to bounce on the floor nervously as she looked forward with tunnel vision, trying to focus solely on the board and teacher.
She took dirty, uneven, and sloppy notes in her notebook, clashing with the beautiful header and nicely laid out template. She could feel her heart beating so hard and fast while her other hand was struggling to sit still. Her hand was shaking and her fingers were rapidly curling and uncurling like she was playing an invisible piano that was constantly moving.
She looked down and kept writing wildly as she forced her free hand into her pants pocket to try and make it be forced to sit still.
As her hand continued to shake inside her pocket, it softly grazed against the amulet and rubbed along it a few times.
Arabaxx suddenly emerged, floating in front of Georgia’s desk as she froze, staring at it with wide eyes.
Her chest was rapidly pumping in and out as now both of her legs were bouncing on the floor.
“Master Georgia, you have summoned me?” Arabaxx asked.
Georgia turned to see her other classmates continuing to sit at their desk, looking forward uninterested and bored as if nothing had changed.
Nobody was looking at her or Arabaxx.
It was like they were both invisible.
Georgia tried to calm herself down and not draw suspicion, yet she couldn’t help it.
Seeing Arabaxx made her shout and fall backwards, her legs trying to stand up but getting caught between the desk and attached chair. She fell forward before suddenly going sideways, the desk and chair falling with her as she hit the ground hard.
All of her classmates just laughed as Mr. Andrews ran over to her, helping her up slowly and sitting her desk and chair where it formerly sat.
“Georgia, is everything okay?” He asked in a warm and kind tone.
Georgia was shaking violently, her entire body rattling as she broke down crying. She pushed her teacher aside and sprinted out of the room, racing through the hallway and towards the nearest bathroom as Mr. Andrews looked around the class. All of the teenagers were laughing, some even looking at videos or pictures they had taken.
“All of you, double the amount of homework AND a test tomorrow.” Mr. Andrews said as he went back to the front, all of the students loudly groaning.
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