Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

then? I saw myself running away. I had left from the seen. The last person there, was Matthew, and he shout a retort and fell to his knees holding his eyes and licking the contents around his mouth as if he couldn’t resist. The next thing I knew, there was a sizzling noise, my mouth widened. Matthew began burning; his skin began peeling off of him like wood scaling away with a shrieking noise of aluminum. The next part I’d come to see was a surprise to all of us. The rest of them probably didn’t watch it before I did.
His muscle slowly peeled off, the rest was bone and then it turned to ashes.
His mother was yelling and tried to jump out of her seat to come running after me. I had goose bumps all over me. “What the hell was that drink!?” the principal yelled. I shook my head.
“I did that but the thing that was in my hands, I’d already taken a sip of it. I don’t understand why it hadn’t affected me!” I backed away from the woman slowly coming behind the principal’s desk. “That video must not be shared, what I was drinking shouldn’t have killed him.” The principal was furious.
“You’re going to court!” he yelled. “We want to see proof in court! We had just seen this boy die before our eyes and you expect us not to believe it?!” My lips parted. I hadn’t done anything with the drink, I drank it too and I wasn’t poisoned.
“First of all, Matthew was not apologizing; he came to tell me that I didn’t have to be embarrassed and told me that I shouldn’t ever expect a date to go to the dance with me. I poured the drink in his face, it was Hawaiian Punch. That was all it was, nothing more.”
He pointed towards the door. “Leave,” he said. “I want this sorted out in a week and a half, if this is not quickly brought to justice, other students at the dance will be involved. As for you, I think I’d find private seats at school along with no school activities.” I nodded. I didn’t do any school activities any way. Why should I even care? I walked through the hallways where students all around looked at me weird.
“Did I hear her yell at the principal?” one said.
“Isn’t she going to be sued and expelled?” said another. I kept my head down.

The school day was quickly nearing an end and I had been all upset and my eyes were weary. As I was about to leave, I spotted Shane.
“You ok?” he asked. I nodded wiping my eyes before I could let tears fall into my face. I hated it when people saw when I cried. It was immensely embarrassing. “Are you still doing ballet?” he asked.
I nodded again. “I’ll see you back home.” I said parting from him. Shane was surrounded by people who were older than him. He wasn’t even that smart, but he had so many friends. Why didn’t I? I was older than him and hardly had any friends in my own age group. I was fifteen, almost everyone I knew was seventeen or older, but of course those people weren’t my actual friends. I went into the girl’s locker room where some girls were getting ready for volley ball, or tennis training, while I had to go to ballet class before everyone else. I went inside my locker and was ready to pull out my ballet dress but realized it was ruined and somewhere in that other dimension that only Glytherin could take me. I’d have to plead for another dress again.
I walked outside of the hall where I met New York’s transportation. I never knew it came around this time. I ran around to it taking money out of my book bag as quickly as I could. I ran up the steps as soon as the driver was getting ready to close the bus.
“Hello,” I murmured. “How much is it?” I asked. The driver waved a gesture to the back to get on board. I handed him five dollars and moved to the back of the bus as I was still walking down the isle and I slumped forward nearly falling until I fell into someone.
“Hey,” he said. “What are you doing here?” he was standing up neatly against a pole because the bus was too full. It was Glytherin. “I didn’t know you came to this school.” He said. I nodded standing beside him.
“I was told to ask you a question.” I said simply. “My best friend, you know Amanda right?” he nodded still looking forward. “Well, she was wondering if you’d switch partners to be with her instead, I think she’s doing Beauty and the Beast.” He looked at the ground simply as his face twisted for a moment considering the idea. “You’d rather be partners with Jose, than being partners with someone you knew in the past?”
I shrugged. “I’d pick anyone, as long as they don’t mind being with me, I know Jose wanted to be with me until you picked first though.” He nodded again. He seemed to be thinking.
“No.” he answered. “I truly don’t want to be disturbed with Amanda, sure she’s pretty but I’m not doing Beauty and the Beast.”
I shook my head. “She said she’d be willing to do Romeo and Juliet, she told me in one of our classes today.”
“It seems you tell your friends everything.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Don’t tell them about what happened last night or what you remember.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
“Back on topic,” I said. “She wants to be partners with you.” He laughed under his breath.
“I’ve never had someone want to get rid of me so much, I’ve always been the guy to get rid of, but not this much. And I’ve never had someone who wanted me so much, it’s ridiculous.” I became impatient. “Please just pick

her!” I said yelling but only letting him hear.
He nodded. “Ok.” He said plainly. “That hurt.”
I nodded looking forward. He did too. A moment, I felt bad. He wasn’t crying, he didn’t look hurt, he didn’t saying anything further about it, so maybe he was just toying with me. I felt extremely sympathetic. If I didn’t let Amanda be his partner, she’d kill me. If I did, he’d be upset thinking I thought he was a disgrace.
“You know I don’t… hate you right?” I asked with discipline in my voice. He looked towards me with annoyance.
“I left my fiancé at home, to make sure that you got into this special future of yours and you expect me to dance with someone else, I should probably just leave then.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I wasn’t being smart, of course I’ll dance with you, I’ll see how Amanda fairs, I’m just afraid how she’ll react if she doesn’t get what she wants, it’s like that with every guy for her, ugly or not. She doesn’t care. The only reason she didn’t laugh at your name when she met you was because she thought that if she didn’t laugh, you’d find her as an exception to the rest and you’d pick her.”
He laughed now; loud and clear but didn’t become an outcast according to the rest of the loud bus. I ignored it trying to be calm. “So are you saying that you didn’t laugh either because you wanted me to pick you?” he asked.
I shook my head. “I didn’t laugh because people laugh at the way my name is pronounced, everyone does it too. 'Or Feel Lia!' They’d yell. It sounded like a fragment to another half of a sentence. ‘You can feel the dog, Or Feel Lia instead.” He smiled slightly. “Don’t laugh,” I murmured quietly. He didn’t laugh. We went around a corner where a lot of the people stopped. The ballet studio was right across the street, I could walk the rest of the way. I began coming off. The driver looked at me and hugged me tightly. “Thanks for the two dollar tip.” He said. I nodded. I had always thought it was five dollars to go onto a bus. I was definitely wrong. I wanted to take my money back so badly now.
Glytherin came off after me. I walked across the street over to the studio where some people were smoking but Ms. Alberry shooed them away. She caught sight of us and waved. She summoned us over. I began to run. As I entered the place, it looked like she moved things around. Things probably changed ever since I hadn’t been here.
“So,” she said. “We’ve been practicing our moves that we had to perfect before we did the simple acting part. You know how to do the extension of legs; you know how to do everything so we’re going to pick a seen from the ballet. There are always four, four extreme parts of the ballet that you must do.” I nodded. Glytherin behind me seemed extremely bored with himself. If this was still about the exchanging partners, I was going to fall and cry. “The first part of Romeo and Juliet is when they meet. You both should know the story; you both are the right age and well, you have to learn to lift.” She looked steadily at Glytherin’s arms looking at his muscles. “We have to put those things to use honey.” She said. Glytherin seemed to be in a moment of his own.

I changed into a more suitable outfit for the time. Ms. Alberry told me that a new outfit didn’t have to be worn at the time. I agreed to that. She didn’t need to give me more time to ruin it again. I wore tights with a shirt long enough to be a dress. It touched my knees. I read out in the book of the first part, there were tons of lifts but I couldn’t come to trust anyone at the moment. I had never had anyone lift me before and I wasn’t preparing to let this time be now. Now I stood in position.
“Ok Mr. Romeo,” my teacher said. “Woo Juliet. You start of with spinning her around, you know the steps.” The music began to start. The first thing I felt was Glytherin’s breath pouring down my back. As uncomfortable as that was, I didn’t say anything about it. I stood on my toes now as Glytherin followed me around stage. Balance these days weren’t my problems, the trust was. Glytherin swiftly came towards me and took my arms. “Extend her leg,” my teacher said. Now he put his hands out to outline which way my legs were going.
He turned me around now and pulled