My Ranking Points
A/N: I’m sooooo sorry guys – I haven’t been active in AGES and haven’t posted any chapters at ALL. Meanwhile, this whole bit in the Zodiac with my character is going on and I haven’t contributed in what seems like years. I rushed this one just to get something, anything, out, so please excuse awful storyline, grammar, or writing. Here we go! (Sorta hoping to make Sasha play an important role in this..?
POV: August Abton (1st person) (In the 2nd reality)
So Polina and Natasha were enrolled in a dance competition, Reme was just… there and I was just carrying on with regular life. Escept it wasn’t regular, since it was real. Everywhere I went, I felt like I could spot the flaws in this alternate universe. A framed photograph of the academy labelled, Before it burnt to the ground. A museum commemorating the lives lost in the incident. And a publiched, best-selling, illustrated novel questioning the event and whether or not it was done on purpose. Nobody could quite fathom what the author meant but some people thought that-
“Auggie! You’re batting!”
Hastily, I turned my head. Jem stood with the cricket bat held out. I reached out to take it and stood up, feeling everybody’s accusing eyes upon my back as I jogged leisurely to the stumps to bat.
“Come on! We don’t have all day,” said the coach/umpire. I rolled my eyes and got into position. “Begin the over.”
The bowler threw the ball with the ferociety of a sumo wrestler with anger issues. It smashed harmlessly to the side and the wicket keeper collected it and tossed it back.
The bowler narrowed his eyes at me and I frowned back. What was his problem? Wait a second… did I know him? His close-cropped, black hair was slicked back with gel and a sweat band. He was handsome – that much I could tell. The irises of his eyes were hazel and seemed to glare laser beams at my innocent head. His skin was dark like chocolate and his full, pink lips stood out on his angry face. He was definately familiar, like I knew him but there was a hole in my memory. Like I should know him. A name hovered in the edge of my mind, but whenever I tried to retrieve it, it shied away, disappearing into the darkest depths before returning like a teasing bully who’s stolen your hat.
“Sushi!” I burst out involuntarily, earning myself some more weirded out looks. The bowler had been about to release the ball but he faltered and it dropped back into his stiff hand. His face seemed to darken like thunder clouds covering the sun.
“We’re playing cricket here, by the way. In case you didn’t notice? Not eating japanese food.”.
I ignored them
“I much prefer Sasha.” The voice came from the other end of the pitch. It was ice cold and hard. Once again, I had the nagging feeling that I knew it.
“Uh sorry. That’s what I meant.” His face remained impassive.
The coach was confused, looking between us, trying to regain her composure. “Hello? Boys, today would be great.”
Sasha bowled and this time, instead of the rash fury of before, it was a bullet; perfectly aimed and right on target, hitting my bat with a thwack and springing away. Hopefully I’d hit a six. I didn’t care much though; I was still basking in my revelation as I sprinted forward. I remembered now: I remembered things that never happened, things that would’ve happened but didn’t. I remembered him – Sasha: deadly, especially when insulted; an awful friend; brilliant cricketer. Seperator through and through. And most of all, an enemy of any supporter of Pisces academy.
And that was what made me fear him most.
Great job! I really liked this chapter! Glad you’re back 🙂
Great, great, great job!! I guess I’m going to write something next, I have no idea if someone else was going to. It’ll probably be posted within this week.
My brother is currently working on a chapter but it only has some plot filler-in need from what I’ve sneaked to read so far. He might post this week, but you go ahead!