Here's chapter two of DevilTown, a story I wrote back in like march 2023 <3 (one of my first ones, so its not THAT great)

Here's chapter 2 

Two

The Really Not-So-Grand Entrance

 

 

I arrive at school, feeling a bit, no, really tired. It's still winter, so the sun rises later than usual, and the weather tends to be really cold and damp. I walk past the small groups of students chatting and walking around. I’m somehow kind of jealous, since I don’t have any friends in real life because it’s somehow more complicated to make friendships. And people think I'm weird and call me a freak. It's so loud here.

Just as I'm about to enter my classroom, I bump into Regina. She's one of the popular girls in class, and is a pretty cool person as well. We talk and chat on school breaks, and sometimes during lunch as well. But that happens like once every 5 months.

She looks at me, and a bit of a smile appears on her face as we lock eyes. "Hi, Amila." she says. I nod at her. "You're looking tired," she says. 

I sigh. "Yep, I didn't sleep much last night at all. About 1 and a half hours"

"Damn, that's not good." she replies, with a somewhat concerned look on her face.

"I know." I say, sounding half-asleep. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"mhm??" I mumble, somehow scare of what the question might be.

"So... uh, who's your boyfriend." She says in a teasing tone. I know she's just mocking me because she knows I don't have one.

I sigh in annoyance. "I don't have a boyfriend, Regina. And I told you this before..."

I try to calm myself down, knowing what’s about to happen and what she’s gonna say. I just wish I woke up sick, throwing up, with a fever, or didn’t even wake up at this point.

She replies, "Oooh, so you're a single pringle, huh?" I sigh once again. That's what she always says.

"I guess so?" I tell her. It's obvious that by then tone in my voice, I'm getting extremely annoyed, but Regina doesn't seem to notice that.

I have, I did.

 

♥

 

Back in like 7th grade or something. But I didn't love him. I guess it was my first relationship and I had no idea what I was doing, even though my hobby at the time was just watching movies and most of them had romantic scenes, but I still had no idea, "No, the only 'boyfriend' I've had ended up just moving away, now can you leave me alone please?"

"Ooh, so you got dumped by him, huh? That sucks" she says, in a teasing tone. I didn’t get dumped. He had to move away and had no choice so we decided to end it there.

She keeps on smiling in a way that makes me feel so annoyed and angry. "Can you shut up and stop mocking me for one second?" I reply.

Regina finally leaves me alone, and I realize I’m 2 minutes late to class. So I rush there as quickly as I can, trying not to make anything in my hands fall.

I get into classroom with my stuff, breathing heavily.

The teacher looks at me a bit weirdly, but she ignores it and starts lecturing the class. "Hey guys, so, you know how we were on the topic of Ancient Greek mythology two weeks ago? Well, we're going to actually start writing about a character from that mythology. You'll have a week to write a 5-page essay on them. Make sure to bring your essays next Tuesday. Now, we'll start our lesson now..."

ARGHHHH I don't wanna do this. It's sooo boring. But obviously, since I'm respectful in real life, I didn't say anything and just listened to the lesson. But I kept zoning out at the thought of Oliver coming to Switzerland, here and we can spend time with Milo too, since he's also coming I guess since Oliver's his boyfriend.

Oh shit I didn't pay attention. What did she say? Oh well.

After what felt like 100 years to me, the lesson was finally over, and my classmates got up from their chairs and started chattering with each other. I could tell Regina and some of the other popular girls were looking at me.

Oh fuck no. I quickly packed my stuff, and started heading off to my next class. I was not going to give them any more satisfaction.

I'm now sitting in my English class, trying not to fall asleep. The teacher looks like she's about to fall asleep too.

I try my best to focus, but my mind keeps getting distracted by the thought of Oliver coming to Switzerland. It feels extremely surreal. Like, what am I really gonna do when he's here? How am I gonna spend my time with him and Milo? I have no idea. I guess I'll have to find out. But right now, I'm tired.

We’re doing something about William Shakespere or something (is that how you write his name?)

After a whole 45 minutes of torture and suffering, the lesson finally finishes.

I don't know how I survived it, but somehow magically did.

I grab my stuff and slowly, really slowly, head off to my next class, which is PE. I know I hate exercising, but at least the teacher isn't as boring as the English teacher.

I finally arrive at my P/E class, and I immediately recognize the teacher. His name is Mr. Jones, and he has been my teacher for both last year and this year too. He has kind of a small beard, and dark brown hair. He's actually a pretty cool and fun guy once you get to know him. He's also pretty helpful. His lessons are usually fun, but when he teaches us theory, it tends to get very boring. So boring I start thinking of how to make my classmates less annoying.

Mr. Jones tells us to line up in two lines, boys and girls. I think the 'boys on one side and girls on one side' thing is stupid as fuck, I mean someone could be a closeted non binary, or trans or demi-girl or demi-boy or any other gender.

 He's about to start the lesson, but before he starts talking, he asks us to all write down our names on a piece of paper, and put it into this basket because he is planning to do a little "challenge" at the end, as he says.

I don't think I'm gonna like this challenge. I never do, but when he calls me to write my name down, I just mumble "okay" and write it down on the white board- it's massive.

As everyone else is writing their names down, our teacher says, "Alright, we're gonna play a little challenge, which you will all hopefully enjoy. It's gonna be a competition and you'll be working in pairs. The teams will be boys vs girls."

Fuck this I'm not doing this. Wait, no I am because I'm already here. Wait! I got an idea to avoid the challenge and text the ‘AllBitches’ instead.  I should try to get hurt like sprain my ankle or something, that would be great.

"If you don't have a partner, either choose someone from your class or someone in your friend group." Mr. Jones continues. "Wait, so does that mean I can choose my friends?" I raise my hand, asking because I don't want to participate in this stupid competition. "Yes, you can." he replies.

"Okay, thanks" I respond politely, but I can sense everyone looking at me since they know damn well I don't have any friends but then we get back to explaining the game.

"Alright, the game is gonna be a 200 meter run. The boys and the girls will race, and the winners get 10 points, and the loser gets none. The team with the most points wins." He explains to us.

Perfect. I can sprain my ankle here and hopefully get out of this shitty game.

I zoned out like I always do because of my stupid ADHD and realize that the teacher is saying something that sounds really important. Oh great, now it's time for the pairs to be announced. I know I probably am the last one since I'm 'the freak'

Mr. Jones starts announcing the pairs, and I'm the last one. As expected. But I don't really care anymore, I mean at this point I don't think that the teachers even bother remembering the fact that I exist.

Mr. Jones finally announces me and... Oliver. Oliver? OH CRAP. I don't know why this is happening right now, but I think it has to do something with me thinking about him the entire morning. This is some kind of sick joke that the universe is playing on me... I finally get up and walk towards the part of the room where my team is.

 I realize that there was another Oliver in my class this whole time. He had brown hair and was much shorter than me- unlike Oliver the one I know Online, he had blond hair and is the tallest in the group. 178cm while I was 169cm, Milo was 160cm and Sage was 175cm.

I'm now next to another Oliver. One I don’t know. And he looks really awkward and embarrassed just like me. I know he's probably thinking right now, "Why did I have to get paired up with this weird girl?"

"Fuck off" I mumble, but he doesn't seem to hear me luckily. I guess I'll find out what he's thinking about me soon. I need to talk to him since we need to come up with some strategy to win this stupid game. Mr. Jones calls us all to get ready to run. The girls are lined up on one side of the field, and the boys on the other side. I stay quiet, thinking of what I should say to Oliver. Should I just ask him about the competition or just try to not talk at all to him?

My mind is going a hundred miles per hour right now, unlike me.

"Alright, 3,2,1 GO!" Mr. Jones calls out to the contestants, and we all immediately start running. Oliver is really slow, at least not the slowest. Marika is the slowest. I don't understand how someone as fit as him can be this slow though. I actually shouldn't really be talking, since I'm in top-3 fastest runners in the school.

"Oh, and the first 5 people from each team to finish get extra five points." Mr. Jones yells to us. I speed up, not wanting to let Oliver beat me or finish on my level.

I was faster than Oliver, and I'm in the top 3 of my team. Oliver was kind of in the middle, but he's not slow. I can sense him speeding up, I didn't want him to finish before me. I have more points than Oliver. I was going fast, and I'm really tired, I'm glad that this race was short because my energy levels tend to drain fast...

Oliver is still speeding up and, he's starting to get fast. He can actually beat me in this race, Holy shit, I actually have to stop him. I might get tired, but I can't let him win this competition.

Oliver is catching up to me and is now actually the same speed as me. I feel my heart pounding fast, I'm getting out of breath. I'm so tired. I can feel my legs hurting and my lungs feeling as if they're burning, but I need to beat Oliver.