The Devil's reflection

Frank was never one for school, certainly he was pretty good at it before everything happened with the gym teacher. This school was so small, maybe a few hundred students at most and the building showed. It was as if the school itself was almost too good to be true, the place was like a palace. Everything about this building seemed immaculate to the solid white floor, and dark green lockers it just appeared far too perfect.

He pushed his way into the office, as the secretary gazed up at him for a few moments before setting down her pen. She cleared her throat, and fixed her dark glasses before returning her attention to him.

"How can I help you?" The woman asked as she leaned forward almost eager. Frank glanced at the nameplate on the desk noticing the last name Johnson.

"Um... I'm Frank Morrison, my foster dad called..." Frank muttered as the woman nodded, getting to her feet and disappearing into a door out of his view. Frank turned his attention to the office around him, it was weird. He thought he wouldn't come back to school once he was expelled, he thought he was done with it. Guess not his mind supplied as he rubbed at his left wrist. After a moment he pulled his hand away, he really should stop messing with it. A small flare of pain rippled through his skin as he huffed tugging at the binds just below his fingers.

'Right this way Mr. Morrison." The woman said as she returned moving around the desk fast and guiding him into a door at the front of the desk. How hadn't he noticed that door when he entered the room? She led him inside gesturing towards a chair in front of a large dark wooden desk. An older man sat on the other side of the desk and quickly rose as Frank entered.

"Welcome Frank, I'm Principle MacMillan. It's nice to meet you, please take a seat." The principle said as he fixed his tie and sat down in his chair. Frank happily took the closest chair as the secretary left the room, closing the door behind her. "I am probably the first besides your foster father to say welcome to Ormond. So," MacMillan leaned backwards a bit opening a drawer in his desk and producing a few sheets of paper. "I have your class schedule here and I was looking through some of your files..." Frank almost winced at the statement before snatching the schedule and jumping to his feet.

"Well it was nice to meet you sir, but I should proba-"

"Sit." The order was fast and stern. Frank hesitated for a moment, a small chill crawling up his spine at the words. He resisted the flinch that wanted to cross his face before slowly returned to his spot in the chair, dropping his backpack in front of his feet.

"You were expelled for assault on a teacher and you were in jail for three days." Principle MacMillan stated as he flipped open the file. "Care to explain yourself?"

"No sir." Frank said quickly, trying to just ignore the chill that wanted to take over.

"Frank, I just want to know about what happened that made you get expelled and arrested."

"Got into an argument with my basketball coach. and I accidently pushed him, then he swung at me." Frank stated as Principle MacMillan stared at him trying to read the teens face. After what felt like forever the principle shut the file in front of him and glanced at the clock that hung above the office door.

"You should head to your third period class." The principle said as Frank grabbed his backpack slinging it on his shoulder. "We'll get you a locker but for now just take your backpack with you to classes. Ms. Johnson will write you a pass, so please go to her and she will give you some instructions to your classroom." Frank nodded leaving the office and stopping at the desk. The woman rose to her feet handing him a small white slip, before she gestured towards the door.

"Can I see your schedule?" The woman asked as Frank offered her the sheet of paper. "Okay, you take a left going immediately out of the office door. You go down the hall until you hit the end, take another left and go to the end of that hall. It's the door on the left closest to the wall. The teacher's name is Ms. Hudson." Frank thanked the secretary, taking back the piece of paper before he left the office heading in the direction the woman told him.

He hated this, he didn't want to go back to school. He didn't want to be here and that damn chill was still creeping up his back. The halls were so eerily quiet and his footsteps seemed to just resound around him. The hall seemed to stretch on forever before he finally got to the end, and looked at the shut wooden door. Great...

The room went dead silent as he opened the door, the teacher falling quiet at the sight of someone she had never seen before. A few of the students seemed to perk up as he walked up to the teacher offering her the pass. The blonde haired woman raised her eyebrow before taking the offered paper scanning it over quickly.

"Joey, get your books off that empty desk." Ms. Hudson ordered as a dark skinned teen got to his feet grabbing the three books off the desk beside him. Frank moved quickly to his spot dropping his backpack beside his seat. The teacher moved to her desk grabbing an extra book from the drawer and carrying it over to him, dropping it on his desk with a slam. Frank spun the book towards him, scanning over the title World History. The teacher returned to the board writing out a series of lines from the text, her attention fully on what she was working on.

He felt eyes on him, as he glanced forward to the dark haired woman in front of him. The black haired Asian woman quickly turned forward strands of her long hair flying about. A pink haired girl sat diagonal from him as she spun the draw cords of her blue sweatshirt around her fingers. The girl cast a glance back at him for a moment, her blue eyes meeting his brown for only a few seconds.

"Su?" A whisper came from the asian girl as she stuck out her hand a small torn piece of paper in her fingers. The pink haired girl grabbed the paper quickly looking at it and passing it behind her to Joey, who snatched it reading it over before handing it to the guy behind him.

"Myers!" The teacher snapped as the dirty blond haired teen stopped the note half in the air. "Bring me the note." The teacher ordered as the pale student got to his feet, taking the piece of paper to the teacher as she scanned it over before dropping it on her desk.

"Julie switch seats with Michael." A brown haired girl in the front huffed gathering her stuff and getting to her feet. She cast Frank a look as her green eyes met his, before she quickly hurried to her new seat.

"Alright, lets begin." 

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Here's the next chapter guys, sorry for the taking so long.