Scarleton Series I : Before the Cult Read Free Page B

basically choking for about twenty seconds in
front of her my mouth gaped like a…”
    “Like a?” asked
Macxermillio, amused.
    “I don’t know!
I don’t even know what I was gonna talk about or do. I wonder what
she is thinking of me now.”
    “If she is a
petty lifeling who cares?” said Macfearson.
    “No, she could
be more than that. She is quite unique.” I paused. “I don’t know
how to explain it.”
    “It sounds like
you ruined it with your dirty cursed hands. You are not meant to be
loved or liked by any of those folks. They look at you and they
just see waste. They don’t care about you. They would rather have
you stay away than come near them. I’m sure you saw the disgust in
her eye when you approached her. She might have signalled for the
girl to block you away. She does not want you. Maybe you were wrong
thinking there is any hope for companionship in this piss of a
world. Isn’t she part of the very fabric that is so intolerant and
coarse on our souls? She blends easily doesn’t she?” spoke
Macfearson.
    I stayed silent
for moment. “Maybe you are right. She is just as superficial as the
others. Nothing of substance there. Took being closer to her to
finally see her true colours.”
    Macxermillio
solemnly spoke, his hands clenched together in front of his groin.
“It is such precious things that the world constantly denies from
us. Twisting and driving us under the soil they tread upon. It
forgets us and misunderstands us, judges us and reminds us we are
of no value to it. But this is not a new thing to a deathing but a horrid truth like death that no one ever gets used to or gets
over. I grief for you, deathling . And this is exactly why
you should have that lunch, we can’t be here any longer to endure
such torment even souls as hard as ours grow frail.”

4
     
    For lunch I was
served my favourite meal; baked hake, fried chips, cooked spinach
with steamed carrots. As I had predicted Jay came to lunch during
last thirty minutes of the lunch period (which span form 12pm to
1pm). The dining hall sparsely populated all around but the table
where Jay and his friends and a few students from our house
regularly sat was occupied from side to side and head to tail,
except for one seat situated right next to him at the end of the
table. I put my tray there and sat next to him. Strangely I was
feeling confident and less nervous. Maybe because of the knowledge
that his demise was nigh.
    “Hey, guys!” I
greeted.
    They all stayed
silent as if they had not heard me.
    Puzzled I
repeated, a bit louder this time. “Hey, guys!”
    Still the same
treatment, the little grin I had employed this time began to
quiver.
    “Guys, Sandy,
says hi,” Jay said ironically.
    A few responded
with laughs.
    He leered at
me. “Sandy, no one says ‘hey’ to another guy. It’s gay.”
    I giggled
paradoxically. “But I always say ‘hey’! It’s a greeting. There is
nothing girly about it.”
    The others
laughed. One of his cronies replied, “Say somethin’ like ‘howzit’
or something.”
    “Yeah,” said
Jay, spreading his arms. “For God’s sake, Sandy, stop being a bitch
nigger for once.”
    “What’s that?
What’s a bitch nigger?”
    Half the table
exploded in laughter, laughter directed at me. A few voices going,
“C’mon, Sandz! Yoh, everybody knows that.”
    “Sandy, you
wish you were white don’t you?” said Jay. “I’m even surprised that
you decided to sit with us today you always sit with the white
guys.”
    “What do you
mean I wish I was white? I am who I am.”
    “Guys, does
Sandy speak, walk and act like a real nigger?”
    Half the table
replied, “No!” While the other quarter exploded in laughter... The
last quarter, bystanders mumbling under their breaths about how
rude Jay was being but lacking the balls to confront him in case
they get cauterized.
    “Guys have you
heard the music that Sandy listens to?”
    “No. what does
he listen to?” asked one of students at far end,