I sighed, pressing my face against the glass window of the school bus, silently wishing all the kids in the bus could stop yelling to each other from opposite sides of the bus. I almost wanted to start a conversation with Sage, but she had her nose in a thick book, and interrupting her reading time was always a fatal mistake. I would know.
"Hey, did you know? I heard that there's gonna be a transfer student coming in sometime this week!"
My ears seemed to perk up as I heard the conversation of the two girls in front of me.
"Oh, really?" I hope it's some hot guy!" The other girl replied, and my attention span broke as the two burst into girly giggles. My gaze wandered, confused about their conversation. Our town was pretty small, and didn't have much to attract the tourists, since it was basically a few neighborhoods, schools and a small downtown area. It was pretty boring, but it was nice too, since all those city kids were missing all of the nice things here. But anyways, because of the small size of our town, it was pretty odd for there to be a transfer student arriving, which probably meant it was some stupid rumor.
I glanced over at Sage, and since I was dying for a conversation, and took the risk.
"Hey Sage, where does Poem live? She must live nearby, since she doesn't go on the bus, right?"
Sage slammed her book shut, which made me jump, then glared at me. "I dunno." She replied bluntly.
"Eh? How come? Haven't you two known each other since grade school?" I blurted out, confused. Sage stuffed her book into her backpack, as if she knew that I wouldn't stop talking to her until my stop arrived. "Yeah, but you know how she is. She's always too embarrassed to ask someone over."
I laughed, nodding. "Yeah, I guess you're right." I murmured, then crashed against the seat in front of us as the bus came to an abrupt stop. "Ah, this is my stop!" I exclaimed as I clambered over Sage as I got into the thin aisle. "See you later, Sage!" I called, the crowd behind me pushing me forward. She simply waved in response.
As my feet met the concrete sidewalk, I threw my school bag over my shoulder, and started walking in the direction of my house, when suddenly, someone poked me from behind. I turned around to see a familiar-looking girl standing there. "Hi! Your name was Dublin, right?" She asked her voice friendly. As soon as my eyes met hers, I recognized her instantly. Besides, not everyone in my school had yellow eyes. "Ah! I remember you, weren't you in my Socials class? You haven't been at school a lot lately, where have you been?" I blurted out, memories coming back to me. I remember I had done a project with her, and it was extremely awkward because I couldn't tell what her gender was.
"Yes, I was!" She replied, as if she was congratulating a dog on doing a trick. "You're very clever to remember me. And also, I had some stuff going on and I still do, so it'll be a while until I get back to school." I nodded slowly in reply, and then sighed, scratching my head. "Say, I have the memory of a goldfish...What was your name again?" I asked, embarrassed to ask.
However, she responded kindly, with a smirk-like smile. "You can call me the Doctor!" She exclaimed, then burst into laughter. I didn't get it.
"Aha, sorry, I doubt you'd understand that reference." She said, still smiling strangely. "My name was Riddle, remember?"
"Ah, right." I responded hesitantly. For some reason, she had a strange feeling about her. I shrugged it off, and opened my mouth to ask something, but she cut me off.
"By the way, isn't there an antique store somewhere in this town?" She asked, her gaze wandering.
"U-um, yeah. It's downtown, across the street from that popular pizza place." I grumbled. I wonder if she knew what I was about to say, because she cut me off at such a perfect time.
"Ah, right!" She laughed, then smiled. "Thanks! Well, I guess I'll talk to you later, Hanna."
"R-right." I stammered, confused. How the heck did she know me real name, when only my family and close friends knew it? I watched her walk away, and then shrugged. "Weird girl." I mumbled, and then turned to get home.
I walked down the streets of downtown, gathering my sweater closer to my body as another cold gust of wind blew against me. I didn't get it - it was June, so why was it so cold? Unlike Sage, I couldn't blame Dublin about mumbling about it all day, I was confused about it as well. I shrugged it off as I approached my destination. I glanced up the sign above the small store, which said 'Victor's Antiques '.
Smiling, I pushed open the doors, which caused the familiar jingling of the wind chime that was attached to the heavy wooden door. "Hello? Vick?" I called, searching the spacious room. Despite looking small on the outside, the store was pretty big, and had a whole bunch of display cases, old books and strange abstract paintings and masks on the walls. Suddenly, I saw something move in the corner of my eye, and turned my head towards it to see Vick sitting in his revolver chair, reading an old-looking book. I walked up to him and reached across the counter he as at and tapped him gently on his shoulder. He jumped slightly, and then closed the book, giving me a warm smile, brushing his dirty blonde hair out of his eyes. "Why, hello there Poem!" He greeted me kindly. I smiled in response. "Hi! What are you reading?" I asked curiously. It must've been a good novel if he was so unaware of his surroundings. "Oh, just some book from the library. A customer recommended it last week, so I decided to check it out." He claimed, forcing himself out of his chair, causing it to spin a little after he left it.
"Ah, I see. Is it any good?" I asked, seating myself in a fancy, but sturdy-looking wooden chair. He shrugged, placing the book in a small shelf that was behind the counter. "I've read worse, but I've read better." he responded, giving off a small laugh.
"Well, of course you have, you've probably read almost every book in the library."
Vick responded with a simple laugh, but then his smile instantly turned into a frown as his eyes focused on the door, which suddenly opened, revealing a girl around my age with short hair. She was wearing a smirk, and had an unnerving feel about her, causing shivers to go down my spine. Now that I think about it, she seemed familiar. Maybe she went to my school at one point. She glanced at Vick, who was still frowning. "Where's Kraai?" The girl asked simply.
"Upstairs." Vick responded bluntly. She girl smiled, then waved at him as she walked right by me, then went up the stairwell to the library area of the store. "Thanks!" Her voice echoed.
I glanced at Vick, worried. "Who was that?" I asked quietly. Vick frowned.
"Someone nobody should get involved with." He replied quietly.