"I guess we should visit Cyrus" Serena said worried about what happened earlier. I, Mark, Jenny, and Yasuo were still on the ground.
"yeah, he's been severely injured," Yasuo said holding the ball in his hand.
"but how come he didn't dodge the ball coming straight to his face? " Jenny was having the same question as me. Then suddenly Mark said-
"I was ready to throw the ball and Lysander was attentive too, but when I threw the ball at him he saw in the other direction causing his ass face to get hit" he completed the sentence.
*Cyrus is careless* I thought and cursed him under my breath.
"let's just go and see him and Mark even if it's not your mistake you have to say sorry to him", Yasuo said and got up along with Jenny. They saw me and Mark, and we nodded.
Jenny and Yasuo walked inside the building to see Lysander, and Serena followed them. Mark Beside, "Let's go"
I sighed and said, "You go first I'll come later," I said softly as Mark nodded.
Bell will also ring soon, so I walked up to class instead. I just don't want to see Cyrus..... There's no certain reason but I just don't.
I took my books from my locker and went up to class. The bell rang as Mark, James, Yasuo, Jenny, and Millie got inside the class.
James told something to Mrs Willson and she nodded. But Cyrus wasn't with them. Was the injury so serious?
"What happened to Lysander?" I whispered to Jenny who sat beside me.
"well he is still losing his blood....he's quite weak"
I nodded and straightened myself, it was 'craft' lecture. Most of the students hated this class because they were bad at crafting, but it was also a compulsory period because we can get extra grades by it.
I personally loved this one subject, it came once a week. I loved doing things like this.
The teacher distributed cardboard to each student and everyone started working on it. But I couldn't get any ideas, my head feels like it was filled with many things and those many things were... Cyrus.....
It annoyed me, I hate to think about him but I just couldn't control it. I shooked my head and started dividing the cardboard into unknown pieces. I dug the edge of the sharp cutter into the tight surface of the cardboard.
My mind didn't know what I was doing... It was all unknown to me.
"Are you sure to cut the cardboard without scale?" a female voice said making me startle, I didn't know why my whole body shake but the sudden voice.
I saw behind me to see our craft teacher she looked surprised, "Uhm miss..... I- " I stuttered because I don't have any answer. It was strange...
I felt some warmth on my hand, a weird sensation of a wet liquid I slowly glanced at my hand to see blood streaming out of the lower part of my thumb.
I am going mad.....