Chapter 2 LYRA

The telephone in the sitting room rang the third time, vibrating on the table and waiting for someone to pick it up.

I huffed, throwing down the bags in my hand. That damn caller wouldn't stop would they? I had so little time in my hands right now. If I didn't leave soon, I could never be able to.

I skipped through the passageway and into the parlour. The telephone was still singing. I yanked it up putting it close to my ear angrily.

"Dude stop calling me, whoever you are."

"Lyra, is that you?" the voice at the other end of the receiver sounded frightened. I recognized it immediately.

"Mom?"

"Oh thank goodness Lyra. I thought something bad happened to you. The cops where at the house and they were ransacking your room. Lyra did you do anything wrong?" her tone was laced with concern that made my gut twist.

"You didn't tell them where I was right?"

"Of course not."

"Good Bye." I went straight to hanging up but her sudden shriek stopped me cold.

"Lyra!!"

I huffed, shaking my head from side to side, in frustration. I really didn't have time for this, for her and her fancy worries.

"What!"

"I know we have our issues but I'm still your mother and I am worried. At least tell me you are fine?"

I let out a sharp exhaled, she was being so absurd right now I couldn't help but scoff.

"We have our issues? I hate you mom. Stop pretending you care all of a sudden. It makes me sick. You know what, never mind. You want to know if I'm safe then know this: I will survive just like I always have; no thanks to you."

I hung up, swung my bag onto my shoulders and left the house. The night train to Graham Avenue had almost loaded up full when I finally made it. I boarded immediately and hid away at the back.

I hugged myself and took slow breaths yet it didn't feel like there was any oxygen left in the world until the train began to move. I heaved, slipping down on the cabin chair, my chest rising and falling. I can't believe I actually got away with this.

Last night, I became a fugitive after I hit that blond girl. Now the cops were running around the city and hunting me like I was a killer even though I didn't kill her.

Well it didn't matter now; I was on my way to Graham College. The school was located way beyond those sucker's jurisdiction. I was a free man.

I sat up and placed my head on the table, perhaps I could get some sleep before the train stops.

'Who would think that places like Graham College would end up being a place of refuge for me?' a small smile tugged on my lips. I always thought that place would be none other than hell, to me.

The last time I saw that school was when step-brother, Jason died. Well ex-step-brother. Mother divorced his father shortly after Jason died; another one of her brilliant decisions. I scoffed.

Anyways; I stretched my hand out on the table and then folded it to seem like a pillow. I buried my face in it

I wasn't going back to Graham collage because I wanted to study: I was going back to give Jason the justice he deserved.

I heaved, snuggling nicely on the cabin chair. The bastard who killed Jason, when i find him, I will kill him.

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TWO DAYS LATER

I walked into class, like a breeze. No one noticed me as always. I perched on a seat at the back and covered my face with my ball cap. It's been two days already and the lectures aren't getting any better. I puffed, rolling my bored eyes around the room, hoping something could busy me.

"Why don't you answer it?" a voice said, from afar. The class fell into grave silence immediately. I noticed they were all looking back. I turned too; my brows furrowed.

'What the hell are they looking at? Geez have they all gone crazy, there is nothing here.'

"You in the ball cap, I'm talking to you." The voice spoke again. I turned sharply, looking up. The lecturer smiled at me. I frowned.

'What the F is her problem? I don't even know what the question is.'

I cleared my throat and stood up, taking off my hat. My thin black hair fell, scattering on my shoulders. Murmurs rippled though the room.

"Oh my god, it's a girl."

"Tomboy?"

"I bet she is gay."

I rolled my eyes, and crunched my nose. They disgusted me.

"I don't know the question, mam." I said as polite as I could.

"Well you should pay better attention then." She politely scolded me. I feigned a bright smile.

"Well the question is..." the bells rang immediately; their jingling echoed though the school halls. The students started standing up instantly. The lecturer and her question became background noise. I grinned. 'Damn I have some really good luck'.

I picked up my bag and hobbled though the seats heading for the exit but something halted me; a grab. The grip wasn't too strong but it was enough to hold me down.

I exhaled. 'What now?'

I yanked my hand off, spurning around to face this bold fool. I glared at the bitch behind me with my cold dead eyes.

"Fuck off."

She scoffed. "You don't scare me Lyra Mason. You are a freaking murderer. So this is where you came to hide."

I chucked, devilishly. I had finally recognized the girl. She was Lionel's overprotective cousin. I seriously had no time for her. I finally have a plan on how to find Jason's murderer. I had no moment to spare.

"I don't have time for trash." I spat next to her and turned around, holding my head high. I took a step forward..

Something hit me.

The force was so hard and so unexpected; I stumbled forward, almost falling on my face. It was a water bottle, I realised because i was drenched.

My lungs pumped air so fast, I was panting. My heart was in my stomach and my chest hurt.

'Oh damn, she is going to pay for this.' I sprang up and turned; before the bitch could react, I smashed my fist into her face. We both crashed into the hard classroom floor. For a moment, the world went black.