Obscurus

Two weeks later, Ronald, as much as he wanted to forget what he had seen at that time— it was still fresh in his mind, and it kept him up for more than two weeks, two weeks! He was hesitant to tell everyone what he had witnessed because he was worried no one would believe him. I mean, two men appearing and disappearing, and one of them killed an owl without even firing a rifle or throwing anything!

    Who would believe in such a Gandalf-ishes? Even Gabriel was aware of his own limitations in determining what is true and what is false, when it comes to reality. He groaned as he shifted positions; it was two o’clock in the morning and he couldn't sleep. Oh, God, please, for the sake of today's school, let this eight-year-old kid fall asleep.

    Ron slept for only two hours until Charlotte woke him up,"Hey, sleepy head, the school bus is coming in 20 minutes!"

    "Charlotte, just five more minutes please." Ron grumbled as he hugged his side pillow, "Your waffles are ready." Ron jumped up immediately at that— and narrowed his eyes on his sister, who was giggling and shoving his school bag in his face.

    "Let's go," she said as she walked out of the room, Ron pouting as he pondered locking the door to his bedroom the next time. He walked down the hall to the kitchen and saw his siblings already there; her mother kissed him on the forehead and told him to have breakfast right away because the bus was coming—and there’s no waffles.

    At school, Ron took a nap on his table during art class, and his art teacher, Mr. Midwest, was upset. But, at the very least, his art grade doesn’t drop. He ate his lunch with his classmate inside the room, and he noticed almost of them were talking with each other— Ron was envious. Not until a boy put an apple in his tray.

    “I hate fruits.” The boy said.

    "And that led you to put it to mine—who are you to do as you please?” He really didn't mean it, but the boy appeared to be hurt by it and retrieved the apple to talk to others. What!!

     “Dude! That was a joke; apples are delicious. Let me to take it!” Ron said as he snatched an apple from his tray. “No!" The boy yelled and snatched it back.

     “No!” Ron yelled, snatching it back, and the two of them ended up wrestling. Their teacher separated them, and Ron realized why he hadn't made a friend in the previous three years in this school, the boy he had just wrestled kept crying. Ron was confused as he noticed the apple’s color became blue in his hand.

     "Now, Mrs. Taylor, would you mind telling me what is going on with your child, and why he had just painted blue color on his classmate's apple?"

     Ron sighed when he overheard the teacher conversing with his mother in the office. “Wrong? My son is perfectly fine, thank you—and so why would he paint blue on someone's apple?”

    "That is my question, Mrs. Taylor," the teacher stated as he flipped a paper. "Oh, Mr. Midwett also informed me that he was sleeping in class."

    “He did—what?”

     Finally after one hour of talking, Mrs. Taylor crossed her hands in front of him. “I was only trying to make a friend—and sleeping in class, well, I couldn't help myself.” He reasoned out.

    "Right, and?”

    “I am sorry.” Ron said.

    "Not to me, but to the boy you just wrestled."

    "Right..." he murmured as he stood up, and Mrs. Taylor hugged him on the side, “See you later at home.” She said before walking away, leaving Ron alone in the corridor—when the office door opened, he noticed the bald teacher.

   "Do you think the wig looks better on you?" He asked.

    “What did you just say—?”

     So, when the next day arrived, he immediately apologized to the boy he had just wrestled with. "I baked some cookies for you," he said. As a result, the boy softened a little at him and confessed that the cookies are awful.

     "Oh, I put some dog food in it since our dog wanted some of the cookies; don't dogs only eat dog food, and humans only eat human’s food, and when you mixed both, the both can eat it?" Ron was confused when the boy began vomiting, "Sheesh," he added.

    "What?" Ron was later found outside the office. "I spent three hours baking those," he explained to his mother, who was crossing her arms yet again.

    When he arrived home with Charlotte, he found Gabriel was laughing at Alex who were trying the cookies that Ron had been left in the kitchen counter. "True, it's awful," she said.

    After those two days, Ron was finally able to go asleep properly, but when he hopped off from the school bus the next morning, he noticed some people with strange looking coats and hats glancing at him. Ron looked at them as they began whispering to each other; Ron felt uneasy and ignored them. This continue for three weeks, and he was feeling nervous going outside of home.

     “Ron, I thought you were outside with Dog," Gabriel said as he noticed Ron sprawled on the rug in the living room, watching a cartoon on TV.

     “Eh.” He only responded.

     Gabriel frowned and reached for a carton of juice from the fridge. "I think we have some new neighborhoods with weird looking clothes."

     Ron immediately sat up when he heard it, ‘What—where—here?” He spluttered.

     Gabriel gave him a strange look and said, “Uhh, yeah? I went to my best friend's house yesterday."

    Ron lifted the drapes in their living room sliding door, peeked outside, and saw their front yard, where Dog was playing alone. But he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

    "What's the matter?" “Gabriel asked, holding a glass of juice behind him.

    "Um—nothing, just don't you think they're odd?"

     "You, looking like an idiot was odd," Gabriel replied lazily, and Ron mimicked him as the two began chasing each other.

    Ron decided to go outside, and play Frisbee with Dog, it was Saturday after all and Charlotte later joined her. “Charlotte!” Ron heard someone called her sister.

    He found two girls waving at her sister. “Ah! Evelyn, Tiffany!” Charlotte beamed at them, Ron looked at their shoes with a wheels on it.

    “What’s that?” He asked Charlotte pointing at the two girls’ shoes.

    "They're called roller skates!" She remarked as she went inside. Ron was confused as she returned outside, holding a pair of roller skates—he watched the three laughing and skating each other not that far away from him and Ron was left alone again playing with Dog in the front yard. Gabriel no longer wants to play with him, preferring to lock himself away in his room—or sometimes sneak in to play with his best friend instead.

    Ron sniffed as he threw the Frisbee for Dog to catch. At the very least, he was getting better at throwing it.

    Monday came, and Ron started seeing those weird people again, it was like—it was like following him even at school, which is very creepy. He was expecting them to get bored at him, but they were not. Ron glanced at them and he started counting them, they were at least twelve people. However, at school, he can’t find them, maybe they were hiding somewhere?

      When Ron walked into the classroom, their Math teacher was already preparing for the lecture as she waited for the others to arrive, they were putting their homework at the table—and Ron groaned because he had forgotten his homework.

    "I knew that look," she said, pointing to three boxes in the back of the classroom. “Outside. Put it in the dumpster in the back of the gymnasium, and hurry because class starts in 12 minutes.”

     Ron grumbled as he walked through the pile of three boxes in the back; he really really hated his math teacher, who was really irritating—like this! She could just leave a missing mark in their notebooks instead of punishing them; her class sucks. He was relieved that the other teachers weren't like her; his favorite teacher, Mr. Midwett, doesn't assign homework at all because he wants them to see how well they work in a piece of art. However, he is still upset with his art teacher for telling that bald teacher about him sleeping in class.

     Anyway, the boxes weren't all that heavy. He was walking outside to the back of the gymnasium when he spotted four boys laughing in front of the dumpsters and he immediately recognized them.

     "I hate to say it, but—class will begin in 12 minutes," he told them, still holding the boxes because the three boys were blocking the way. But they were ignoring them, so Ron waited for two minutes before saying, "I SAID DICK HEADS GET OUT OF THE WAY."

     He couldn't remember the boy's name; it was something like Ray, Reed, or Ridge—Ridge! He was the one he punched in you-know-what before. Ron huffed as the taller boy spun around, arms crossed.

     “Will you please get out of the way?” He said.

     “Why would we?”

      “Because class will starts soon.” Ron was tempted to roll his eyes, but he didn't want to get into a fight. Ridge snorted and grabbed one of the boxes, and Ron seemed surprised by the help—or not. He saw him flipped the box upside down and he watched how the confetti flew everywhere.

          Ridge's friends took the boxes on his arms, and to his surprise, they did it as well. As they went away, one of them pushed him hard and he fell on the ground. Ron figured that if he was in the movie, those boys would undoubtedly be the bully characters!

      He grumbled as he brushed the dirt off his blue t-shirt and sighed at the confetti that was all over the place. “Need help?” Ron jumped to his feet and turned around to see a tall woman with wavy blonde hair wearing a vegan black coat. Ron hesitated and nodded, not wanting to waste time. But he was still confused as to why a strange woman was in their school; was she a parent of someone—?

     Ron crouched to the ground as he pulled the box and heaped the confetti with his hands before placing them inside of it. The woman started walking towards to another direction, pulling a stick from her coat.

     “What are you doing?” Ron asked.

     "Getting the job done quickly," she said, waving the stick. Ron’s jaw dropped as he watched how the boxes flew through the dumpsters before the confetti heaped their own within.

      "Now, we don't have time, boy." Ron was frozen in place as he heard loud cracks and saw eleven people in black long coats suddenly appearing around him, holding a sticks and they started pointing it at him.

     “Where is Repholius?”