Her Black Prince Vorandil Aglamir by JT Tomas

Chapter 3

"Do you mind explaining the reason for your tasteless humor while I am trying to teach?" Mr. Sagnam said.

"Ummm." Kyron said sheepishly, he really didn't have an answer because even he didn't know what happened.

"Let off him Teach !the n***a was having dream about getting laid." Ronnie yelled from the back of the classroom, "That's as close as he's gonna get to it anyways." He added.

The room shook with laughter from wall to wall . Kyron got up and ran to his seat, if black people could blush, he'd be bright red. He sat at the desk with his head buried in arms, wanting to disappear so bad it was ridiculous.

Dude, I can't believe I just did that , he despaired , you mean to tell me all that was just a dream? The creature, the voices talking to him, was it all fake? Out the corner of his eye He saw Nicole and Samantha looking at him and talking in hushed tones with smiles on their

face.

He groaned. It's bad enough she knows I'm a punk, now she knows I'm a freak too.

Meanwhile, Mr. Sagnam was struggling to calm the class down.

"Alright class, alright, it was funny but not that funny."

" It wasn't that funny because you ain't getting none either!" Ronnie shot back and the classroom

roared with laughter again. After a few minutes the classroom quieted down enough for Mr. Sagnam to continue his lesson, ( it wasn't like anybody was listening before) but for the rest of the period Devon, Marcus and Ronnie sat in the corner staring at Kyron, grinning like kids who just had their first birthday cake. Kyron felt there stares on his back, but all he could think about was the world he had seen.

He peeked from under his elbow at the window sill where he saw the little creature only moments ago, wondering if he would show up again, holding another golden acorn that could take him to the beautiful city.

But by the end of class no matter how many glances he gave to the windowsill the little man would not appear again.

...DINGG! The class bell rung and the first class of the day was finally over with.

Was I just daydreaming? Kyron thought as he rose from his desk and hurriedly stuffed his notebook and geography textbook back in his backpack. I could have sworn I saw that

thing, and the music, it felt so real. But he didn't have much time worry if it was real or not, he was desperately trying to make it out of the door before...

"Ay bruh, I think it's time to collect." Marcus said.

Kyron's blood froze and his heart started beating fast.

"Yeah i think so to, cuz this n***a aint pay in a while. " Devon said slyly.

Kyron turned around and saw that all three boys were spread out in the classroom walking towards him, grinning evilly, cracking knuckles and pulling up their pants like they were about to fight. Devon and his click played this stupid game where they charged kids they didn't like (and rumor had it a few janitors) , a "F**k Ni***a Fee", for going to the same school that they went too, usually about 50$ a week per person. Since Kyron never had any money, he just always got beat up.

"Come on man, you guys know I don't have anything, just let me be." Kyron pleaded with his hands raised in front of him.

"Oh this nigga aint got our dough too?! Oh yeah bruh, I think it is definitely about that time." Marcus replied and cracked his knuckles.

Without a second thought of the dream, Nicole or anything else Kyron slung the backpack over his shoulder and dashed to the door, he got stuck trying to push past the students that instead of moving, blocked his way because they were eager to see a fight.

"I GOT HIM!" BOOM!

Devon slugged Kyron in the left side of his head with a punch, it sent him sprawling to the ground in pain. As soon as his body hit the cold tile, a wild assault of kicks, punches and even textbooks came at him from all angles. He cried in pain and tried to cover his face from the Jordans, Yeezys and Vans covered feet that kicked him .

WHY DOESN'T ANYBODY EVER HELP ME? he thought desperately, (note that Sagnam watched the whole thing unfold but just shook his head like he didn't see anything )

Everybody else that was still in the classroom, guffawed with laughter, Some cheering on the fighters, others recording the scene and yelling out " Worldstar!"

After the beating was done the four boys stepped over him (literally, Marcus making sure his heavy timberland crushed his hand) and left the classroom all smiling in pride like they had just won a award.

Miserable and beaten, Kyron rose to his knees grabbed his backpack, brushing the dirt off it before slinging it over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom .What other reaction could he have? The beating he got today was the same one that waited for him on the hour, every hour. He turned to Mr. Sagnam who sat at his desk sorting papers with false interest. "You could have done something, or at least try to act like you cared." Kyron said bitterly and walked out the classroom. When he turned out the classroom he rubbed his left hand, now sore from Marcus boot and felt something metal brush his fingers, his mouth dropped once he looked down.

"That's. . That's impossible! "He stuttered and raised a shaking hand to his face; he was wearing the same ring he had worn in the daydream. The red jewel in the center of the golden band flickered and cast a light to Kyron's eyes. We wait for you sire. The voices he heard in the daydream sung. Our realm has lost its King, till eternity we wait for you.

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