[COLOR=blue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E V A N D E R  D A R I O[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Monday - Social Conscience, Mather Memorial High School[/sup][/INDENT]

Evander turned his head only slightly towards Aiden and Belle, hearing them converse for a while. He quickly lost interest and began tuning into what Sir Jonas was saying. Trauma, locking up memories - he knew that all too well. He only had one memory that he could not seem to unlock and he is unnerved by the fact that he couldn't remember over twelve hours of his life and that was when he was eight years of age. He had started to remember everything when he was five. So when he couldn't remember anything at the time, he began doing everything he could to recall the events that led up to him getting his power but his parents stopped him, reasoning that his brain locked it away for a reason. He gradually accepted that fact.

Now that it happened again, he stopped himself from actually going too much into it. Something must have happened. His mind locked it up for a reason. But he just felt it was wrong not to remember. Maybe one day, but certainly not today. [i]Nothing[/i] was coming back besides the feeling of fire on his skin and smoke choking him. What interested him in what Sir Jonas said was that he could probably get those memories back. His mood brightened up, albeit only slightly, at the prospect of remembering it. Maybe it would be better to remember. His mind was telling him that something was wrong, unlike what happened in his younger years, and he just might figure out why.

He held the PCF for the field trip in one hand as he walked out of the room. Huh, he never was one for these kinds of things. He never was one for any type of extra-curricular activities. But it seemed that it would be interesting. As much as most of Sir Jonas's lessons didn't appeal to him, it somehow makes him enjoy what was happening. He guessed it was because he didn't seem to have to worry about the grades in this class. And hey, maybe the field trip would actually turn out to be an experience he wouldn't forget. 

[COLOR=blue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E V A N D E R  D A R I O[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Monday - Dario Household [/sup][/INDENT]

Evander dropped the PCF onto the table for his parents to see later on. He moved to his room to get dressed. He was already walking around the house to collect what he needed for the field trip - or as much as he could in his house. They didn't have much stuff so he was certainly lacking some things. After an hour, his mother called him for dinner.

He walked down the stairs just in time to see his father enter the house covered in sweat. Evander nodded his head in acknowledgement and John did the same. As his father headed up to change, he headed towards the table. Mary was still preparing the plates though. "Was that John?" She asked, looking over at Evander as he entered the kitchen.

[color=blue]"Yes."[/color] He replied, biting back a remark on how only his father had the only other key to the house. He tended to go in back and forth teasing with Emily, but he learned that doing that with his mother would only result to him getting in trouble. It is all meant in good fun but his mother just can't get it. Woman doesn't seem to know the difference between a joke and a serious conversation unless directly told. [color=blue]"I think he'll be down after he dresses up."[/color]

And indeed, John was down in home clothing and sat down with the rest of the family. Once everyone was served and eating, Mary began talking, "John, look at this." She handed the PCF to the man and he inspected it with curiosity. He raised his eyebrow as he finished and then looked at his son.

"You? Interested in joining a field trip? [i]Nakakagulat[/i]." John said with a shake of his head and then placing the paper on the table. "And what is this field trip about?" He asked, interlacing his fingers and propping his elbows on the table, setting his curious gaze on his son.

Evander shrugged, [color=blue]"Making friends and teamwork I guess."[/color] He replied before taking another bite to give him ample time to think of something to continue with. [color=blue]"Thought it would be interesting to go, since I think everyone would be going. It's free too."[/color] He continued once he had swallowed his food. 

"[i]O, sige sige[/i]. Good for you anyway. You gotta work on that... uh..." He snapped his fingers as he tried to think of the right word to say. "Socializing thing." He finally said after a few moments. He took a pen from his pocket, which he always seemed to carry around, and then signed the paper. "You better pack up now so you'd be all prepped on Friday."

Evander nodded. Alright, no turning back now.

[COLOR=blue][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]E V A N D E R  D A R I O[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Friday - Mather Memorial High to Orlaith Valley Trail and Park[/sup][/INDENT]

And so the week passed by in a blink and it was already time for their field trip. Like what Sir Jonas said, he had packed lightly - only taking one backpack. Then again, there really isn't much for him to bring in the first place. Once everyone was inside the van, he went inside as well, opting to sit down near the door. Last one in, first one out - perfect location. In the duration of the ride, he would only reply when talked to or when his opinion was needed. It wasn't eventful though and he spent most of the time looking out of the window to watch the buildings zoom by.

When the arrived, he quickly opened the door for everyone and exited first. He took his black backpack and then proceeded to follow the group to wherever the hell they were going. In the two years he has been living here, he honestly hadn't been to anyplace else aside from places he actually needed to be. It would be boring to go hiking alone, seeing as his father was busy and his mother would probably decline the offer, he didn't have anyone else to go with him. Emily was a candidate but she didn't find hiking as exciting as going to the mall.

But he's making excuses at this point. Evander just didn't like it all that much. Plain and simple. But, as stated before, he was willing to give this one a shot. Although he hasn't taken off any of his extra apparel - his scarf and his gloves were still on his person. He had been intent to get the mile hike over with as fast as possible. But it didn't seem that the group had the same intentions.

Or at least, Sebastian was not. No surprise there though. When Evander heard the thud, he turned around to look at what happened as saw Aiden on the ground with Sebastian trying to help. Obviously the latter had done something, or Aiden seemed to think so. Then, the two started to fight. Aiden threw a punch and Sebastian retaliated and the two disappeared into the flora. He wanted to move to help but Sir Jonas had raised his hand to signal them to not interfere as he bellowed out the order to stop.

The next thing Evander saw was fire. It took him another moment to process that it was Sebastian who was on fire. The guy took off his jacket and began to swing it around to extinguish the fire. Where had it come from? Did Aiden carry around a lighter? It wouldn't be much of a surprise considering that he was suspect of being an arsonist. Though in that little scuffle, Evander couldn't see how Aiden would've pulled out a lighter and how quickly it spread on Sebastian's clothing. Before he could even think about what seemed like claw marks on his classmate's body, Winter's little ramble caught his attention.

Huh? Winter was spouting something about the true events of the dance. Something about Aiden controlling fire, Sebastian having super speed, Rita having super strength... she hadn't mentioned anything about him, thank God, but he suspected that perhaps she does know. [i]Perhaps[/i] what happened in the dance made him use his powers. Because he knew he did, he just didn't know why or when or if anyone else saw it. 

When Winter's tears became apparent, Evander couldn't help himself but take a step forward to pat her back. It was a reassuring pat, like a friend would give his friend as comfort. He wasn't close to her by any means, something along acquaintances as always, but he just couldn't help but doing it. But he didn't say anything, not trusting himself that anything he would say would alleviate what Winter was feeling. Though he would move away if anyone else had something better to do. He had no idea what exactly was she talking about, but she obviously knew something.