A shy girl in Polis High floats by unnoticed, following in her mother's footsteps. It's not until something happens in her life that causes her to go out of routine and people may start to see the girl that was once the Polis High ghost. What happen...
Ok I've accepted the fact that I get bored of writing stories and never finish them. Then I come up with an idea for a new one and start it. So just a warning this is most likely never going to be finished. I think this is going to be all in Clarke's POV. Anyways good luck and enjoy! —— Clarke is a junior at Polis High School in Virginia and is a very introverted, shy girl. She focuses on her grades rather than her social life and ignores most people who try and talk to her. It may come off as rude, but to her she gets terrified of anyone that approaches her. She knows that no one in the school knows who she is or could pick her out of a crowd and she likes that. She likes being able to float around without anyone noticing. Her mother is a doctor and is quite adamant about her daughter becoming one too. Clarke thinks she wants that too, I mean why wouldn't she want to make that good of money and follow in her mother's footsteps?
Since she is practically a ghost to Polis High, no one noticed when she came in with a tear stained face and ratty clothes. Not one person gave her a second look, ignoring the broken girl in front of them. It wasn't until a few days later, Friday, one of Clarke's teachers spoke to her (a bit too loud for a private conversation) about her dropping grades that anyone noticed.
I nodded to the teachers concerns and promised to do better. When he walked away I heard a voice from beside me say "Hey if you need some help I could give you a few tips, help you on studying?" I assumed they were talking to someone else and didn't look away from my paper showing a big fat F in the middle of it. "Hey I'm talking to you." The girl spoke again. I look up at her and meet her gaze for a few seconds before looking shyly at the floor. I don't answer her question and she says "I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were crying." She says before I hear her fiddling with papers. Of course she didn't know I was crying, why would she? No one ever does."Here. If you want to talk, there's my number. I'm Lexa." She gets up and sets a paper down on my desk. I look at it then up to her again to see her smiling down at me. Getting uncomfortable with the eye contact, I look back down at the paper. "See you later, Clarke." She says before walking away. I look up at her leaving, confused as to how she knew my name. Then I pick up the paper and give it one last look before shoving it into my pocket and my failed test into my backpack. The bell had already rung and I would be late to class if I didn't go. Not like that mattered anyways. —— Driving home, my mind immediately wandered to that brunette, green eyed girl. The radio blasted in the background, some song I didn't know. I didn't care though because none of this seemed to matter right now. Not school, not friends, not sleeping, not.. anything really. My mind has seemed like a cramped room that I couldn't get out of, ever since what happened a few days ago... nothing has made sense, and I can't get out of the loud room that is my head. The thing that confused me is that... when I looked into the eyes of that girl everything went quiet. I could think different thoughts again. And I couldn't understand how a girl I just met had that power over me. Lexa. I couldn't just text her. Right? That would be insane.
I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. I dreaded walking in. I knew what I would be walking into and I just don't think I could handle that right now. In attempt to calm my mind I take out my phone and scroll through Instagram. I find myself searching Lexa's name in the search bar and clicking her profile when I found it:
Lexa Woods Junior at Polis High ⚽️ Soccer | Candles 🕯 "We are what we are" "No one fights for me"
I scrolled through the photos, noticing they're all black and white, and clicked on one that caught my eye.
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I stared in aw of her gorgeous eyes. It's like it made all my worries wash away in a matter of seconds. I was afraid that if I looked away I would be faced with reality again. Without thinking I liked the photo and then freaked out a bit longer. She's gonna think I'm a freak! I scrolled down to find this photo, she's gonna think I'm stalking her!!
My thoughts were interrupted by my phone vibrating in my hands. I look to the top of the screen to see that Lexa had DMed me on Instagram. My face paled as I read the text from the notification: "Hey! I see you found me. Are you alright?" I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in when I saw she didn't comment on me liking an old photo. Once I've calmed down from my mini panic attack I went and opened the message. I hesitated but then typed a reply "Why are you being so nice to me?" I sent it and then waited for an answer.
It only took about 5 seconds for her to reply, saying "So she speaks! It seemed like you needed someone to talk to. And I am someone so why not?" I still don't understand why she's being like this. "Why would I talk to a total stranger?" I ask, cringing when it seems like I'm being rude. "I'm a good listener? Besides I'm not a total stranger, we've been in the same class all year." She replies. I start typing but then second guess my answer and delete it. I look back up to my house that I don't want to go to and think. I look back at my phone and type "I don't want to be home right now. I'm going to the park across from school if you wanna come... I'm not gonna promise I'll talk though." My finger hovers over the send button and I get nervous. Just then another text comes in from her. "You don't have to tell me anything... Just if you want to get some things off your chest, I can do my best to help you. And with school work too." That message gave me the reassurance I needed to send my text. Once it's sent, I put my phone down and back out of my driveway, driving off back in the direction of school.
