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Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I sighed, glancing at my shirt and twirling a strand of my brown hair around my finger while my teacher was rambling on about some war. I took a good look at his bored expression for a while. He was certain that about 2% of the class was even resgistering what he was rambling on about, whether we were texting under our desks, doodling, or like my case, daydreaming about absolutely nothing. I wondered why he was even trying so hard.

"Tuesday?" he interrupted my thoughts. I blushed and snapped back to reality, realizing I had been staring at him.

"What? I mean, yes?" I asked.

"You were the only one listening to me, why not review with a simple question? Perhaps that will get the attention of all of you?" he raised his voice to try in an attempt to get anyone to even look up at him. My face turned beet red as I saw all faces watching me, anticipating me for my answer, eager to make some kind of joke out of it as soon as I responded. You see, I'm not exactly what someone would call a normal person going on with her life. I was the kind of person that was made fun of for her every move, and those simple jokes would spread into large rumors. Everyone at school fed off being awful to me.

"No thank you," I squeaked quietly, feeling the glares boring into me.

"No no, please, answer. I would like to know which side you would have taken in this scenario," he calmly said, so sure that his wonderful lecturing would make me answer in an intellectual way, in some sick way to try to make the rest of my classmates feel bad while I was "paying attention."

"I... would take the good side," I quickly muttered in a single breath in hopes no one would hear. But the people well in earshot began to laugh and repeat it loudly. I closed my eyes in frustration as stupid rumors other people had started before began to swirl around the room and everyone remarked about how idiotic I was. I darted my glazing glare at a group in particular, being the most annoying and always being the first to make fun of me. They sat in their football jerseys, looking smug and like they owned the world.

"Thursday, I knew you were an idiot, but this, this is just great," Jake remarked while laughing hysterically. I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arm. It was absolutely irritating that he had called me Thursday, when he clearly knew my god-awful name. He was practically obsessed with it, making some joke about it any chance he got.

"Yeah? What's your opinion then?" I quickly snapped at him. All of his fellow groupies that followed him around like he was the only thing that was important to them smirked at me.

"Yes, Mr. Blainley, I would like to hear your views as well," Mr. Marbos replied to my lame comeback. Jake panicked for a second and his eyes wandered around the room, then the horrible sound of the bell rang, causing everyone to sprint out of the most boring class in the world.

Huh, saved by the bell. I painfully picked up all of my books and ran out into the chaotic mess most people call the hallway. The talk rang throughout the school, about tests, homework, parties, and no doubt, me.

I tried to best to avoid everyone, especially my least favorite people who would obviously to try to taunt me. I looked down, trying to hide my face by letting my hair spill in my face, but I suddenly felt myself bumping into something and I looked up. I had bumped into someone, rather. Regardless of what I had bumped into, he was an unrecognizable face that was impossible to look away from. He swept his blond hair swiftly from his eyes and I froze. He was already gorgeous, but when I saw his green eyes, I felt like squealing like a crazy fangirl at a concert. My heart pounded dropped to my feet, and everything around me seemed to disappear. I started to apologize immediately, but when his eyes met mine, his expression softened.

"No, no, its fine, that was my fault," he said in a voice barely audible over the crazy noise in the hallway. I started to open my mouth to say something, but I heard a deafening crack and a sudden pain on the back of my head cut off any intentions to speak. I knew the sound of a breaking egg all too well. I guess being egged like you were a human target qualified you for being familiar with the awful sound of the delicate white shell breaking and pouring out the disgusting contents of raw egg out.

I didn't need to look behind me to see who had done it; it was obvious. I stormed angrily to the bathroom wearing a look of pure hatred.