Seperated

[1] Meet up

I carried my backpack into school. Great, another day of torture. History, Protractors and Algebra, Drama, and Chorus. Evil, true evil.

The first two classes (4 hours total) were over. I but my binders, planners, calculator, pencil bag... Etc. away. I grabbed my iPhone and shut my locker, and started to head to lunch. I felt eyes watching me. I turned around a saw a group of 9th graders in study hall. "Ms. Castillo," they kindly said in unison. These kids don't seem so bad. But Ms. Castillo?

"Call me Susan." I smiled, I have never had to say THAT before...

"Can we get photos?" They all stepped closer, eager smiles glaring up at me.

I sigh. Great, more of this.

"Sure." I smiled. I hate being popular, and I only am for one reason. My eyes. I posed with each girl and took a photo, I knew my make up was on point.

"Thank you!" They giggled to each other and cheered. That was actually fun for once, they weren't crazy news reporters.

"No problem." I wave and walk into the lunch room, that only took a minute or two. I looked around, trying to spot my friends. Well, technically they were my best friends before the accident that changed my eyes from hazel to a literally glowing crystalized diamond blue with mint green mint in the middle. Elizabeth whipped out her iPod and began to write on Wattpad. Great, that app again? So lame.

Well, this is how it all started.

I jumped up from the table and slammed my hand down. "Stop trying to put my life into a book!" I screamed, the lunch room got quiet and I could hear the hurried, heavy steps of the angry principal getting closer. Elizabeth stood up quietly, holding her iPod down. "I am only writing a book from your perspective." She calmly sneered.

"I don't want crap from you, stop writing about my life or I will TRASH YOU!" I extended my arm and smacked her down. What am I doing? Sure, she is the most interested in me of the group, but this is uncalled for! It's like I can't control my own body...

"Susan!" An angry male voice boomed, the principal! I still had a way out! I grabbed my iPhone 6+ and bolted, flailing out the door and into my red four door Ferrari. Spoiled, right? My parents cherish me. I put the keys into the ignition and backed out, speeding away from the school.

I noted that I ran a red light, but who cares.