The Misunderstood

Chapter 1

She was sitting at her desk in her room, while reading a book she always did. Getting dressed in the clothes she always had too wear for school. While she was getting dressed she sensed a strange feeling she was very used to.
A bad feeling. No words could explain this bad feeling good enough. But i may try, its a knawing feeling that someone or something will hurt , her or her family. But she pushed this thought away.

When she was done with getting dressed she walked down stairs to her parents reading the normal newspaper. No high tech stuff for them only because, they were middle class even though her family is one of the important ones.

The rest of the morning went how it always did. Her eating, having small talk to her parents, walking to school, getting her schedule, and going to her first class.

As she sat down she thought to her self "oh god where is she?... I thought she said she had first-" her best friend came troting in, all smiles.

They have been together forever. Best of friends they were misunderstood in class a lot. Instead of being quiet like they should, they talked and giggled.
She was always jealous of her friend. She was tall and thin. Nice body and a very nice skin tone. She was pale all over with dark brown hair that was long and, always styled the way that was almost scene like. Big blue-grey eyes with a natural beauty. Small nose and thin eyebrows. Her friend had a small build but enough to be able to notice it. All guys fall for her.

"Hey dani, how was your morning?" She smiled a big smile and looked at me. "Hello darling, how is it never boring? But hey, did you hear though? There is a new boy! People say he is hot like smoking." She always makes me laugh i love her british accent. You could never not laugh at some words she says.

"Really? And like always. Im not interested, im not like you... Im not pretty and stuff."

She looked as if i had slapped her. "Snow Rush! Dont you ever say something like that again or i will slapp you so hard with a book. Just to hope i knocked some sense into you!" I busted out laughing, but i fell short when i saw her serious face.

Once class started we went into everything you always do when its the first day of school. "Welcome to the class my name is mr/mrs/miss/ms blah blah blah." I just zoned out. I felt something hit my head almost like something hit me.

A sharp pain went through it and something told me to look up.

There he was... One of the most handsomest boys i have ever seen in my life! He was tall. He had ether dark brown hair or black hair, i couldnt tell i was to far back. But his eyes you could definitly tell he had bright blue sparkling eyes. Tanned yet pale skin. Muscular body that his t-shirt hugged in the right places.

I froze. He looked familiar... Like from the store... Or the park. something around there. Then i remembered the pain. I put my head down and counted to 10. When i pulled my head up he was infront of me. The desk infront of me eyeing me. I met his stare and locked eyes.

He put his hand out and smiled... "Im Micheal, whats your name pretty girl?"