The Silver Owl

2

Zoe and I always walk to school together. She lives really close to me so we always meet at my house.

"Hey, I'm sorry about your dad," Zoe tells me.

"Hey, it's not your fault." I reassure her.

"Are you okay?" She asks me.

"I'm fine," I lie. I don't feel bad about lying to her about my emotions. She doesn't need to worry about me. "Hey, what time is it anyways?"

"Oh my gosh!" I give her a questioning look. Zoe breaks out running. I stop, she yells back at me. "8:27!" School starts at 8:30.

"What?!" I yell after her as she sprints away, her backpack thumping against her back.

I sigh. And start running too. I burst into the school, as the populars are walking with their boyfriends to class, they give me mean looks. I don't notice. Or I guess I did notice, but the fact of the matter is that I don't care.

I thank the heavens silently that my first four teachers really don't care that I bring my backpack into class. I slip in at 8:31 as Mr. Gashron is taking role. I slip into my seat next to Zac.

"-ponya," I don't hear the first part, but I know that name. It's Zac's last name.

"Present." Zac says. Mr. Gashron goes threw several other names. Mine included. Zac didn't seem to notice me when I first came in. I feel wounded. How could he not notice me? Am I really that forgettable?

I don't dare say anything. We continue to work on our world studies homework, and Zac talks to the boy next to him, Jacob. He hasn't even looked at me since I walked in. I don't understand.

During homework time, Zac looks me dead in the eye. He looks mad. Really mad.