I quickly boarded the bus. As I swiftly walked to one of the empty seats I stepped on one of my untied shoelaces and practically landed flat on my face. The whole bus burst into laughter.
I just blushed and sat down next to a random guy who's in my math class.
I have a weird habit of noticing things I shouldn't. I noticed the poor kid had acne in the shape of an L on his forehead.
Anyways, I started manipulating what I was told was called "the mist". I made it look like I was digging through my backpack for pencils, but really I was looking for my throwing knives.
I was insanely good at throwing these knives. I don't understand why.
My dad and stepmom don't know I bought them. They couldn't care less.
I manipulated the mist to where it looked like I was chucking a pencil at the bus driver, but was actually throwing a knife at the back of her head.
The demon spirit or whatever possessing her quickly flew away.
As we parked for the next stop I walked up to the bus driver trying to look innocent.
"Hey, um, some of the boys in the back of the bus threw my pencil up here, I was just wondering if I could have it back?" I asked her.
"Sure kid." She handed my back my throwing knife.
I grabbed it and sprinted back to my seat.
I checked my phone for any texts from my 'friends'.
They weren't really my friends. I have no friends. There just a group of haters that hang out in the library during lunch. I hang out with them because with my stupid life there's nothing better to do.
These really bad rumors about me started when I tried to tell my abusive ex boyfriend that I saw demons. He wasn't abusive back then.
But after I told him that, he was.
He told me that he didn't want to be known as 'the guy with the demon possessed girlfriend'. He told me that if I told any one he'd hurt me.
I broke up with him, so he started the rumors. Everyone at this school thinks I'm demon possessed and crazy now.
I can't be that crazy, can I?
I am the best student in all of my classes, but the worst part about my life is my ADHD and dyslexia. It totally sucks.
The bus pulled to a stop and I heard the emergency brake be pulled.
The administrators should have just replaced the giant sign that said 'welcome to Vivian Middle' with one that said 'welcome to hell.'
I climb of the bus and walk myself to my locker as the bell rings.
Ugh. I don't like school.
I walked to my first period class. Something about this passing period was different. I noticed someone hadn't seen before. This was odd. The school was small, and the loud speakers hadn't announced anyone new was joining the eighth grade wing, and I knew about everyone, after all, I had been going here three years.
He smiled at me. Loving the attention, I smiled back. Then he was whisked away with the rest of the passing crowd.
How come I haven't noticed him before? Is he just a figure of my imagination? Am I actually crazy?
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The Dark Will Find A Way (Nico Di Angelo Fanfic)
FanfictionI had walked around Vivian Middle School many, many times. But this passing time was different. I noticed someone I hadn't seen before. This was odd. The loud speakers hadn't announced a new kid in the eight grade wing, and this school was very fami...
