Jenga

Chapter One- On a Rollercoaster

To be honest, I don't know if I belong here.

I don't know if I belong anywhere.

But for now, I just live it out.

I wait for something amazing to happen. I don't know if I should, but I don't have any idea on how to take action. So I wait.

That's the funny thing about waiting, though. You wait, and on one day, on that day you're thinking it will just be normal like any other day, but it can be the day your life turns around.

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"Noa."

"Noa!"

"No, mama, wake me up in ten more minutes. Get the breakfast ready ple--ouch!"

I look up and see a tall man with swept back hair and deep brown eyes. He has a ruler in his hand.

"You're not my mother, Arthur," I say to him, not even sure if it's Arthur or not. But it is him, because he's the only handsome teacher in this entire school.

"Give me a break, Noa. Stop sleeping in class, alright?"

"Easier said than done," I mumble.

In this class, English class, it's so difficult to stay awake. Seriously. I have enough English in my life already, since I'm in the book club.

Yes, I said it, the book club. Arthur and I are the only ones in the club, and it's going to be disbanded soon because there's only one member.

The reason why I'm the only member in the book club isn't because books are out of fashion, but because the students here believe that I have the ability to summon spirits or something.

Basically, they're afraid of me.

I can't argue with them though; I have really sharp eyes and horribly pale skin. The only good quality I believe I have is my hair. I don't even think the fact that I'm so skinny is even a good thing.

"May I use the restroom?" I ask.

Arthur looks at me in an exhausted way. "Why are you so troublesome? Raise your hand. It's not hostility, it's just a principle."

I keep my eyes on him for a while, trying to figure out how his brain works.

One minute he's on a rollercoaster with me and the next, he's a cop.

I just don't want to admit he's right, although he usually is. 

I finally take my eyes off him and head for the restroom.

It's a long way there; the English room is in the back of the school.

I pass by a few classrooms and I stop in my tracks when I look out the window to my right.

It's raining severely outside, but apparently two people in particular don't care, even though they might get colds tomorrow morning.

It's not my problem.

It's not supposed to be my problem, but I can't just stand around and watch two guys stand in the pouring rain like idiots.

So I start to walk to the exit, but then I start running over there because the two guys begin physically fighting.

Now I feel like I'm in a drama.

I should be used to this, but my heart won't stop pounding my chest.

I step oustide and let the rain fall down my face.

I look at the two guys, one has dark brown bed headed hair and the other has neck-length light brown hair with peircing, really peircing eyes, like mine.

They're still fighting, the two of them.

I, not thinking straight, start towards them, when bed-head sees me and freezes.

No, I know his name. He's. . . in my class.

"Charlie!" I shout.

Then neck-length notices me, does one more swing at Charlie and runs for it.

But I, once again not thinking, grab him by the arm. He glares at me and swings his arm forward, hitting me in the side of my face.

I drop to the ground, and it hurts, but I don't say anything.

Instead, Charlie punches neck-length in his gut, grabs my arm and we run inside the building together.

I don't even know what happened or why it just happened, but I can say that the world is a dangerous place.

"Crap, it hurts. . ." I press my hand dwn on my cheek, and my eyes begin watering. 

I usually don't cry, but my cheek hurts so much that I don't even care right now.

"Did you know you'd get hurt?" Charlie asks me.

I nod.

"Then why'd you come up to us?"

"Because I couldn't stand there just watch two idiots beat the crap out of each other."

"Even if you don't know the reason?"

"Even if."

"You know, for an eerie-looking girl, your heart is probably in the right place. Don't get involved with an idiot like me."

"I don't have an intention of getting involved with you, but could you take me to the nurse please?"

Charlie looks down at me, dumbfounded. "Can't you go yourself?"

"No. . . I feel a little light-headed." I start to fall, but Charlie's arms catch me and he lifts me up.

It's troublesome, but. . .

"It's troublesome, but. . . this'll have to do."

It's alright.

Easier done than said.