The Normals

One Word

Invisible.

That would be one word to describe myself.

Completely and absolutely concealed form the world.

But of course, that wasn't what my new English teacher wanted to hear. No, Mr. Johanson wanted a positive answer when he asked me to concoct a single word that describe myself as a person. Just like they all do.

So, I decided to please him.

I wrote one single word that would make him either despise me or adore me. It all depended on his sense of humor.

Bitch.

Was the word I chose.

With a small smirk on my face, I folded the white sheet of parchment in half, and slid out of my desk. My boots made a soft clacking noise on the baby blue tinted floor as I approached Mr. Johanson. Then, with one swift movement, I set the sheet on his desk.

His youthful eyes met mine for a second. "Thank you." He mumbled, his dark green orbs returning back to his paperwork. I said a quick "Yep." Before turning back to my desk to retrieve my violet colored book bag. I swung the right strap over my shoulder, and headed towards the room's exit.

"Hey wait." The new English teacher called after me. "Vera, wasn't it?"

I turned to him, nodding.

At first, I thought he would lecture me about my word choice, but then I saw the unopened piece of paper I placed on his desk. Right where I had left it. "Is there something you need Mr. Johanson?" I asked, a little to innocently.

"No, you just forgot to put you name on your paper. I can take care of it though." He offered my a pleasant smile from his desk, but my face remained passive. He chuckled, looking me up and down. "You know Vera, you spent an awfully long time answering a single question. Normally, students rush for the door when the final bell rings, but you stayed and thoroughly answered the question. Even though it was a simple question, you thought it through. Can I ask why that is?"

I rose an eyebrow.

Well, this was different.

Usually, teachers just grade papers and leave me alone. But this one is actually commenting and perhaps complementing me on my diligence. This definitely is a strange one the school staff hired.

"I guess," I begun, struggling to find the right words to match my point. "It was because I couldn't find single word to describe who I am. I am more than just one word. Personally, I think I am an array of strange words put together in an ugly, cluttered clump." I took a soft breath, thinking my point was understood. Or maybe, he had no idea what I was trying to say.

Mr. Johanson nodded, eyes glued on me as if I were mesmerizing. "Interesting." He muttered before sitting back in his chair. "Well Vera, I hope I get to know you more this year. You seem like a fascinating pupil, and I look forward to teaching you." He offered my another pearly smile.

"Ugh, thanks." Goosebumps arose on my pale skin once I turned to leave once again. No one had ever acknowledged me here, let alone a teacher. This certainly was rare.

The deserted hallways lined with butter colored lockers met me once I left Mr. Johanson's room. And the familiar hallways led me out the of the school, and into the Junior's parking lot.

But when I opened my car door for the millionth time, I couldn't help but think Mr. Johanson's high expectations for me would be crushed once he actually saw the word that described me. This made me chuckle under my breath.

Oh yes, I was indeed a bitch.

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A/N: Hope you are enjoying the chapters so far :) There is much more to come.

Love ya my little turtles

- S