Tick, tock… I didn’t really notice that clocks really do make those noises until this class started. I never heard a class be so quiet, usually there was rustling papers or an occasional whisper but it was… *cricket* *cricket*… yeah, that quiet.
Maybe I’m in a class of deaf people and they don’t know how to talk, maybe they’re mute… nah, not really possible to have this many mutes in Los Angeles, right? I don’t know… this whole thing is creepy. I tap my pencil to give a slight noise and people shush me. I scowled, “Don’t shush me.”
More shushing.
Huh, not that I cared much but I could tell it was annoying. If my emotions remained, I would snap and yell out, “STOP SHUSHING ME!!!” but zip, there was nothing. I guess you find that weird I’m kind of a half-there person, like ‘how can you write a diary-thing without emotions’… well, like the hell I know. I just can. It’s a gift. Ask any teacher, I might be just guessing but I think they are emotionless… well, in America they are.
I looked outside to see someone watching me, a boy in a black coat… strangely it wasn’t my usual stalkers, Kam or Shade, but a new one. He was handsome, and he stuck out like a sore thumb. He had pale blond hair, with streaks of purple and blue. He was paler than anyone I’ve ever seen. He wore a white shirt, pale jeans, and a white hoodie hung from his shoulders, the hood up, just covering but a strand of his hair… He looked similar to Kam, but no one had such blue eyes, they looked like Shade’s? It was like they were mashed together… and that made a bad personality. He blinked and put his hand over his heart, crossed it, and gave me a pained expression – an expression of sadness and heartache that it made my heart burn and sizzle like a wasp sting…
And he was me looking right back, it almost seemed like he stopped moving and he was not human but a statue. I breathed in and when I let the breath go, he slowly smiled, showing small, even white teeth.
“B – Are – ya – kay?”
I looked up and saw my teacher looking down at me worriedly, I looked around the classroom, and it was empty… Huh, the bell must have ringed when I zoned out. Why didn’t I hear it? The teacher, Mr. Howard, repeated his words, “Blu, are you okay?”
I nodded.
I stood up and hurried to the door. One of the most dreaded emotions ran through me… that emotion every hates, the one everyone would become invincible without. Where no one would have a reason to cry or run.
It was fear.
I suddenly felt an arm wrap around my waist and I looked up to see Derek. He smiled down at me, “Hey, my special lady…” he blinked at me, “Are you okay?”
I slowly put a fake smile on, “Yes, just kind of surprised.”
I hugged him tight, “Well, I guess you missed me?”
It was more a question than a statement, so I nodded. Slowly, the numbness came back and the fear was erased by Derek’s soothing rumble as he chuckled. He led me down the hall; puffing his chest out, “Yeah, how can you miss this guy?” he shot an arm up and smiled, “I might get detention since I got some guns.” Then he kissed his nonexistent bicep.
I smirked, “Wow, Derek, conceited much?!”
He slowly gave me a smile, maybe he could make it as a male model, “Uh, nah, you should see Justin Bieber, remember how the twerp does ‘oh, baby, baby!’”
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
