The Legacy

Chapter 2

Most of the time, during school, I keep a low profile. Yah, I know, you're probably thinking, "Why is she saying this again, I thought we already went over this." Well, sorry for all you impatient dweebs out there, 'cause I said it again.

Well, anyway, I only keep quiet when I want to. All the other times, I can have a mouth. It can be my fatal flaw. I've talked my way into half the teachers hating me already. Which, you know, makes school entertaining and not fun at the same time. It can be funny, but it gets me into a whole load of trouble. The main reason I do it is really just because I hate it when teachers are unfair or being ridiculous.

So, when I keep a low profile, no one really expects me to have a weird outburst when something happens. The other people in the class start, more or less, freaking out. They all have theses looks on their faces, like, "Who is this chick, and why is she saying these things?!" It's pretty funny, actually. It's like they never expected me to actually speak. Maybe they assumed my voice box was critically impared. It'd be pretty funny if they did.

It's a rarity if you see me talking to someone other than Jay or Katrina, and if it's someone else, it's probably just about schoolwork or something. So, that might be why I felt so funny talking to that new guy, even if it was just two or three words. Who knows? Maybe I'd eaten something funny for breakfast.

I didn't see the guy again, for a while at least. Not that I, you know, noticed... Well, anyway, the day dragged on, as it normally did. And I'm sorry if this is boring you right now, but don't stop. Please, please don't stop reading this. You need to know. It could be a matter of life and death. Wow. That sounded so much more corny down on paper than in my head. 

When I walked into History, he was pretty much forgotten. I sat in my usual seat, silent. My classmates filled in the seats around me, and I kept my head down. The teacher, Ms. Hood, wasn't in the classroom yet. Thank god. That woman gave me the creeps. She looked like a frog. No, I mean, JUST like a frog. Squinty eyes and everything. She was my least favorite teacher, and it didn't help that I'm pretty sure she hated me, too. Not that I care.

Well, when she finally came in, I was busy doodling in my history notebook. Ms. Hood had pale, bleached blonde hair and green eyes. Go figure. They were watery, and, as I said, squinting. Everything else was normally human-looking. She was tall with lanky legs, too long for her body. Her hair was short and resembled something of a mullet, which, you know, is kinda weird.

"Good morning..." she droned lazily. She wrote a few things on the board, which I didn't even bother to pay attention to.

She threw herself at her desk, sighing like she'd just run a 5-mile race. As if. She'd probably pass out after ten steps. Not that she was fat or anything, just that she was so skinny she hardly had any muscle. And, lets make it clear, that I don't have anything against skinny people. The last thing I need right now is for you guys to thing I'm prejudice and stop reading this. Jeesh.

"Take out..." I purposefully blocked out her words from my head. It was like the annoying drone of my alarm clock in the morning all over again. I know, I know, I sound like that girl who's always in the back of the room not paying attention. The slacker. But just to let you know, I get good grades. Great, in fact. Probably higher than most of you guys. And, no, that's not an insult. I just don't like the teachers and the riddiculous things they say and do. LIke, one time, Ms. Hood called me "sweet lamb." I was all, "What the heck is that supposed to mean?!" She sent me to the principles office.

"Sophie!" Her snarky shout yanked me out of my daydream.

"Yes?" I grunted.

"Would you mind bringing these papers to the principles office?" She said this slowly, as if she were talking to a child. She was probably only letting me take them because she wanted me out of the classroom. Like I said, she hated me.