I stood there in the hallway, watching Joshua walk away.
What the hell was that?
For a second, I had forgotten my sadness. I had been , not quite happy, but, oh I don't know, maybe, dazed? That had never happened with anyone. And when I said anyone, I meant it. I felt the current of electicity run down my arm, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Stop it, Mabel. Control your electricity.
Slowly, the current faded, leaving me staring at where he had walked off. He hadn't treated me like a freak, but more of a friend.
That hasn't happened in a while..
I looked at my watch, and panicked. I had half a minute to make it down the hall.
I broke out into a run, feeling my feet hit the marble floor. My black hair was swept behind me, my grayish eyes darting, trying to find the class.
Which one was it?!?
I saw the decorated door for my English class, and darted through it, just as the bell rang. That was close, I thought. Ms. Jones stared at me, smiling, sympathy in her eyes. So far, she was my favorite teacher here. She knew about my mother, so she wasn't quite as harsh.
I heard a snicker from the back of the room, and I turned my head towards it. A blonde girl, wearing a skimpy, low cut shirt that was hardly in dresscode, and a brunette, that had so much makeup on she looked like a clown. The blondie stared at me, looking me up and down, and popped her gum, loudly whispering, "She's the one who Joshie pushed down. Now I see why," she laughed.
I stared down at the floor, tears brimming my eyes. I felt the static run down my arms, and I clenched my fist. I slowly walked to my seat, near the back of the classroom, next to a girl with red hair and glasses, and a boy who was sleeping. I looked down, and grabbed my spiral.
For the rest of the class, I was thinking about Joshua. Did he really mean to push me down? He was so nice though. My thoughts wandered to my mom, and what she would've done. I'm sure my mom would have walked over and slapped the shit out of the bimbos.
She had that 'can-do' attitude.
But I wasn't my mom, I was plain old Mabel, who got her mom killed because she could mess with electricity. My power was very limited, unless I had a really strong emotion running through me, like I did the night of her death, which was fear. I had never been able to light my hands up that before, so it was new. My mother had the ability as well, but for some reason, as she got older, it started to fade away. It was strange, and unexplainable. For all we had known, we were the only two who could do this.
Maybe I should sign up for freak show.
I turned my attention to the board, where Mrs.Jones was going over analogies. I glanced over at the blonde girl, who I believed was named Ashley, and noticed she was staring at me. She smirked, and mouthed, "Freak." I looked down, hiding my face behind a curtain of black hair. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out, headed for the small bathroom at the end of the hall. I burst through the door, and shut it quickly. Tears welled up in my eyes, and streamed down my face. I picked up my act, and glanced at the mirror.
My long, black hair cascaded down behind my back, having a pretty, nautral wave to it. My eyes, besides being red from crying, were shining a bright gray color. I had the type of face that in highschool, you would kill for. My skin was milky white, and my lips were a soft pink. My friend at my old school used to be so jealous because I had never gotten acne while I was growing up. I was super skinny, but not because I was starving myself. I'm not stupid, I wouldn't do that. I was tall, which was why I had no fat.
I was pretty, I guess, but it didn't matter. No one liked me anyway.
I pushed open the door, and heard a thud, and something fall on the ground.
I rounded around the door, and gasped. Joshua layed on the ground, cupping his nose, which was gushing out blood.
"Josh! I'm SO sorry!" I knelt down by him, helping him sit up. I pulled out a tissue from my bag, wiping underneath his nose. Mabel! You idiot!
I helped him up, and we walked down to the nurse, while he was laughing and saying he should've looked up. He glanced over me, and I had forgotten my eyes were still puffy.
"Mabel, are you ok?" He asked.
"What? Oh, I'm fine." I looked down.
He grabbed my arm, and stared me in the eye. Those eyes...
"Tell me what happened, I may be able to help," he said, looking at me dead on.
"It's nothing, really," I lied, obviously fake.
He frowned, and I saw disappointment in his eyes. We reached the nurses office, and I sat by him, while Ms.Fry put ice on his nose. She said I could stay, since I had walked him down. She was a nice lady, with blonde curls and a old, caring face.
Ms. Fry went into her office, and Josh turned his attention back to me. "Mabel, tell me what's wrong, or I swear to god I will jump off the roof," He said, while smiling.
"This blonde girl named Ashley said you meant to push me down, and was calling me a freak, and I accidently hit you, and I can't take it. I mean, I knew you didn't like me at all, but they just made it worse," I burst out, and quickly put a hand over my mouth.
Oh My God.
He stared at me, and I realized I was crying.
Josh suddenly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, and holding me tight. He smelled like colonge, but not the nasty strong type, more like the gentle, nice guy stuff.
"I'm so sorry Mabel, those girls are bitches," He whispered. "Of course I like you, who wouldn't?" He pulled away, and he turned red. "I-I mean as a friend, I just met you." He grinned, making me smile.
What was happening to me?
