Bonnie

1- Stickfigures

     Tick. Tick. Tick.

     The clock was the only thing I could hear besides the scribbling of pencils and obnoxious breathing from the guy who sat next to me. Other than that, it was relatively quiet, until the worst thing I could imagine happened.

     "Class, this is our new student," Mr. Richard started.

     Please don't say it please, I thought, rubbing my temples.

     He smiled. "Bonnie." Dick.

     The class looked at the pretty blonde girl who stood with an awkward smile at the front of the class. I, however, put my hood over my head and looked at the wood pattern on my desk. What are the odds? The person I didn't want to see most is here, at my school, in my AP english class. Maybe she wouldn't see me, maybe she doesn't even remember me. 

     Maybe, maybe, maybe.

     I picked up my pencil and started drawing a happy little stick figure. The head was un-even and the body was to long for it's limbs. It had no hands and no feet, and the eyes looked lifeless. It was a drawing after all. I ended up erasing the mouth and leaving it like it was. It couldn't talk, couldn't speak it's mind. Just like me.

     I heard the scrapping of a chair behind me and inwardly groaned. She had to sit right behind me didn't she? I rolled my eyes as the bell went off and I quickly grabbed my stuff and walked out, leaving the sad, stick figure behind.

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     Lunch was normal. The room was noisy, the girls were gossiping, the world was its usual way. I of course sat by myself, because no one at this school particularly liked me or were to afraid to even look my way. I don't know why, I had always been civilized before this year. I was nice to the people who were shoved around in the halls, helped people when they dropped there books, yet everyone still strayed away from me. So I just stopped trying because let's face it, I wasn't going to get anywhere with these people.

     My table sat outside in the blistering cold but I never complained. I really had no one to complain to anyway. I just sit and eat my lunch and study. That's what a normal teenager does. Right?

     Although, today was different because someone decided to sit right across from me on the equally as uncomfortable, grey, metal table. And, I bet you can guess who it was. 

     There was Bonnie, in all her blonde glory, not looking at me at all. Her cheeks were tinged pink as she clutched her math textbooks to her chest. 

     "I hope you don't mind," she said quietly, "All the seats were taken." I looked around and noticed she was right, it was one of those days when everyone decided to actually go to school and it was crowded inside. I shrugged my shoulders and turned my body to the side, bringing my hood up. I couldn't really tell her no, that would be rude, and even though it pains me to admit it, she stopped me from making a very bad decision. 

     She seemed relieved and set her stuff  on the seat, bringing out a sandwich bag, a bottle of lemonade, and apple sauce. I forced myself to stop looking at her and scowled at myself. Suddenly, I heard a pop and a splash and very annoyed girl. There was a yellowish stain on the front of her white shirt and the bottoms of her hair was drenched. I took in her appearance and burst out laughing. I don't know why, and I probably shouldn't have, but I did and it felt good. 

     Bonnie crossed her arms and tried to glare at me, but ended up laughing with me until we were both gasping for air and clutching the sides of the tables. After our little laughing fest, I looked at her with a small smile and asked what happened. She shook her mangled hair and laughed a bit.

     "I think I over froze my lemonade." She giggled. "What a great impression," she rolled her eyes at herself. I shook my head and stood up, motioning for her to follow me. She tilted her head at me quizzically, as if to ask where we were going.

     "The nurse has extra shirts in her office. Don't think you wanna have a yellow stain on your shirt all day." I said curtly and started walking. She rushed to grab her stuff and walked a bit behind me, not to close and not to far. I pulled my hood off because the laughing had made me hot and for the first time in forever, I didn't feel comfortable in my safe, comfy hoodie.

(A/N- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have read our desc. you'll realize that this account has 3 co-owners. This book and its idea is by Amber and may contain a small amount of editing by Kaitlin and/or Julia. Thank you for reading the first chapter of "Bonnie.")