Emily Sanders and the List (on hold)

Chapter 2

*pic of Kate*

My school is one of those cliché schools you read about in books. Everyone has a status, you stay in the group you were assigned, and rumors spread like wildfire. That's how it has always been.

So it's not a complete surprise that I'm going to have unwanted attention. As soon as I open the doors people are staring. Some girls in the corner whisper to each other while some give me looks of pity. I feel my body heat up as everyone's eyes follow me down the hallway. This is exactly what I was afraid of, I feel like some sort of freak. Stupid paper! Why did you have to ruin my life!

My body starts to shake until Kate tightens her grip on my hand, telling me she is still here. I calm down a little. I keep my head low as we go to the office and get our schedules. We find an empty table and sit down.

"Ready?" John asks. We have this ritual type thing where we look at are schedules together to see if we have any classes together. "On three."

"One. Two. Three. CHECK!" We all yell together. We flip our papers over and read what they say. Kate and I squeal when we see we have art and math with each other. John has math with us as well and has psychology and chemistry with me.

We go to our lockers and get what we need. As the bell rings John and I say goodbye to Kate as we head to psychology. I always love studying psychology, wanting to be a therapist one day, at least I did.

People still stare at me as we take our seats in the front. Yeah that's right, I'm a first class nerd. Sitting in the front, straight A's, honor roll. The whole package. But I don't mind, I like being smart.

As the late bell rings our teacher, Mr. Sawyer, walks into the room. He is probably in his late twenties with brown hair that's gelled back. He is also rocking the whole professor look. The class grows silent as he begins the lesson.

"Good morning class, welcome back" he gives us one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen. Groans erupt around us. "Oh stop that. I promise you all that this class won't be that bad."

"Now since its the first day of school I'm not going to give you to much work. So instead of a lesson I'm giving you a creative writing assignment." More groans are heard as he gives us all a paper with instructions on it. "The concept is what you did over your summer break. If you didn't do anything then write about what you wanted to do. Or both. This will later tie into our discussions about emotions during disappointments and success. You have the rest of the period to finish." He sits at his desk as we start.

Although it was an easy concept I was having trouble with it. I mean I wasn't really in the mood to talk about the constant blood work and medications or tears during my summer. And I never really thought about what I would of done If that wasn't the case. Honestly, I would have just read my books. Maybe go to the mall with John and Kate, see a movie. Other than that I couldn't picture anything else happening. Even though it sounded boring I wrote it down anyway. Besides, teachers like hearing Students reading outside of school.

I still had 20 minutes left in class before the bell rang so I decided to just doodle. I took out my notebook and started to draw a rose. Taking time to perfect each petal. I look over to my left and see John still writing, probably about his amazing summer and how he went to that bonfire, and camping, and all the other things I didn't do. I'm not going to lie but I was jealous. Even if I wasn't sick I wouldn't of done those things cause I don't have the balls to do them. Its true there are things I wish I could do. But most of them aren't in my nature so they never naturally popped into my life. Unlike John who is captain of the lacrosse team, an ASB member, and is decently popular. Or Kate, who is pretty and has every boy clinging to her every word and is a co captain of the dance team. I mentally laugh at myself as I imagine doing some of the things they do.