Status
Name: N/A
Age: 18
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Info: Have an A+ average
Dad is strict
Have no friends
Mom dead due to school shooting she was a teacher
Dad doesn't let me give out my name or other personal information because he thinks there are bad people can I blame him, but the thing I can blame him is for me having no friends and him thinking it's not worth trusting people.
So my name can't tell you
My personality and well being forever and ever will be marked classified. Only the government my dad and the superintendent of the school know my name. And my mom once did. I'm not this mystery, I live in a normal house, with a dad and a dog named Rambo.
"Rambo, come here let me give you a treat." I yelled hoping the pit-bull would come crashing down the stairs of the stable little home. My house was a three bedroom house. Like I expected a 150 pound pit-bull came scurrying down the steps. I threw a treat in the air and it landed on the slimy tongue of Rambo.
"Honey you are going to be late for school get in the car. I don't want you taking the bus its filthy and murders happen on busses." My dad said coming down the wooden stairs.
"Can I walk then." I said rolling my eyes taking in my everyday dad.
"Of course not that's worse then the bus kidnappers can just grab you."
Whatever dad, I thought in my head. Whatever gets me to school on time.
••••••••••••••••Time Skip•••••••••••••••
I got out of the silver rusted Toyota car and walked in the daily life of school. As usual people cluster around me. It was only the first week of senior year and I already have a crowd. I felt so honored ........not.
"What's you're name?" A kid with blonde hair cute but not my type asked.
"Elise" I replied. I got her name I hear in the background.
The list of fake names I use to get people off my back
Elise
Gabby
Sydney
Alexandra
Crystal
May
June
and finally anything that pops in my head. Arguments started to occur in the duplicating crowd. I slid out through the opening of the people. The bell was about to ring and I don't need detention. I quickly ran to my blue locker. Plastered on my locker were the words mystery girl. Ahh yes the name most people give me the name used more than my actual name. Even my teachers call me that. As I entered the code for my lock combination a shadow stood behind me. I turned, startled to see a guy behind me.
"Gabby." I said quietly, very annoyed.
"Oh I thought it was Sydney or was it Elise or maybe June." He said grinning.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Zack care to share your name." He said putting a fist out waiting for me to fist bump him. I turned and walked away heading towards my math class. He followed.
"This is the part you share your name."
"Oh sorry my dad says I can't because you can be a murderer for all I know or an ax killer." I turned and made a complete stop. "And tell me oh was it Zack, if I told you my name right now you wouldn't go to the huge crowd of people right now and scream out my name hoping for all the popularity. So Zack if you think I'm some sort of contest and if you find out my name everybody loves you your wrong. Try 18 years without friends and a mom." I couldn't believe I said that I scurried across the floor going to my math class not looking back to see what I caused. Who cares school is all that matters. A+ A+ A+. That's all there is too life right.
Once I arrived room 208 I see Zach sitting at the desk next to me he traded with another kid next to the sit that belonged to me. What the hell is wrong with him he was supposed to feel the rage of mystery girl not try to sit next to her in math class. I opened the door and sat down not looking his way. His brown hair was glowing in the sunlight but no matter what I wasn't looking at his sparkly blue eyes or his perfectly sculpted jawline. While I listed and ranted in my head my head was uncontrollably slowly turning to his face.
"So what happened back there are we cool." He said. I nodded my head incapable of forming words.
"Want to talk in free period." He whispered looking to see if the math teacher was looking. I nodded my head once again getting used to the whole English speaking words thing again.
The bell rang after it seemed like days. Zack met up with me as a blonde girl quickly approached us. The girl was blonde with blue eyes and was fairly curvy.
"Zacky poo who's this, who cares come here" she said. She took her hands and wrapped it around Zack's neck and pressed her lips against his you can tell she was getting deep and using her tongue.
"Not now Britney." Zack said worried and looked my way.
"I have to go, I don't think I signed up to see a make out session." I smirked and walked away. I heard Zack yelling wait but I didn't listen. To think I was about to have a crush on a jerk.
••••••••••••••Time Skip•••••••••••••
School was over and my dad was late, surprisingly. He was never late he was afraid if he was late people would try to get to know me. He also said if he ever was late I have to stay inside and couldn't be exposed to the dangers of the outside world. So I waited inside like he told me. Zack came up to me again luckily without Britney.
"Sorry for earlier." He said looking at me. I ignored him not listening to what he had to say. I finally decided to speak after a long silence.
"No problem it's not like I wasted my free period watching some guy make out with a girl." I spoke with no emotion shown on my face.
"Sorry that was my ex girlfriend, Britney." He tried picking his words carefully.
"Oh yeah like I would love to waste my free period watching......... wait ex what happened." I said blushing a little, not enough for him to see.
"Yeah, I just broke up with her today she was being a brat all the time and I put my guard down and took charge."
He smiled looking my way again.
"Oh sorry to hear." I said giggling in my mind a little.
"Don't worry about it what I was trying to tell you do you want to grab a bite from the pizza shop down the street?"
He asked staring at the window.
What did he just say???? OMG I'm normal. Thoughts of what my dad would say cleared my mind ?????? Does this count as a date. Who cares I'm an actual girl hanging out with an actual person finally. Murderers, kidnappers, drug addicts, etc weren't on my mind anymore it was going out for pizza now.
"Sure."
