Winter { A TMNT Fan Fiction }

1. Late

My palms were sweating in my wool gloves that it almost seemed like it'd soak through for everyone to see. But I was too busy rushing down the brightly lit hallways with my school books to pull them off. Hopefully I wouldn't come in so late to pull all the attention on myself, yet I knew that's what I was walking into. At the realization, my shaking legs moved even faster than they were before so I was almost to a light jog by the time I made it to the correct hallway.

I hated the mornings in winter because it seemed like I was always late to everything. And I was and the fact that I didn't want to get out of my warm bed was the main factor. The other, was instead of riding the bus or having a car, I had to walk through the heavily crowded streets to get to the school building. All the while, freezing to death seemed to pass me every day I took the walk.

I wish I wasn't so scared to ride the bus with the other kids my age, then I wouldn't be so cold every day, shaking when I arrived at my classes. I couldn't stand walking in front of a crowd or trying to pick a seat with the fear of sitting in someone's spot and getting yelled at for it. Or what if I tripped? That would cause even more attention on myself, not to mention the laughs that would ring out in the harsh air. I wouldn't do that to myself.

My sister had transportation, however; she was too busy to stop and give me a ride in the mornings. Work had taken over her whole life as the fear of us loosing our apartment drove her to work almost all the time. Of course, she'd never said that she was too busy, but I knew she already had enough things on her plate to handle. I would survive on my own in the mornings.

The key word was survive. I didn't say what shape I would be in. It's not a good one.

I stood in front of Ms. Jenkins' biology class with a heavy pounding heart. I could see through the small window on the door that she was standing in front of the class giving them a lecture on something. It was most likely about the cold outside, how we should be careful on not to get sick because of all the deadly viruses out in the air. She always ended up scaring someone every time we got this lecture, which this would be the third time this week.

With a red face, shaking knees, and sweaty palms, I opened the door. The echo of the squeak the door made, made me flinch and squeeze my eyes shut in misery.

I am so toast, I thought to myself when the talking ceased to dead silence.

"Ah, Miss Abigail, have you finally decided to join us today?" Ms. Jenkins' spoke in a overly optimistic tone that had shivers running up my spine.

"I...," I squeaked out, and I could feel the heat rushing to my face.

"Yes," The blonde haired woman rose her eyebrows at me," And would you mind telling us where you have been?"

Don't look, don't look. My thoughts betrayed me as my eyes drifted to my classmates that sat in front of me, some of them snickering. My eyes especially drifted to a boy sitting in the front, his blue eyes meeting mine with a somewhat concerning expression.

"Um... I just...," I trailed off again, turning my body to face the now angry teacher," I-I woke up late, and... I'm really r-really sorry, Ms."

It came out stuttered and quiet that I'm surprised that she heard me. I knew she heard me when she sighed at put her perfectly manicured hand on her forehead. My gaze fell to my snow covered boots and I concentrated on my turned in toes.

"This is almost the sixth time in two weeks, Miss Abigail," She scolded," Don't let it happen again or I'll be forced to contact your guardian."

I nodded once and turned down the isle of tables to my seat in the middle of the classroom. It was two people at a table, and I sat next to Samuel Adams, a kid that had long black hair and green eyes, but all he did was sleep. There was a rumor that he was in a gang and stayed out all night beating people up; the reason he wore a hoodie all the time, but I thought he was just misunderstood. Not that I ever thought about talking to him about it though. I hated to admit, but he was scary looking. 

Ms. Jenkins gave me a paper that we were supposed to be working on together, but I knew the drill. He'd sleep, I'd work, and then when I was finished he'd peek his drooping eyes at my paper through his hair, and copy my words to his paper before going back to his dark abyss behind his folded arms. It was so easy for him to sneak around. Like he was a ninja.

The thoughts cleared my head however; when the bell rang and I closed my binder before walking to the teacher's desk with my paper.

I left with another warning about being late, and the droopy gaze of green eyes following me out the door.

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