"Please don't do this! I thought you were an ally!" Brittany cried.
"Oh calm down, it's just a textbook. And you deserved it. You called me stupid!" I shot back. But as Mrs. Lockwood, our science teacher, gave us a dirty look, I placed it back down on the desk.
"I'll get you later." I said with a mischievous grin. But her attention was already turned to another person.
I then heard a snort from the back of the class. I looked to see the new kid staring at me. He quickly looked away. Emo freak of nature. But I guess I'm not much different. Pay attention Skylar! You're gonna need this. But all I could focus on was Brittany flipping her blond hair, and Tyler flirting with Hanna. And all I wanted to do was anything but sit here.
Thanks genetics, for my ADHD.
During lunch, my friends and I re-applied our makeup in the school's bathroom. It was crowded with all eleven of us squeezed in the tight space. But none of us complained... As there were mirrors. I applied eyeliner to my already big, green eyes, and cover-up to my already perfect, porcelain skin. We then hid out in there until the bell rang for fourth period.
My last two periods of the day were my favorite classes. English, in which I either texted my friends or doodled while my Mr. Selinder read some book about how to kill a bird or something.
My doodles usually consisted of poems about how darkness and light are balanced with beauty (don't really know where that came from), and a dark-haired girl with dark tendrils all around her (definitely not me). At the end of class I rip them up and recycle them.
After that, I had gym. Unlike most of the girls in my class, I am really good at sports. Most people would think that that makes me a freak, being different than everyone else. But at my school, it just makes me more popular. Fine by me.
Today, in class, we played volleyball. My team made me serve first, since I was the best. I got into an under-hand position, and served, with an accidentally large force. The ball went up, and then rocketed back down, hitting the new guy smack on the head. Shit, shit, shit! What is wrong with me?
I ran over to him, with inhuman speed, and looked around to see if anyone noticed. Nope, too busy laughing at what had just happened. But instead of laughing at me, they were laughing at him. Predictable. Instead of screaming at me for being retarded and stupid, he just quickly got up. With the blink of his green eyes, and a toss of his dark hair, the situation was averted. But for the rest of the day I just couldn't shake the feeling that he was looking at me.
I was relieved as homeroom came and went, and I rode the bus home. It passed quickly, as I conversed with people on my bus. I just really needed to get home.
As much as I loved being at school, and hanging out with my friends, I craved something else. To be in the forest, and to let it all out. It was like I couldn't hold it in any longer. The dark was calling me. Or maybe I was calling it.
Walking home from my bus stop was fine, it always is. A couple of my friends live on my street, but as time passed, they all branch off to their houses, until finally, I came to mine.
My house isn't the biggest on my street, but it is by far the the nicest.
It is a two story (three, with the un-finished basement) brick building. It had a balcony in the top front, connected to my room, making it look like a public library.
