Opposite Worlds

Chapter One: Just Great

Adam's P.O.V.

"And then what?!"

The girl behind me excitedly squealed at the summer gossip her friend was spilling. Did they have to talk so effing loud? God, they were killing my ears, and they wouldn't shut up. Toying with the two studs pierced into my lip, I internally screamed at the top of my lungs. One day into prison, AHEM excuse me, school, and I was already dying to get out. But according to my luck (and my watch) I still had seven more periods to go.

"Great." I muttered to myself. This day couldn't possibly get any worse. I slowly shrunk in my seat, half hoping I could disappear, or that Mrs. I'm So Perky's jaw would fall off.

And that's when it happened.

"Class..." Mr. Fisher said in his overly nasal voice. What now you nasal old walrus?! I thought to myself. Then, tuning out whatever the heck he was saying, I cocked my head and tried to imagine my homeroom teacher with tusks. I bit the inside of my mouth. Flippers here... "Adam?" Big nose there... "Adam?!" Ah, there is where the tusks would go! "ADAM!" Mr. Walrus-er I mean Fisher was screeching my name. I was frightened, and jumped out of my chair. I immediately sat back down.

"I hope that isn't a bad habit of yours, Mr. Acosta," He droned in his nasal voice. He walked- excuse me- waddled over to the girl standing by the door. She had apparently been standing there for a while, and appeared to be shaking. She looked at all 32 of us like we were going to shove her in a garbage can, which sadly, some of these kids would.

Don't get me wrong, some kids here are actually nice. Except for those kids made up like 0.1 percent of the school. The other kids, don't even get me started. No, this isn't like the movies where there are the mean girls and the mean boys that are all popular and evil or whatever. I'm talking lots of kids, hordes of kids, will do anything mean to anyone. Just for pure amusement. Their motto should be "not a head un toilet-flushed, not an undie un-wedgied, not a soul un-crushed!"

Ok, maybe I went a bit too dramatic there, but here is my point.

That small mousy girl with the crocheted beanie and sketchbook, well, she wouldn't last here.

Not a week.

Not a day.

Not an hour.

Especially since she was trembling, and looked about five feet tall.

I telepathically tried to send her some confidence, but it didn't work. In fact, I think it got worse.

"Class. This is Delia. Our new student. Welcome her to our school." Wow, could his voice be any more boring? Wait, Is she going to sit down? I wondered. She seemed immobilized and her eyes nervously darted around the room.

"You can sit down now." Mr. Fisher said, obviously annoyed.

The girl looked around for an empty seat, and found the one right in front of me. Her legs were all wobbly and she took a deep breath while hesitantly moving herself forward. She advanced to the seat, but was stopped by a foot that was ever so casually trying to trip her. She fell before anyone could even warn her and face-planted into the floor, the tile floor. The papers in her sketchbook spilled everywhere, and her hat fell off her head. The class immediately erupted into laughter at her trip. And Will, the guy who tripped her, mocked her falling with an overly exaggerated face of horror.

She desperately tried to collect all her drawings, which were quite good by the way. But they were strewn everywhere. Taking pity on the small girl, I scooped up some of the artwork. It was amazingly realistic. There were pictures of faces, people, random objects, and a wide variety of doodles. In fact, I was so interested in her art, that I didn't notice the finger tapping my shoulder. Finally snapping out of my trance, I gazed over at her. She was giving me a humiliated look while readjusting her hat.