No one ever noticed. Maybe they did and they just didn't seem to care. Who knew? All that she had ever felt was pain, sorrow, and regret. She trusted those around her to easily and always ended up hurt. Now she sits all alone, surrounded by those who make her oppress who she actually is.
It was a new school year, new classes, new people. She really wasn't ready. Her skin didn't tan whatsoever during her summer break because of the long sleeves and jackets she used to cover up her relief.
All summer long she stayed to herself, reading into the early morning hours or crying herself to sleep. Sometimes she would drop to her knees and pray for a change. She didn't care what that change was as long as her pain stopped.
First day:
She walked into her first period class, first person in the room, and sat down as far away from everyone as possible. The teacher stood in front of the white bored, writing his name and some needed information about his class.
"Welcome to Psychology. I'm your teacher, Coach Warren. If you fail my class you are obviously are a slacker and should most definitely drop out."
Coach Warren turned and smiled at her. "Oh, hello!" He laughed. "Who are you?" Generally she was quiet but her teachers voice compelled her to reply. "I-I'm Caden Hughes." She said, scanning her teacher. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and flipped her hair out of her face in order to get a better look.
He was young, no older than 26 with medium long black hair that curled rebelliously at the ends. His posture was as strait as a board and he was thin, stiff, but very well built. Caden looked down at her desk after realising that she'd been staring, it was odd though because he'd been staring too.
The bell soon rang and the students piled in. One by one each desk had been filled up until only a few empty seats remained. The students looked around for a while, looking for their teacher but couldn't see him. "Listen up class!" Coach Warren yelled, realising that no one was really paying attention. "Class!" He snarled, finally gaining some attention.
The room was soon silent all except for the sounds of breathing and tapping objects. "Thank you." He smiled, beginning to pace the front of the class. A junior interrupted him by asking if he was actually their teacher and what he coached. Coach Warren just rolled his eyes and stopped his movements to lean against a clean section of white bored. Caden, at the back of the class smiled for the first time in what had felt like forever, then whispering to herself. "This is gonna be my year."
