Behind The Glass

Chapter 1: Unseen

Schoolbooks crash to the ground. A nucklehead snickers. Lockers slam, and kids scream.
Marching down the hall were the jocks, heads held high. And on the other side, were nerds huddling in a corner.

As usual, nobody noticed my books scattered on the floor, and they continued to walk right by. I gathered them up and hurried off to my last class, the most boring one.

"Today, we will be seeing what happens to certain types of rocks if we add vinegar to them," The teacher explained as students strode into the science lab. I nodded and hurried to sit down at my lab table. I was the only one there without a lab partner. Of all the rows of shiny granite table tops, all with two people sitting at them, I was in the back by myself.

Unseen.

Nothing much happened, and the rest of the class was just a blur. My brain was too burnt out. I sat there lonely in the corner, thinking about the test next week. Suddenly, the bell rang, and it snapped me back to reality.
"Umi," Said Mr. Brimble. "Class is over."

"Oh, sorry!" I apologized. I scrambled to get all of my school supplies, and hurried through the door, acciedentally bumping the sharp edge of a table. I bolted along the edges of the hallways to get going a little quicker. I completely dissed my locker, there was no use in going there. Just as I stepped outside, it began to rain. No, not rain. It began to pour.

Every drop stung my bare skin, and I started to shiver. A tall boy nudged my shoulder and handed me a pencil, I must've dropped it. I gave him a small nod as a thank you.

Running was all I could think to do, after all, my house is only two blocks away.

Ding!

Was that my phone?

Ding!

It has to be my phone.

I kept running, and slowed to a jog as I neared my house. I took my key from around my neck, and easily unlocked the door. I took a step inside. Instantly, the musty smell wafted up. I crinkled my nose. I slipped off my soaking wet shoes, and closed the door behind me. As I set my backpack on the floor, I sat down too. The cool wood floor touched my leg and I flinched. Just then, I remembered my phone went off. I slowly unzipped my backpack and took out the touch screen. My finger poked the power button and light flooded the dark room around me.

"You have recieved picture mail," My phone said in a robotic tone.

"Open." I gave a command. What popped up on the screen horrified me. I dropped my phone and it shattered. I shot up and darted to my bedroom, went under the covers, and tried to be unseen.