Different.

Mistakes.

Chapter 6.

It feels as if I've been sitting in this seat for more than 50 minutes. The students had just all arrived. The teacher begins explaining himself, and the students sit peculiarly quiet in their seats.

"Good Morning fellow students, my name is Vanelli. -'Mr'.Vanelli. " "You can call me Mr.V for short, if that makes it any easier."

The students remain silent, as he continues his awakening lecture. He babbles on, as it bores me awfully. I just plainly-hate math class. I was so disinterested, that I mouth something, for nobody to see. Except-the teacher stops speaking and eyes me with disbelief.

I sit stiff in my seat, with my arms folded on top of the desk, and an both eyes on the teacher. What should I say? Thoughts keep jumbling through my mind, as if I was stuck in a nightmare with an unwanted visitor by my side. If I say something stupid, everybody: including the 'teacher', will think I'm full of nonsense.

"Were you about to say something, young lady..?"

I respond with only the quickest phrase I could think of:"I-I just forgot to feed my dog before I left for school today." I reply in vast awakening.

Smirks on each face, fill the room. "Haha." He snickers. "What a silly answer, you can be truthful you know. It's not like...I'll hit you with a ruler. Now-that would be harsh."

In fact; I was being truthful about what I had mouthed. But, what was I thinking!? This made me look doubtlessly stupid! I couldn't think of anything else to say?! I knew that If I don't make up something adequate-enough, I'll be the one student he'll be watching like a hawk, even in the dimmest of lights.

"I was telling the absolute truth, it just may have sounded cliche to you." I murmur, disregardless of my integrity I held on the comment.

He begins to look up at the classroom roof, as if he has no patience for what I had just softly spoke. "I wish I could be quite polite, but I have no interest in this. Considering that your parents pay for your own education, wouldn't it be just accurate that you'd quit babbling back? It's vile enough that students like you can't afford their own studies, so shall we begin alreadly?, or we just sit around and talk..?"

I decide not to comment on his last words. I open my eyes so fiercely wide. My heart pounding frantically, as I stare down at my cold-sweat-trickling wrists above the surface of my desk. It was a major disbelief that I'd lose a battle mislead with "dishonesty" he lured to seek the truth in. Though, there really wasn't much to seek, than that of a mind who so brutally quenches the good side of his being. Yet, so, he begun his intentions.

A student who sits in front of me, chuckles. She turns around and glances at me, as she twirls her curly blonde locks. They dance in motion with her head, as her emerald green earings sway mindlessly.

It was Kylie. Kylie was my ex-best friend from 8th grade. We held an intact friendship with each other, since the day agony embarked our lives. Then-something happened. I got thrown off. 'We'-got thrown off. Our existences parted, and now many a roads, have grown in different directions. Till blue in the face, we adored each other. If there was anybody who I could truly trust, whatsoever, It would be her. But-I couldn't! Not anymore! It cant be the way that always made sense in my conscience, because nothing can create complete sense, even in a mind of logical reasons.

She is my 'extinct' ally.

I felt such a bitter perception inside of me, as I gazed upon her sillhouette. I adjust my seat, dazing into the air. Though, it was poisonous air, contaminated with grief, and negative attention. Being sick at heart is all I feel. The only thing I could do, is just ignore her. Ignore the individual who knows me best, though now, most likely the least. It's a plot-twist in reality, but why take place in my own storybook? My author must have been enriched with deadly chemicals. Yet, it won't be reasonable, if the chemicals have diluted my blood only.