The Shadow.

Chapter 2

It's almost Winter Break, which means, tests. Every teacher tries to give you 5 hour homework assignments. Tests every other day. Cranky teachers. Loud students. Food thrown around the class. Whistles blowing your ears off. The daily routine when break is just around the corner. I always get my assignments done 2 weeks before they are even assigned. I usually have nothing better to do besides draw.

I'm currently sitting down in my fourth period, which is Algebra. I hate math. It's stupid. I hate all my classes. All my teachers. All my classmates. But I shouldn't talk. I mean I do have straight A's in all my classes. At the same though, I have no passion for school. Although, I love drawing. Animations are amazing. Drawing is like my drug. Without it, I go crazy.

I forever wish to get out of this class. People are so annoying. Therr is only 5 minutes leftin class, but it feels like a century. Watching the time go by is like watching a snail run a marathon. It. Takes. Forever.

Class is over, and I gather my textbook and notebooks. My teacher handed everyone a homework sheet that is due two days from now. I walk quickly out of the classroom with my head down.

I suddenly run into someone! I watch my belongings fly out of my hands.
"DUDE!" I look up to the person whom I've run into. It was a boy. Brownish-black hair. Dark clothing. And his eyes. They were the color of the sky. The clear sky you see when you're at a beach.

"Sorry about that. Let me help you with your stuff." I catch a gaze in with his eyes. Damn those beautiful eyes.
"Oh, uhm. NO I GOT IT." I quickly grab my stuff and shove it in my backpack. I run away from the scene.

I don't understand. What is this strange feeling in my chest? It's like, a weird sensation. What the heck, who am I kidding. I'm not falling in love. I'm falling on my face and making a big deal of myself. Dammit Carrisa, get your life together. Falling in love is for jerks.

I walk to my locker which is near the boys bathroom. Some of the boys on the basketball team pass by.

"HEY CARRISA, THINK FAST."

I look over my shoulder and see something coming at me.

*WHACK.*

"AHAHAHAHAHA. Loser!"

Their basketball had struck me in my stomach. My stomach begins to cringe. I felt weak from the chest down. My hands unlock the combination lock unsteadily. With tears streaming down my face from pain, I put my textbooks into my locker.

I shut my locker gently, with even more tears in my eyes. I slide down against the lockers, falling on my butt. This pain, I feel every day. This hate I feel towards people, I have every day. Isn't it sad to say, I'm just used to it.