Unseen Angel

High school. A place for people to live out their teen years, supervised by adults who, though they claim to love children, hate their very existence. They give teens bucketloads of homework, determined to ruin our social lives, even though I don't have one.

You could call me a loner; I call it being independent.

"Dylynn, can you tell us the answer?" A raspy voice called out from the front of the room. I lifted my head from my notebook slowly.

"Can you please repeat the question?" I asked sweetly, a bright, but false, smile spread across my face.

My teacher, Mr. Holland, gave me an irritated glare that lasted barely a second before vanishing like mist. He sighed and smiled.

"Of course Ms. McKay." He flatly responded. Looking back down at a paper in his hand, he cleared his throat and looked at me through thick-framed glasses.

"Why can a charged particle not accelerate to the speed of light?" He asked, a slight amusement hidden in his eyes, because he knew for a fact that I never paid attention during class.

"Well Mr. Holland," I started. "The charge of the particle is not what stops it from traveling at the speed of light. It's actually the mass." I couldn't even describe how suprised he was to hear the words coming out of my mouth.

Might as well just start fluently speaking in Chinese to get the same responce.

"You can't accelerate massive particles to the speed of light, because that would need an infinate amount of energy. All of the known charged particles have a mass." I finished and slouched in my seat. Despite noticing some remarks sent my way, I took my attention away from the class and onto my notebook.

Now, you may wonder what's in this "special" notebook of mine. Well to be honest, it's nothing specific. I just put down whatever I feel like, doodles, notes, or even small stories that I happen to find off the top of my mind. It's a part of me and I almost always have it on my person, except when I eat, because nothing can distract me from my food. Nothing.

However, this was science class, not lunch, so as class droned on, I kept my eyes fixed on my desk. Today I doodled in my notebook, filling a page of the lined paper with many varieties of animals. I placed my pencil on my desk after filling in the last open area and lifted up my notebook to take pride in my handiwork.

"That's a great self portrait Dyl-lame." A deep voice stated from behind me, followed by multiple snickers. He leaned towards me and pretended to be deep in thought as he stared at my doodles. Instinctively, I pulled it back towards my body.

"Why so defensive?" He slyly asked. I answered him with the hardest glare I could muster.

He nodded with a smirk and shrugged. "Shame. I was just gonna mention how much that elephant you drew resembled yourself." He stated and turned back to the front. He and many others continued to snicker in the background. I sat in my desk, clutching to my notebook like it was a lifeline and scowling at everyone.

I was just about to get up and punch that guy that commented on my drawings when the bell rang.

He was saved by the bell.

I slipped my notebook into my binder and slung my bag across my back before getting up to exit the room. I was so close to leaving this torture cell when Mr. Holland grabbed my shoulder and motioned for me to join him near his desk.

"Ms. McKay, may I start off with how...pleasantly shocked I was to recieve that highly intellegent answer from you earlier during class." He said, hesitating some during his statement. I slowly nodded and murmured my thanks, confused at where he was going with this.

"I strongly suggest that you join the tutoring program we have at this school. You can make a difference and meet someone new." He smiled at me and I returned it.

"Thank you Mr. Holland, I'll consider it." I said, and after a small wave goodbye, I finally left his room.

Tutoring? How about no.

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It turns out, that while I was looking forward to getting out of science, I forgot about the class I had right afterwards.

Math.

Not only does math suck as a subject, but the people in the class suck too. It pretty much consists of Wyatt Henderson and his band of brainless jocks. They have been after me since grade school because I was the small, shy girl with no friends. They were always calling me names and stealing my stuff. One time Wyatt even pushed me on the playground, resulting in a concussion and a gash on my forehead, which has left a scar by the way. They want to make my life a living hell and I hate him to death for it.

Speaking of the devil...

"Sorry I'm late Mrs. Snow." He said to our math teacher with a smirk, while his group of hellhounds were chuckling. What's so funny about coming into class late? I mean seriously, if he wants to have a good life - oh wait. I forgot that he never had one to begin with. Oh well, I guess it's his fault for being so idiotic.

"That's the third time this week Mr. Henderson. One more and you'll be spending lunch with me for the rest of the week." Mrs. Snow growled, and Wyatt, being the jerk he is, mimicked her face as he sat down, gaining more laughs from his friends.

Everything about him makes me wanna puke. He holds himself with too much confidence, as if he believes he's an angel from the heavens sent to bestow upon us his handsomeness.

If I were to say he wasn't hot, I'd be lying. But as I've learned over the years: looks can deceive you, and while Wyatt may look like a good guy, I know that he is truly a beast. So long story short, his looks don't deceive me.

I found out too late that I happened to be looking right at him and with a sly smile he sat down in the desk next to mine.

"Whatcha looking at Dyl-lame?" He asked, his grin turning into a death glare.

Again with that awful nickname.

"Nothing. But if you don't mind, I'm trying my best to ignore you." I growled and returned his glare. He flashed me an amused expression as I attempted to finish my worksheet.

"Well Dylynn it didn't look like that to me a second ago." He said and once again, smirked.

"It looks to me like you want a piece of this." He gestured to himself. "But let me tell you something loner."

He leaned over his desk to get closer to me, and I resisted the urge to slap the look off his face.

"You are an ugly, good-for-nothing nobody. So stay out of my way, or-"

"Mr. Henderson! This is the last time you will be disrupting my class! Detention for the rest of the week!" Mrs. Snow yelled, and I had to hide my incoming smile.

"But Mrs. Snow, what about Dylynn?" He exclaimed, obviously getting pissed.

"Well Wyatt, unlike you, Dylynn has done her class work for the day." She said, and I took this as an opportunity to wave my finished worksheet at Wyatt with a smug grin plastered to my face. He returned it with a look of hatred.

"Also," She started, handing me and Wyatt two different papers. "She, unlike you, has gotten a perfect 100 on her test."

I took a glance at my paper to find that it was indeed the test, and mine was marked with a bright red 100. I took a glance at Wyatt and he looked beyond disappointed at whatever score was written on his.

"But I studied really hard!" He whined, quiet enough that only a few people could hear it.

"Study harder." Mrs. Snow stated and walked away.

Looks like Mr. Perfect isn't so perfect after all, I thought with a grin.

A/N:

OMG this was long overdue :P 

But anyways, 

Hi! It's Amber, and me and Aliza are the authors of this story, but don't worry, we'll tell you who writes what. 

Please, please, please comment, critique, and vote!!

xoxo Amber