The Unseen

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

I yawned, sitting up on my bed, and stretched my arms above me, reaching for the ceiling. Ugh, I hated mornings. And I especially despised Wednesdays.

My schedule today was horrible; I had to race to every class because each was all the way across the school from each other, not to mention that I had gym my first hour.

It always seemed that on days like that I left the books I needed in my locker accidentally, so that just made my life on Wednesday even more miserable.

As I glanced around my room, I noticed that Arty was curled up at the bottom of my bed, her warm body resting sleepily on my foot. I groaned and pulled my leg out from under her, startling her awake.  She gave me a dirty look because of the disturbance and hopped down from my bed, deciding to take over my bean bag chair. She kept glaring at me, as if asking, how would you like it if your bed just disappeared from underneath you?

I rolled my eyes at her prissiness and got up reluctantly, my socks protecting me from the icy wood floor. Shivering in the chilly air, I rubbed my hands over my arms in a feeble attempt to warm myself. The sun wasn't even up outside, so the human race definitely shouldn't have been up. However, if I didn't force myself to get out of bed, I'd never make it to school. Although that didn't sound like a bad thing, after consideration.

I pattered over to my closet, rubbing my eyes sleepily, and opened the door. Inside were dozens of outfits that I'd probably only worn once. Over the years I had sampled tons of different styles of outfits, all to see if Hunter would notice me better in one or the other. I'd always been hopeful that I'd try something that would catch his eyes and make him want to get to know me. The answer had been obvious; no matter what I looked like, he'd always get my name wrong or pass me by in the hallway without so much as a glance.

Sighing at this depressing thought, I pushed aside all the ugly particles of clothing that I had tried out for him and grabbed normal clothes, which I wore mostly for comfort. A knee length, baby blue skirt and a white blouse that felt like a soft, cuddly blanket.

As I stepped in front of the mirror, I pulled my bangs away from my eyes and pinned them up with a barrette. It felt nice to have my hair out of my face for once. I could actually see the somewhat nice shape of my face, and my sliver-gray eyes seemed much more prominent.

After I was finished with my hair, I snatched up my gym clothes and shoved them into a bag, not caring that they would get wrinkled. I would have to change for gym in the morning after my first class, then change back into regular clothes. Everybody did it, so it was fine. Even the popular girls did it.

When I was satisfied with how I looked, I snatched up the bag with my gym clothes, grabbed my school backpack, and glanced at the clock, hoping I still had time to grab a quick bite to eat. Otherwise, I'd have to wait until lunch.

Oh, no! The bus should be here by now! Just as I thought this, I heard a honk outside. The bus was here, and the honk meant that the bus-driver was getting impatient with me. She expected us to be waiting on the bus to arrive, and be out the moment it came to a stop. Obviously, I wasn't out on time.

I raced down the stairs, hurriedly pecked both of my parents goodbye, and made it outside as quickly as I could. I ran down my driveway towards the bus, waving my hands to tell the bus-driver to wait on me. I did not want to be left behind. Sure, I'd walked to school before, but that was when I'd given myself enough time to make it on time. If I started walking now, I'd never make it unless I ran like The Unseen, and I wasn't exactly in the mood to do that. Besides, everyone would wonder how I could've possibly beat the school bus to the school.