Outcast

Chapter 2

     The next morning, I was so curious as to what that weird feeling and the weird noises that I recalled hearing were. I didn't tell anyone though, because I was embarrassed. I thought there was something wrong with me that would cause this unusual occasion. I thought of all the possible things that could be wrong with me while doing my daily routine to get up in the morning. I walked to the bus and when I got on, I decided to just forget about it and began listening to music.
     When I got to school, I immediately walked to the library as silently as I could so that it would be as if i was invisible to the eye. I liked it that way. Where I wasn't in the middle of people's attention, and they could care less if I was there or not. It seemed as if that was the only way to live my life, knowing that if I spoke to anyone, that they would just ignore me anyway. Hardly of the teachers at my school even know my name. Others may view this as a bad thing, but this is my way of life. I was at least grateful for the fact that I wasn't living in the streets in a box or something in NY. That's miserable. No, my life wasn't miserable, it wasn't joyous either, it was just neutral. Which is how I like it to be these days.
     When the bell rang, I got up out of my chair and walked down the hallway to get to my 1st period.
     When I got to class, I was the first to arrive. Everyone else arrived 2 seconds after the bell rang and they normally sit and have a fight with the teacher that they weren't tardy. Those types of people were so stupid.
     While the teacher called role, people talked freely in the classroom. I decided to doodle on a random piece of notebook paper instead. When she got to my name, "Sierra Westerlock", I called "here!" She looked at me, and said "you look very pretty today." I felt my face turn red that popped out in all of my blond hair, blue eyed features as I smiled. The other people in my class turned and stared at me with dumbfounded looks.
She finished role-call, and immediately jumped into a lesson. She began teaching, and I got that feeling in my stomach again with sweaty palms and everything.
Except this time, I looked over, and I saw a person standing in the window of the classroom door covered in blood. She looked up, and when she saw me and I made eye contact, I could hear her scream in terror. I looked at the teacher, and she was still her perky-self teaching away.
I raised my hand, and she called on me, "yes? Do you have a question?"
I said, "Yes, do u see a girl about 5 years old standing outside of the door as well?"
When she cocked her head to the side, I knew she thought I was crazy. She turned her head to the door window, and studied it.
When she turned to look at me, she said "I'm sorry, I see no 5 year old girl standing there. Do you need to take a break and get a drink of water from the water fountain outside Sierra??"