Are You Out of Your Mind?!

I Just Love School...

Oh no oh no oh no oh no! School again! Arg! I woke up and washed my face, envious of my younger siblings who still slumbered. They started school at nine. It really wasn't fair. To lighten my mood, I sang an old song by The Fray.

For makeup, I lined my eyes and put on some mascara, after putting on some moisturizing lotion. I straightened my hair for like ten minutes.

I put on some bootcut jeans with pretty embroidery on the back pockets of them and a dark purple shirt. My studded belt offset the girly jeans, and I chucked on a pair of Vans on top of mismatched sox.

Ready to go, I grabbed my backpack and headed to the bus stop. I was startled to find few there, but one boy and girl stood out.

I walked over to them. They hung out near a sheltering big tree.

"You're dead, aren't you."

The sinking feeling l had was right. They nodded. The boy's blond curls still glinted and the girls with wavy red hair had the same pale blue eyes as him.

"My brother and I were going to run away after school one day, but our friend never showed up with q car. We hitchhiked on the highway, and the man who picked is up killed us," she sad mournfully.

"We stay here because it is where we decided to run to when we hid from the man. He's still out there,"

The boy said in a defeated way.

Most normal people who see dead people would just say, "Sucks balls, but it's not my problem."

Unfortunately, I'm not like that.

I listened to their story for a few minutes, and decided to research a little after school for their sake.

Aren't I a wonderful person?

At school, I meet up with none other than the the person who couldn't get out of mind near the lockers. He inspired my singing of 'How to Save a Life'. He surely taught me.

"Kenny boy!" I grin, giving him a hug. Yay! Now I have someone to blame if I get lost! I'll just follow Kent around.

Kent has a group of guys following him, but they seem pretty chill.

OMG why is he staring at me? His hair was chocolate colored with caramel highlights. Da-yum! (That's damn, to you people out there who never heard someone stretch out the word before). This guy was especially yum. He had a sense of fashion, too, with his designer jeans and a simple black shirt. Oh crap, don't start talking, please keep your mouth shut...

"Hi. You must be Lyra. Kent said a ton about you," he said brightly.

How dare he come up with a coherant sentence before me!! Oh wait, that's a good thing.

"Hello, I guess you know I'm Lyra. And you would be..."

"Drake."

"Like a duck?" I giggled.

Did I just giggle? What is wrong with me? Don't answer that.

"Yeah, like a big fat duck," Drake said, grinning. His bright blue eyes twinkled, like Santa Clause's.

Haha, it would be a great Christmas present, having this guy slide down the chimney to meet me.

"I shall call you Ducky and you will be my Ducky," I cooed, stealing a quote from Finding Nemo, the best movie ever animated.

The group laughed as Drake the Dork waddled in his imitation of a duck while quacking at everyone we passed by. Ah, good times.

Silver eyes scowled.