I was a little shaken that the girl I had supposedly rescued, the girl that seemed to have vanished into thin air for two years afterward, attended my high school. I decided to let it go though. It's not like she would ever speak to me. Even after saving her life, it seemed she wanted nothing to do with me. It was as if it had all been a dream. I mean, sure, it was two years ago, and maybe she had forgotten, but people don't just vanish like she had. After that night, it was as if she had vanished off of the face of the earth. As if that alien space craft that had put her on that roof had suddenly snatched her up again and took her away. I hadn't seen her since that night. That is, until now. The point is, now she's back, and I just have to avoid confrontation. (Something I'm rather skilled at.)
Marcus, Samantha, and I go our separate ways and I head to my first class, which is, thankfully, creative writing. My favorite time of the day is any time I can squeeze in a little reading or writing. I want to be a writer when I grow up. It's dream I've had since I was little.
I walk into the classroom and as usual, I'm the first one there. I sit down in my normal seat. "Good morning, Mavrick," says my teacher, Mrs. Radley, a little too cheerily for a Monday morning. One by one, more students start to fill the classroom, milling around and saying hellos to old friends. I decide this is a good time to plug in my earbuds. I unzip my backpack and feel around for my headphones, to no avail. I must have forgotten to bring them. Well, this day's gonna be shit. My headphones were the only thing that blocked out the outside world. Today was my unlucky day, because without them, I would be forced to *shudder* interact with other humans beings. The first bell rings and everyone takes their seats. Mrs. Radley begins her lecture for the day, when suddenly there's a knock on the door. Mrs. Radley lets out an irritated sigh and goes to answer the door.
Could my day get any worse?
In walks rooftop girl. I immediately hide behind my notebook, praying we don't make eye contact.
"Do you have a pass?" Mrs. Radley asks. She nods and produces a slip of paper from her pocket. Mrs. Radley points to a desk and the girl plops down into the seat, sighing. I peer around my notebook as Mrs. Radley continues her lecture. I can't help but stare at her. She twirls a piece of hair around her finger, then, as if she feels my eyes on her, she whips her head around and looks at me. I quickly look away, pretending to stare intently at my notebook. I feel a very unmanly shade of pink creeping over my cheeks. My face must be crimson by now. I look up and she's still looking at me, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
