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Chapter One - The Lonely Girl

Aspen Harpers ^
The photo isn't mine, by the way.
Credit: Google

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Aspen's POV
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My eyes flickered open, seeing only bright lights. I sat up from my position, which was resting my head on my history books. I blinked a few times before I looked up, seeing my history teacher staring at me. Oh boy, she looked angry.

"Miss Harpers." The teacher growled. Everyone in the class turned to me, and I roll my eyes. "This is the third time that I caught you taking a nap in my class!" The classroom filled up with chuckled and murmurs, probably talking about me. But why should I care about something that isn't worth caring about. I don't care what people think of me. I shifted in my oversized black hoodie and stared at my teacher. "Well?" She hissed at me. "Get up and go to the Principal's office." When I didn't move, she stomped her feet. "Now, Harpers!"

I get up lazily and I drag my bag out from underneath the desk and I walk past the nosy teenagers. They looked at me as they smirk, almost suspiciously. I walk past the angry teacher and I walk out the door, entering the silent corridors.

It was almost spooky how the silence hung over you, as if a large shadow stretched over your head. Posters showing dates and pictures for clubs and activities hung on the walls, covering up the creamy white paint beneath it.

I got closer and closer to the office, becoming more spooked by the silence as I go. It feels like I'm in a horror movie, about to face a huge monster destroying the school. But, of course, I don't believe in that.

I walk towards a big red door which has a gold label proudly saying 'Principal's Office' on it. The door opened and unfamiliar people came walking out. There was a young, teenage boy. He looked about my age and he had bright orange hair and green eyes. And don't forget the freckles on his defined cheekbones. I had to stop myself from looking. Next to him was smaller than him, but looked older. She had the same orange hair and eyes, but she had clear skin. She seemed to be his mom.

I nodded at them before entering the office and looking at an unhappy Principal. I squeeze my mouth shut as I take a seat in front of him. "What is it now, Aspen?" He asks quietly and calmly. The calm before the storm, I guess. When I didn't reply, he started to guess. "Aspen, did you purposely trip someone over again just because they were 'annoying' you?" I shake my head. Although, I should. There are too many idiots in this school that I need to teach. I looked up too see Mr White's concerned green eyes. He looks quite young for a 56 year old. He only has a few wrinkles around his eyes, but his skin is clear apart from that. He has brown hair that has a few white hairs here and there. "Did you fall asleep in Mrs Kenny's class again?" I bite my lip and I give him a small nod. I squeezed my eyes shut, afraid of what will happen next. I was tempted to run, but I guess that's not necessary. "Aspen." I felt firm hands fall onto my shoulders, and I finally open my eyes, looking at a not-so-scary Principal. "How late did you stay up this time?" I tried to hold it, but I failed. I smiled. I was also tempted to say, "I totally did not stay up until 3:30 am scrolling the Internet," but I guess that's not necessary. "Please talk." He asked quietly. I suddenly felt sad. Is it weird to kind of be friends with the Principal? I don't know, but I felt bad because I know that he knows that he's unable to help my 'condition', using my aunt's words. But I can't. I've hardly spoken a word in 2 years. I bite my lip and I shake my head. It would feel weird to have an actual conversation with someone, using other words besides yes or no. I can't even remember what my voice sounds like. Mr White sighed, making me feel worse about myself. "Look, you can leave. I don't do this often, but I can't just punish you if you don't talk to me, Aspen. Next time, though."