Mona of Dreamweaver (Book 1 of The Sisterhood Trilogy)

Chapter 9

Private schools are very different, or maybe it’s St. Jacob’s Academy that’s different. School was in session six days a week, Monday through Saturday. But it really wasn’t as bad as it sounded at first. There was a one hour class per day, with a two hour study session after. All the students were required to sign up for a club, where you spend 2 hours. I of course signed up for the art club. There was a one hour lunch break at noon, where students from all grades ate lunch together in the inner court yard. Overall, it seemed like a school I could definitely get used to. I attended St. Jacob’s for two weeks without any catastrophe. Laura was in all my classes and the teachers were very competent in their teaching. I thought that my school year, will be all right and I would be fine. Boy was I wrong.

On Monday of the third week, Laura and I drove to school together, as we ate lunch together. We decided that we will take turns. Today I ate breakfast at her house, so we drove in her car. We were walking to Algebra I, when a male voice came from behind us.

“Well if it isn’t goth girl.”

I turned around to see who it was, and came face to face with Jacob. What was he doing here? Was he stalking me?

“What do you want?”

“Nothing, just wondering what you’re doing here?”

“Going to school obviously, why? Is that illegal? Or is this your school or something?”

“Yes it actually is.” I stared at him. He can’t fool me.

“You’re lying.”

“No actually, he’s not,” Laura said. “His dad founded this school, and named it in honor of him. He’s the only heir to the school.”

Jacob smirked at me and went into the building, followed by three guys. I noticed that all three wore navy blue uniforms. So he was a year older than me. Well at least he wasn’t going to be in any of my classes. Why is he only coming now? Where was he for the first two weeks of school? I would have seen him, I’m sure, if he was here from the beginning. Why was I asking myself this? Who cared about Jacob? I definitely didn’t.

Lunch is when things turned for the worst. From what Laura told me, Kristy had a really big thing for Jacob, but he had no interest in her. She knew that and didn’t want to give up. She kept clinging to him, even more than every other girl in school was. Yes he was attractive, but I certainly wasn’t going to throw myself at his feet like those hopeless girls were. Laura and I sat at a table under a beautiful oak tree that was starting to turn a goldish color. I sketching a portrait of her for my art club assignment, when Kristy and her two followers came up to us. She looked furious. I tried to ignore her, but she was persistent. She grabbed my sketch book from my hands and flung it across the court yard.

“What was that for?” I asked jumping up. “Are you in kindergarten?”

“I’m standing here and you’re completely ignoring me.”

“Well if you want to be noticed, maybe you should make your presence known by saying something instead of taking other people’s things and flinging them across the school court yard,” I said walking over to my sketch book and tried to get the dirt off of it.

“You know what? I don’t have to listen to your ranting, I came here for a purpose.”

”Really? That’s good to know. Because I was thinking you were here to waste my time.”

“Arg, whatever. What is going on with you and Jacob? Why does he keep watching you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act all innocent. Jacob is mine, I don’t care what I have to do to be with him, but you better stay away from him. Besides, I’m much prettier that you, I mean, look at you. Your hair. What is that? Where’s your face? You’re like, faceless. Anyways, this is a warning. Next time, you won’t know what hit you,” she said flipping her hair and left, her ‘girls’ following her.

“That was weird,” I said to Laura.

“Mhm,” was all I got.

I didn’t notice that the whole school was watching our little scene. If I thought this was bad, I was in for a surprise. The rest of the week, I got stares and whispers. By the end of the week I was getting annoyed. From somewhere, I heard that people were giving me the nickname, Faceless Goth. Nice. Very mature. Luckily, if you can call it luck, the worst part happened on Saturday. It was right before lunch. Laura and I were walking to our lockers, to put our Spanish books away, as we didn’t put them away before club hour, when none other than Jacob and his crew showed up in the hall. I don’t have any idea what he was doing in our section, but he was there.

“Hey Faceless Goth,” he said causing his ‘boys’ to roll back in laughter. That did it. I couldn’t take anymore of this insulting. I knew what people were saying, but saying it to my face and laughing, that was beyond insulting. Rage ran through my veins. I felt a shiver go through my spine as I clenched my fists. My nostrils flared.

“Are you mad?” he asked in an amused voice. “What are you going to do?”

“Can you even see anything behind all that hair?” one of the guys asked, to which the other gave him a high five. I’ll have to admit, yeas my hair was covering my face, but they were all exaggerating. It was just one centimeter past my eyes. But nevertheless, the damage has bee done and there was no going back. Laura sensed my rage and tried to calm me down and asked me to leave, but it was no use.

“How dare you laugh into my face like that!!” I screamed. “And Faceless Goth? Really? What grade did you finish preschool?”

He stepped back in shock, not expecting my reaction to be like that. I noticed he was holding a canvas poster in his hand. From what I saw, it was for the school play. Well, we’ll see if you get to show it to your teacher for drama class. I grabbed it, and with all my strength I slammed it on his head, tearing it, and left him there wearing it around his neck. I ran out of the school, tears falling down my face, and Laura running after me calling my name.