Epilepsy

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I wake up before my alarm to light beaming though the blinds in my room as a rude reminder that it is time to get up for school- but I roll over and take five more minutes of sleep to my benefit. Beauty sleep is important after all. I can still feel my eyes heavy with sleep needing at least a couple more hours. so I doze off, just until my alarm.

*BZZZ*

My alarm sounds and I roll over to turn it off, wanting yet five more minutes, but obligation calls. I drag myself out of bed and get ready for the day. Being a high school student is a high maintenance. All of the girls wear globs of mascara and I don't know how they don't ruin their hair with the amount of times they straighten it- if they were smart they would know that all you need to do straighten it until it is straight; there is no need for all of the constant straightening for an hour, it doesn't make your hair any more straight. And why is it so bad to wear your hair natural for once? Thank god my hair is decent if I wash it in the morning and dry it, but if I sleep on it wet, all hell breaks lose. But I do have straight hair and so it gets tangled really easily- I could brush my hair once before I leave my house and have to brush it again when I get to school. I remember when I was little and I once woke up with the biggest rats nest on top of my head. I didn't know how I was ever going to get it out. Lots of detangler and brushing was used along with a lot of tears.

I am not really one of those trendy girls, but I do like to look nice. and since I do live in Kentucky, the weather has a mind of its own. the winters get really cold and the summers get fairly humid. But seeing as it is February, and 20 degrees out with a windchill of 10, I will probably war a sweater and jeans. nothing too elaborate or fashionista- which is kind of weird since I am an a visual art person, so I should be more trendy wearing fashionista clothes. but in my opinion I don't think I meet the art person stereotype. I leave that to Mellie my best friend. 

My phone chimed, a text from Mellie, speak of the devil. She is here to pick me up, so I put my coat and converse on, and do a skip walk sort of motion down the stairs. 

"Do you have your Calculus homework? Call me! Im going to be working late, dinner is in the fridge!" mom called after me. I said bye back as I ran out the door and to the car. 

The heat was all the way up, and sadly there was no seat warmers in Mellie's car, but it was only a five minute drive to school so it was ok. She drove a junker that was a hand me down from her grandma. Mellie was short for Melanie, and she hated to be called that- so I didn't tell you! We have been best friends since the first grade when our teacher just happened to sit us at the same table on the first day of school, and after that we were inseparable. We have done everything together- countless vacations and sleepovers. Today she was of corse being a fashionista again. even though it was something so simple she pulled it off and made it so fashionable. it was a white long sleeve blouse with a brown corduroy skirt and a cute jacket. I would never wear it today because I would be cold- but thats just me. 

By the time we got to school, we were on the topic of boys again. Why didn't I like any boys at school? I swear this was the topic we had everyday. I always tried to avoid it but it seems like I cannot. Same answer as always- none of the boys at school are cute or romantic. The ones who are romantic are not cute. The ones who are cute are jerks. 

"Ok but isn't Justin Canti cute? can't we just talk about attraction?" she asked getting out of the car. 

"Ok fine. Justin is attractive, bu-" I know this was a bad response because she would take it as I liked him.

"So maybe you like him?" She piped up getting all jumpy.

"NO! I don't like him at all. Remember in middle school when he picked his nose when he thought no one was looking? why would I like him?" I protested with a disgusted face.

"People grow up?"  she shrugged her shoulders.

Now in the building I realized it was going to be a long day with only two classes with her!

"God, why can't we have more classes together?" I huffed as I waved bye and headed toward my locker. I grabbed my books and shoved my bag into the small space and headed for homeroom.

"New kids..." whispers were in the hall. I don't know why people make such a big fuss about 'new kids'- its just someone new to go to school with and spend our days doing math and eating crappy school cafeteria food. but it is odd there there is plural and in the middle of the year. 

I sat at my desk in the back and got out some homework I still needed to finish. but my phone went off- a text from Mellie- "did you hear about the new kids?"

"Ya how many are there?"

"idk but several. like five-ish."

"strange?"

"maybe there are some cute ones." to which I didn't respond and started my homework while everyone started to come in and sit. 

A couple of minutes pass by and my concentration starts lacking. I lose focus and look up realizing there is this guy- Tall, very tall, and built. He has brown hair and brown eyes- He has all black on. a black shirt and leather jacket, with jeans- and he is looking at me. He smiles and walks towards me and I go back to my homework because I have no idea what else to do. 

He slumps into the desk next to mine and scotches a little closer, leans towards me sniffs the air. I give him no attention. and he seems irritated. 

"I am Jillian." He says to which I give him no response and continue on my homework. He tries a few more things, before I tell him that it is due during my next class so if he could stop that would be great. I take deep breaths.

The bell rings for my next class and I get up fast. I am out of the room before he can catch me- or I think. Im doing the fastest walk I think I have ever done before, but I am starting to feel spacey and light headed so I focus on my mouth and continuously bite down on it trying to keep myself here- I continue walking to class realizing that he has caught up with me. My leg jerks and I trip but catch myself. he asks me something but I don't hear him. It is like I am in a muffled cloud. I cannot hear anything. I think I am going to pass out! *****************************************

Hey Guys!

So if you have already ready this please re-read it. it is having a complete reconstruction.

sorry

~K