Disguise

Chapter 3

The day seams to keep getting longer as it continues on.
But I am glad that it is almost over. I kept thinking about how In just a couple of hours I would be home in my bed that welcomed me to sleep. I liked being home, my parents were usually at work during the day and sometimes didn't come home until late. I liked it that way, I loved having the house to myself and being all alone inside of it. It gave me a sense of freedom that my parents didn't give me. I was never allowed to go out unless my parents knew the people and felt they were responsible enough to not effluence me to do anything. So far they thought that Clarissa was a good person and didn't do any thing bad. Little did they know, me and her actually are bad influences on each other. It's like I have two personalities, One where I act at home with my parents, and another with people I'm comfortable with or just random ones. I still had to think of a way to convince my parents to let me out on a school night, but I thought since they knew that Clarissa was a good person they might consider it. I'd zoned out for a few minutes that I didn't focus on my work that was due at the end of the period, an all about me worksheet. It's where you answer questions about yourself so that the teacher can get to know you better. The questions went on and on, one after another, continuously. They had ones that asked 'what's your favorite food?' and ones that said 'what kind of music do you listen to?'. I'm a junior now and I still have to answer stupid questions like this, at least it's better than doing actual work or worksheets. Their was one question that stood out to me 'favorite book', Of course I've read a ton of books but could I actually put a favorite. What if i put down a favorite book and then change my mind, or hurt the other books feelings? Yes, I am aware that books do not talk or anything but it just makes you think 'what if'. Have you ever stopped to think about all the 'what if's' in life. I heard someone cough. Fuck, I zoned out again. Focusing back on my work I had forgotten what class I was in, that's right chemistry. As I returned back to reality the teacher announced that we needed to print off notes tonight so that we could start the unit. Why couldn't we wait a few day till we got back into school, nobody wants to do work on the second day of school. Everyone in the classroom groaned, not thrilled to be back at school and especially already having stuff to do. The teacher said to pass up our all about me worksheet, and I've barely finished mine and wasn't planning on it. I mainly just had some doodles and half assed answered questions on it. Since the teacher Mrs.Green was still learning our names she tried to match up the worksheets with the faces. It was quite intimidating as she stared us down, glancing at the pages, studying us like an experimental subject. She had called out a few trying to pair them up with each other. RING. Saved by the bell, good timing to she could have picked up mine and questioned all the things I didn't do on it. I hoped she would have thought that I just ran out of time and not that I was a careless person. I really do care about my school work, but lately my mind has been else where and I can't focus that well. I glanced down at my schedule to see my next class would be. Since lunch counted as a whole lunch period we lost a class to be in, I didn't mind a long lunch it gave me time to sit out side. The reason we had a long lunch was because it allowed people to go get lunch or could be acted as an extra study hall. Still looking at my schedule to see what my study hall class would be I felt an arm around me.
"Hey"
It was one of Clarissa's friends.
"Umm hi?"
I was confused to why she would talk to me, or even put an arm around me.
" sorry to seam like a creep, but I think your cool and want us to be friends"
Friends? Nobody's really tried to be my friend before, except the one you've already met. We continued down the hall way in the same position that she had greeted me in.
"What class do u have"
"What?"
"What.class.do.you.have."
"Oh umm"
I looked at my schedule once more still unaware of the class, so I just handed it to her.
"Same class, nice"
I internally groaned. Great I have a class with the psychco bitch, I know I don't know her but I don't exactly like people. Especially ones that walk up on me thinking that it's okay to do what ever. When we arrived in class, I chose a seat in the back and she sat next to me. I wanted to ask why she wanted to be friends with me when I came to the conclusion that I didn't know her name. I mean I've seen her around many times, like at lunch or in the halls with her friends, but I didn't know her name. I thought about just asking for her name, then again that might seam rude or like I didn't care when I was around her. I didn't really care to begin with, but still. I looked over at her and she was drawing. I looked closer at the art work transforming right in front of my eyes. It was amazing. She was a great artist, I was really jealous of her talent. She looked up at me and we locked eye contact.
"You're a really great artist"
"Thanks, I guess I'm really not that good though"
I just smiled and continued to look at the piece of art, beautifully conducted.
"Do you draw"
"A little bit, not as good as you"
"I seriously doubt that"
"No really I'm terrible"
"May I see some?"
"I'll consider it for some other time"
She just smiled, really big, like she was actually thrilled about seeing my work. That just made her more strange to me.