Strike Me Down

Chapter 1: Rare

  "Ok class, today we have a new student, Emily Carver?"

As I heard my queue I walked into the plainly decorated classroom that I'd spend from 7:30 to 8:20 every day for the rest of the year. I stood at the front of the class and saluted to the teacher and turned to look at all the blank stares in the class everything had a purple tint through my sunglasses and I couldn't help but smile, "Yo."

I spot an empty desk in the back corner right next to the window and made my way to it. I threw my black plaid book bag down beside my chair and just a moment later everyone went back to doodling on their desk or reading. "Mrs. Carver, we have a pop quiz today, you'll be taking it next week, so could you step out?" the whole class groaned and I couldn't help but smirk. "sure thing coach," I smiled and made my way to the door where I had just come in moments before. "Vincent, could you too please exit while we take this?" the boy in front of my desk stood up and nodded, he picked up a book and a computer bag and followed me.

I sat against the wall to the left of the door crisscross and pulled a cherry sucker from my jacket pocket. 'Vincent' sat on the other side of the door and opened one of his books. large square glasses covered his icy blue eyes, his black curly hair reached his thin eyebrows, his round ears met his sharp jaw line and rounded off chin. above it was a pair of full, thin, deep pink, lips in his dark pale complexation and his curved, sharp, nose. he looked at me and I quickly looked away with a goofy smile. I saw he was reading Shakespeare and couldn't help it. "Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service." I turned and made eye contact and even with the purple tint I could see the flare in his blue eyes. "Did you really use a pickup line from the 17th century?" I burst out laughing and he smiled. I popped my sucker in my mouth and nodded, "yeah Vincent,"that's not my name," I tilted my head, "no? that's what baldy called you." he laughed at my new name for the coach. "my name in Jackson, that's my last name." I lifted my glasses and stared at him, I could see the curiosity in his eyes as he stared into mine. "heterochromia," he said almost dazzled, "and how is your eye purple that's so incredibly rare!" he took out a large canon camera from his computer bag, " may I?" he asked. I nodded and he looked through the lens and took a picture of me.

I brushed my pastel purple hair our of my face and asked to see the picture. "I have a camera like this but I don't carry it haha." I laughed and looked at him. "I like your hair by the way."I pulled my bangs down in my face and rolled my eyes, "I went through the trouble of quoting Shakespeare and that's the best you can do?" we both laughed and the bell rang. I jumped up and grabbed my bag, he stood up and towered over me. "I'll catch you later." I said and he stopped me just before I ran off. "here." he handed me a card and I stuck it in my bra and saluted before skipping away.

before my next class, I pulled the small Card out of my bra and saw it was a photography business card. I felt on the front and there were multiple bumps. It over and saw a phone number and a blog URL, I laughed and shoved it into my jacket and walked into my next class with a slight grin on my face.