Invisibility Switch

Chapter 2

When the bell finally went off nearly half our class shuffled in leisurely. Most of them were yawning, but a handful of them- the football players were being obnoxiously loud.

Mrs. Thatcher quieted the class and told us to get our projects from the back of the class and continue them. I look at Aspen wiling him to get off his ass and go get our project with my mind- well actually a bored expression.

Aspen just smirked at me and crossed his arms, sitting back in his chair. Moaning exasperated I give a pleading look. He smirks more and says, in his asshat way, "Well Jo, since you didn't get hit by that car you should be just fine getting our project."

Glaring at him I go to get the project, bumping into something in the process, almost falling on my ass. Regaining my balance I look up to apologize to the person. Opening my mouth, I stumble on my words for a moment- I bumped into the dude from this morning.

Quickly I apologize before attempting to put my head down and hurry past him. But it seemed he had already realized it. "Hey! It's you, I hit you with my car this morning. I tried to get out to make sure you were okay but you ran off." He ranted.

Groaning internally I go to walk past him and again he stops me, so unconcerned I murmur out a simple. "I'm fine." Then manage to get around him.

He followed me over the projects, which I realized he was going to already. "Again I'm sorry, can I do anything. Are you sure you aren't hurt in anyway?" He asks

I murmur another quiet, "No" before grabbing mine and Aspen's project. I grab the rest of our needed supplies, ignoring the dude hell bent on apologizing. In the cabinet I grab a pack of colored pencils, acrylic paint with paintbrushes and a pallet then a cup of water.

Mrs. Thatcher had given us a partner assignment, each partner was given a piece of 18x9 inch paper. We were to part are paper in two squares and use different supplies on both of it. Once we were finished, we would combine it together, making an 18x18 inch square. According to her it was to combine your inner emotions with the piece, then combine it with our partners. We would then compare it to see what we have in common with our partner.

Aspen and I had chosen to use acrylic paint, colored pencils, sharpies and strips of newspaper. We had been assigned it four days ago and had today left to finish it.

I haven't even really given Aspen's half of it a glance, my mind had been preoccupied lately. Casting my eyes down to the project I clear my mind and think of what still needs to be done.

In the center of my paper, there's a skull made out of painted newspaper. It seems like a big blur of vibrant colors. Surrounding the skull are different designs, but all black and white.

I look over to aspens paper and in I see an alien smoking a blunt, ridding a skateboard on the side of the moon, with a pack of wolves howling up at him. It's all outlined in black and then the rest of the paper shows and enchanting galaxy.

After admiring it for a moment, I turn back to my piece and start shading the background darker.

While I shaded, I listened to a playlist off my phone and felt a feeling of relief rush over me. I felt so calm and relaxed, that is before the guy who ran me over came over sitting way too close, bumping my arm making me leave a dark black line across my paper.

I jerked my head up giving him a look that, if looks could kill, would have killed him. He smiled down at me sheepishly and stuttered out an apology.

Why can't this guy just get the hint and leave me alone? I don't feel like giving him an explanation about this morning, nor do I feel like acting civil. My obviously annoyed behavior however, did not send him running. Nope, it seemed to encourage him.

His smile returned, only to fall quickly as he spoke in a hushed tone inquiring, "I know I hit you, I felt the impact on my car, how did you manage to walk away without a scratch?"

On any normal situation I would have ignored him bluntly, but with the mood I was in I didn't care to beat around the bush, and I replied furiously,
"Listen, whatever your name is, because I'm tired of being pestered by you and I'm annoyed already from getting hit by your car. And that's not even adding to the fact of you messing up my project. Yes, you did hit me. Yes, I'm fine and don't hurt, so would you do me a favor and go back to your jocks and leave me be?"

I was fuming after my little speech and ready for him to leave when I noticed it. He was shell-shocked frozen, silent as a mime, and so was everyone else surrounding us.

As my throat began to close up and my body began to shake, all of the attention became far too much. I lean over to Aspen and ask him to put my stuff up when he's done as I grab my things. After he nods I shove two earbuds in my ears and bolt from the room and find the closest door that exited the building. Once out the threshold of the door, I go to the truck and drive, with no certain destination in mind.