Differential

Differential: Division One

Differential: Division One

"Miss Welter?"

My head shot off the cold metal of my desk, my gaze finding twenty-some pair of eyes staring back.

"Care to give us an answer?"

Answer? Crap, crap, what had he asked? I just needed the question and I-

"As I assumed. Miss Welter do sleep on your own time. I have a class to teach, and while I'd love nothing more than to watch you sleep, your grades do reflect my teachings."

My face must have been five shades of red by the time everyone turned around, and I mentally cursed Mr. Monroe. He always knew the second I wasn't paying attention.

Being a freshmen in college wasn't easy. Being a freshmen in college

for the third time......let's just say the phrase 'been there, done that' just about covers it.

And it was my third time. Though I only looked to be twenty, I was really fifty-two. I aged really slow.

I can thank my Mom for that.

I focused my thoughts again, trying to pay attention to the lecture on Government and History.

It was the this class that was the hardest for me. Not academically. That was easy. It was just plain boring. After all, it wasn't my history, not really. Now math and science, those were universal languages. I could sit in a science class all day. It was.....interesting.

Focus.

I looked back to the board, to the diagrams that held labels like 'Senate' and 'Judicial'.

My gaze wandered again, and I didn't even bother trying to concentrate. It wouldn't help anyway. And besides, I could ace any test Mr. Monroe brought on. At least I had this torturous class last period. I felt sorry for those unlucky first class people.

I looked out the windows, the ones lining the side of the classroom.

I saw a squirrel munching happily on a an acorn, and smiled silently. The squirrel sat up, chirping happily. It's bushy tail was waving wildly.

I rolled my eyes.

"And remember class! Pages 143-153 due tomorrow!"

The shrill trilling of the dismissal bell reached my ears as the class groaned, and I held back a wince. My ears were more sensitive than most. As were my other senses. I could see, hear, and smell better than a human. And right now, I could smell left-over pizza in the cafeteria.

And contrary to popular belief, this schools pizza was- in a word- delicious.

Grabbing my books, I swung my backpack over my shoulder. I let the mad rush to the door clear out, then followed more slowly. People were to rushed to get out of here. I, having my own car, took my good ole time.

"Shannon!"

I turned to see my best friend, Aubree bearing down on me from across the hall. Backpack in hand and brunette hair pulled back, she looked organized.

I gave her a quick wave, acknowledging her yell and stopping her bone-crushing hug.

"Hey Aubree."

In the beginning I had tried to remain in the background. Just an average girl who liked books. Somewhat a nerd. The usual. It was kind of difficult to ignore the looks though. No one would let me just be.

My name was one of the most well known in school, something I didn't like but couldn't avoid. My silver eyes and long white hair made me stick out like a sore thumb.