Reverse Reality

Chapter 3

I know people always say how hate is a strong word and how children can't hate, but I can say for certain that I hate school. It wasn't the education that i hated, it was the fact that public school is a joke (yes even rich kids go to public schools). They put 200 kids in each grade who all learn differently and "strongly dislike" their classmates, deprive them of food/water, and using a restroom, and expect them to be perfect students when the teachers usually don't even know what there talking about. It was a total joke. For the kids with lots of friends, it was no big deal. They got to chat in class and have the best days of their lives while the few kids like me were stuck getting walked all over by the higher ups. Well, I wasn't really like any of the other kids. Red eyes and white hair kinda put you on the outside of any friend circle. Add a geeky personality, a shut-in attitude, and a snarky-sarcastic demeanor, well, it didn't equal many friends. In my case, one. And that one was just as a big a dork as me. Who dyes their hair green? And wears Menger Sponge as a chain on their pants? Yet was still one of the most popular kids in school. People made no sense.

Speaking of no sense, I was stuck in Physics for the entire morning, then Chemistry until lunch. Weeeeee, nap time for Raven! I groaned and hit my head against my locker, and winced as it smacked it too hard. Rubbing the corner of my head, I glared at the metal door before slamming it and storming off to class. Ignoring the looks of disgust on the way, I stared down at my feet and bulldozed my way through. Mr. Cheston always hated me and being late constantly didn't help at all. He was an ass anyway. Whenever he lectured me, it made me wonder if it was possible to murder someone with a pencil. Maybe if I drove it far enough into his eye....

With a heavy "THUD!" I dropped my books onto the desk and plopped down into the desk, pretending not to notice the whispering behind me. A high pitched voice called out "Geez Raven, you'd think after you make much noise sitting down you'd want to lose some weight!"

I rolled my eyes and without even flinching called back, "Bitch please, you're so fat the only letters of the alphabet you know are KFC. And I may be fat, but you are ugly and I can diet."

The girl (Stacey, I believe. I've lost track of all the girls who hate me) was about to say something biting back but froze as the teacher walked in, scowling as usual. He said something about  our previous assignment and how it was due and blah blah blah. Sighing, I turned my head away to face the window. A large row of dark grey clouds was rolling in, covering up the all-to bright sun. It was too early to snow, which was a shame. I was quite fond of snow, being from Syracuse. I had only moved after mom left. 

There was just something about snow. The intricate designs of the flakes, the smell, the cold, and the feeling of total comfort. I rarely ever felt safe from Shenaca, or from the  assholes I was forced to deal with in real life, but being wrapped in a blanket watching the snow fall was one of the times I could relax and feel some what happy. I really believed I had two friends, N and Jack. I'd spent many happy nights curled up in a blanket outside talking to my "Imaginary" friend (I say imaginary because I truly believe that if you believe in something or someone hard enough, they become real, even if you're the only one who can see them.) , or admiring the fern-like patterns he left on my window. But winter was the only time I could talk to him. 

"RAVEN LAIN BALAOR! I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU COULD EVEN PRETEND TO PAY ATTENTION IN MY CLASS!"

The loud, flat voice snapped me back to my senses, and I was greeted by an angry red face. Jesus, could no one pronounce my name?

"Its Balaur! Geez, its not that hard!" I yelled back, forgetting that I was talking to a teacher. I had the nasty habit of forgetting who was in authority.

"Fine then, Miss Balaur, since you decided you're too good to pay attention in my class, you get to answer the next question." He said in a snide tone, "Define power and tell me what velocity is. Since you weren't paying attention, I'll make it easy for you."

"Too easy, Power is the rate at which work is done and Velocity is speed with direction. See, I was paying attention." Which was a total lie.

He glared at me before turning back to the board covered in symbols and numbers. Physics wasn't necessary for any job I wanted, but my Dad wanted me to take it instead of Illustration, which I had been wanting to take for months. But what Father says is law, unless Jess wants it differently. She could make the president kneel down and kiss her boots whenever she wanted too. 

Pushing the step-witch out of my mind, I turned my head up to the clock. "Its really to bad I can't move time. It would always be after 3." Well, time to practise patience I guess.