Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter Two

AN: How do you like it so far? I'm editing things again, because the parts are too short.

If Aaron knew Adelias was my brother, he would despise me. He never wanted to relocate in the first place. I knew this wasn’t me being melodramatic. It was completely and utterly realistic. If he found out somehow, he’d tell others. Then they would look at me with this constant pity. They would think I wasn’t perfect. I wouldn’t be the smart Indian girl. I would be someone living with no cause.

It hurt somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach. It agonized my soul more than every time I visited my brother before he went into an intense surgery with the fear he may never live to see another dawn. It burned like a piece of me had been ripped out and stolen. Like it would never be returned. I didn't understand why or how, but it was an endless cliff of worry for the drop ahead. I had an emotional attachment to boy I had known for less than 24 hours.

However, that's ridiculous. Things like this don't happen in real life. People don't just develop strange attachments to each other for helping them around the school. Nothing is meant to be like this. Disney is full of false ideas and hopeful girls. 

The next morning, the blue jays sang outside my balcony just like they did every day. They echoed a beautiful song. 

Life was seemingly the same when I rose from my soft memory foam bed and bumped my skull on my white bed frame. Life felt much more aberrant, despite following the same routines. I prepared for the school day, skipped downstairs and munched on a granola bar as I crammed in last minute studying. 

I assured myself everything would be fine as I parked my Mustang car in an empty parking spot, held my tongue inside my mouth, and walked up the school steps with my flowered skirt sloshing around my thighs. I wanted a Prius, to be honest. However, “no daughter of mine would drive such a cheap car.” 

“Aurora!” I revolved to face the location of the voice. I was accustomed to people staring at me and looking at what I was doing. The perks of being intelligent, sadly. I don’t think I am extremely popular. But, I have an unusual name and a lot of people voted for me. I guess that means I must be well known and well liked. I am not really sure.

You see, my school is really weird. The cheerleaders are losers. No one really likes them and they aren’t too special. The football coach is horrible and the team has just fallen apart. I guess that leaves baseball and soccer. Soccer is alright. I think the team does just alright. Our baseball team is exceptional, considering we are an “All-American” town. The basketball here is really good, as far as I know. I would play, but the academic clubs are on the same days. 

My smile faded immediately when I faced the owner of the voice.

“Hi.” I feigned normalcy. “What class do you have now?”

“AP Biology. And yourself?” He was ecstatic to see me or he was ecstatic to be attending his second day of school at Killingsworth High School. 

“Likewise.” I felt sick to my stomach with worry.

He chatted gleefully to classroom A-204. He didn’t notice my spaced out gaze or my lackadaisical responses.

“I went to the hospital with my dad.” He said, situating himself comfortably in a seat beside mine. Before he had a chance to continue, a professor the size of a giraffe walked in. Mr.Lank was his name. We called him Mr.Lanky, because he was so tall and skinny. He was fairly awkward looking, but he taught well and allowed us to do as we pleased. I enjoyed AP Biology, I guess. It was all the same to me.  I was only a sophomore. I shouldn't have to be so advanced, but then again, I did for my father.