Her Beautiful Demise

Chapter 2

Class started when the bell rang, and I slowly lifted my head to make it seem like I was paying attention. Lately I had no desire to be in school – I would rather be at home, sleeping in my bed.

 

Mr. Berty slowly rose from his desk, looking annoyed as usual. He didn’t keep it a secret that he hated our class. Why, no one would know.

 

“We have a new student coming.” He cleared his throat. “Is she here?” He looked around the class, hoping someone would say something, because he probably didn’t know anyone’s name. “Ugh, what’s her name…” His very deep voice crept under my skin, and a chill ran down my spine. He pulled up his pants, which were always too big, up around his fat stomach. He grabbed his planner and read down the list of students.

 

“Let’s see, Amy?” He looked around, but everyone seemed uninterested. “Maybe she’s not here –“

 

Right as he was about to finish, the door slowly opened. I didn’t care much, but my eyes drifted towards the door anyway.

 

“Sorry I’m late sir,” a soft voice whispered.

 

 I looked towards the small girl standing in the doorway. Her blonde hair was thin, and fell past her shoulders. She had dark circles under her blue eyes, as if she hadn’t slept in days. She was wearing a sweatshirt that hid most of her body. Her skinny jeans clung to her toothpick legs.

 

“Find an empty seat please,” Mr. Berty said. “This is Amy Kline,” he informed the class.

 

Everyone fell silent as we watched the girl find her seat. She was beautiful but looked so worn out. She sat a couple seats away from me, and I kept my eyes on her. Mr. Berty started the class, and Amy didn’t make another sound. She took notes, scribbling quickly in her notebook. I watched as the skin clung to her bony hands.

 

When the bell rang, I quickly grabbed my things, and headed out the door. Amy had stayed back to talk to Mr. Berty about something. There was something about her sparked my interest, but I didn’t have time to think about.

 

 I tried to sleep through most of my other classes, as I usually did. We were only a month into school, but my teachers were used to it. Junior year was the worst, but I didn’t care much.

 

My teachers had stopped waking me up when I fell asleep; they had also learned that calling on me was useless. I was a smart student – certainly not as smart as some in my class – but I put little effort into my work. When I would hear we were having a quiz or test, I would try my hardest to study, and would end up doing pretty well. Because of this, my teachers didn’t care what I did in class, as long as I was passing.

 

When I went to lunch, I met up with Veronica like I did every day. She packed her lunch, and often packed for me as well. She threw a sandwich at me, which I caught immediately. I slumped down in the booth next to her and bit into the sandwich.

 

“How was class?” She asked. Our lunch was inconveniently placed towards the end of our day, before our last class. I luckily had my last class, Geometry, with Cody.” I didn’t have any classes with Veronica, however.