Breathe.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Breathe.

"Maybe he thought you were pretty," my mom said, trying to make me feel better. What a ridiculous thing to say!

"Mama," I cried out, " I was wearing my mask! I've never taken it off outside the house!" She shushed me as I started to calm down. She hugged me and I apologized for my outburst. 

"That's all right, Livvy...You know what I think?" I sniffled and nodded my head. "I think he saw how many handicaps you wear." She said, softly. I looked down at my bags of birdshot. "He noticed you were different...almost...out of the ordinary." I smiled up at my mum. She always knew how to make feel better. She got up and went to do the dishes. 

I got up and practiced my dancing...not that I would ever be able to show off. I took a bath, dried my hair, and slipped into my fluffy pajamas. I lad down in bed and blankly stared up at the ceiling. "Night, sweetie." My mother called down from the hall. "Night, mama." I called back to her. At exactly nine-thirty p.m all transmitters would be turned off. I stayed up as long as I could to fill my thoughts with unfinished daydreams. The last thing I remembered seeing that night, was the face of the boy in the door frame...

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Two Years Later...

An alarm sounded loudly, causing pounding in my head. It immediately stopped after the transmitter had detected I had gotten up. This was the day of my twelfth birthday. Birthdays are usually a day of celebration. For me, new age brought new handicaps. Oh, goody.

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. Sure, they wouldn't be my mum's home made ones, but they were pancakes, Everyone had to follow a strict cookbook. You couldn't even cook your grandmother's old recipe for chocolate chip cookies; just the old one sent to us by the Domestic Affairs Manager.

"Morning, birthday girl!" my mother sang to me as I walked into the kitchen. "Morning, mama." I said, in a   raspy morning voice. I sat down at the kitchen table. In front of me, were two pancakes, stacked. "Thanks mom."

I ate my pancakes and walked back to my room to get changed. I put on a white v-neck shirt and old jeans. I brushed my hair and pinned my bangs back. I took my new twelve year old mask into my hands and put it on. I grabbed my back pack and went to the living room. I strapped on my new weights...I am definetly going to be sore tomorrow.

SQUEEEEKKK.  

That sounded like a car driving with only the two front wheels. Now I've got a head ache. Great way to start off my birthday. 

"Honey, the bus is here!" My mother yelled out to me. I slumped out the door with my new handicaps. I walked onto the bus and smiled at the driver. "Happy birthday, Olivia." She said to me quietly. I nodded my head and went to find a seat. I scanned the back of the bus, looking for a place to sit.

"OLIVIA!" A voice called from the back. My best friend, Julie, was waving her hands like she'd gone mad. I would too, if I had an extra loud transmitter,  like her. She barely had any weights. 

BRIINNGGGG. 

That sounded like my old school bell. 

I walked over to her, but there was a boy sitting in my spot. "Um, excuse me, please." I said politely. He had bright red hair and didn't wear a mask or a transmitter. He narrowed his blue eyes at me. "Yeah, excuse you." He spat back. Julie rolled her eyes. "Move!" She yelled at him. 

"Olivia," the bus driver said, "Please, find a seat soon." I smiled at her and looked back to the boy. 

"Please, I just want to sit next to my best friend." I asked innocently. He scowled at me. "Look, girl, I don't care if it's your birthday. I am just important as you are today, or any other day. So you can go sit your pretty little ass down somewhere else." 

I looked down at my feet. That little snot...

All of a sudden, the bus started to shake. Someone was walking towards us. 

The boy from the doorway...

HIs weights caused the bus to sway a little, with each step he took. He still wasn't wearing his mask. "Stop staring!" I thought to myself.

"Excuse me, miss." He said to me with a smile. He had a deep, smooth voice. ...He was very mature for a thirteen year old. I took a step back.

He picked the annoying kid up by his collar and pushed him into another seat. Door frame boy turned back to me. He offered my the now vacant seat. I sat down and thanked him.

He half smirked.

"My pleasure."

AN...

Sorry it's so short lovlies! I hope you like it! Thanks for the support. Tell what ya think :)

-dancergirlie97