I wish I could say I was normal, but when people purposely set fire to your science project you get a faint inkling that all is not right in the world. And yes, they really did set fire to my project. I like to think it was out of jealousy, but how jealous can a third grader be of a lumpy clay volcano?
In my world, apparently a lot, and to me Shay’s world is the most important on the list of most important things. Quirky
Like most stories, there’s a beginning to mine, but like most unique people, I’m going to start out where I’m at now. So I guess you can call this my beginning because honestly I have no other place to start. How else do you write something as your life goes on? I mean it’s not like anybody will read this journal is it? Didn’t think so, now back to the half mad ramblings that make up my mind.
Today had already begun splendidly, with a missing homework assignment, dead spider dropped down the back of my shirt, and most recently, a dodge ball to the face. Yeah, today was going great…
Right now though, I’m standing in the middle of the lunch room like a dope waiting for a seat to be vacated. I watched as more than one person put their feet up on the neighboring chair just to keep me from sitting there.
Did I mention how popular I am? I mean you should be able to tell but if you can’t or if you happen to be new here…
Yeah, I’m one of the most popular kids in this school, hundreds of friends, guys lining up to date me, heck my psychologist says I even have a few real ones. You know the kind people don’t think you’re crazy because you’re not talking to thin air?
I sighed, it could be worse I suppose. I could have absolutely nobody, at least my Imaginary friends are still here.
Too bad my sanity isn’t.
I finally managed to find a seat that didn’t automatically sprout a pair of feat or a backpack when I approached. Taking it gratefully I surveyed my tablemates carefully, cursing a line of mental cusses that would make a sailor blush.
I would have to sit here wouldn’t I?
“Why are you sitting here?” Hayden glared at me from across the table, his handsome face framed by stray wisps of ebony hair.
“Eating my lunch,” I replied as calmly as I could. Hayden was not known for his good temper, good looks? Yes, attitude no. And for some reason he particularly hated me.
It’s not like I have an issue with people hating me, but usually they had a reason, like I accidently hit the baseball and hit them or I tracked mud through their classroom. Hayden though, I had never done anything to him and what made it even more maddening was the times when he would get this real soft expression on his face and…
I blinked, darn it, he had the soft face on. The hard blue eyes that had glared icy daggers at me before now had melted.
“Are you doing anything later?” The question caught me off guard and I coughed on the steamed vegetables I had just put in my mouth.
“What?” came out as a very high pitched wheeze.
“Are. You. Doing. Anything. Later?” he enunciated each word like I was an idiot.
Not that I can blame him for that, I am an idiot. “Umm, no?”
“Good then you can meet me at the back of the gym later.” He stood and walked away, his stride slow and smooth.
