Chapter 2

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"So." Mel said, eyeing me. . "What's up?"

I looked up from my unpacking. "With what?" I said cluelessly. I knew what she was talking about but I really did not want to discuss it. It just made me feel... I don't know....weird. I did not need to be known as the 'weird girl'. Not now, not ever.

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Seriously? Your weird freaky gift exchanging thing. Com'on. give me the deets!" She punched my arm lightly and smiled.

"Oh...nothing." I switched the subject. "How's it with you and Blake?" I made a kissy face. "MWA MWA MWA!!!" Melanie and Blake had been dating for about a year now. They were totally in love and I  took every chance I had to tease her about it. 

Mel laughed then blushed. "Amazing..."  We laughed for a while longer, me teasing her, her blushing and then shyly answering my question. Then, suddenly, She said, "OHMYGOD! I Have to go! I'm so late I'm so sorry! Bye!' She then hugged me and left before I could say anything in return.

Once I had finsihed unpacking, I took a quick shower. The car was hot and I had built up a mild sweat. When I got out, I wrapped a fuzzy blue towel around myself and walked back into the room. I let out a quiet shriek. There was an extremley skinny blonde haired girl on the bed opposit mine. I quickly Chastised myself. She was probaby my roomate. She quickly got up and put her hands out in surrender.

"I"m so sorry! I Didn't mean to scare you." Her voice was a high soprano, like a childs.

I took a deep breath then held the towel closer and tighter against my body. "It's okay. I'm Aubree, But you can call me Bree."

She smiled, I think at my friendlyness. "I know. I'm Fay"  When I gave her a confused look, she grabbed a packet of papers and waved them in the air. "I have your schedule." 

I nooded, finally getting why she knew my name. I mean seriously, people couldn't of been talkign about me that much. Could they?

I reached out for it. On The top it stated my name and many various number sequences and words that I had no meaning for. Under that, It stated my schedule.

9AM: 1st Period-Private gift studies                                          Teacher: Ms.Moore

10AM: 2nd Period-Math                                                               Teacher:Mr. Lunn

11AM:3rd Period-Gift History                                                      Teacher:Mr.Hennington

Noon:Lunch  

1PM: 4th Period-Language Arts                                                Teacher: Mrs. Murray

2PM: Science                                                                                 Teacher: Ms. Denton

As I read over my new schedule, I heard Fay walk over. Once I finished reading, She pointed to my paper. She went down the list of teachers saying what there reputations where among the students.

"Ms. Moore, Excellent. It totally makes sense that you got her, with your one of a kind gift and all. Only a couple of students get to be taught by her a year. Mmmm. Mr. Lunn... He is horrible. I had him last year."

She kept going on like this. Apparently it went like this: Ms. Moore- Excellent- Mr. Lunn-Horrible, he's very strict- Mr. Hennington-Alright, but talks alot.- Mrs. Murray- A bitter old lady- Ms.Denton: Awesome and young. She had graduated only a couple of years back.

My classes would be starting tomarrow, and I was completley and utterly overwhelmed with emotion. I was scared, nervous, happy, excited, and so many other things that I had no name for.

"Do I have any classes with you?" I said a bit too desperatley.

"Mhhmm." She replied. " You have 1st and 2nd Period with me." 

I let out a breath of relief. Fay let out a little laugh.

" No one bites here. I mean yeah Aaron is a huge prick, and bit that one kid back in second grade. But that was second grade."

I laughed at her joke, although it would have been much funnier if I knew who Aaron was. Thankfully, I would soon.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 30, 2011 ⏰

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