She could't beleive it. Another group project. Another horrible moment where she would be all alone and one of three things would happen,
1. She would have to be with the mean kid no one like.
2. Be with the teacher... (again)
3. Or be alone and do it by herslef. (again).
Katlynn usually hoped for the third option. SHe was used to being alone. Prefered it actually. She sat in the the back corner of a table and watched everyone running around her English class. Fining their friends disscussing what their project was going to be about and how much glitter they should use. She rolled her eyes and the though of the "preppy" girls making a glittery poster about one of the most disturbed books ever written. The Lord of the Flies. She hated that stupid book. Although now that she was thinking about it... she hated a lot of things.
She sat and watched the galivanting of teenagers a moment longer and did her normal rutien for moments like this. Put her ear buds in. Clicked the loudest album. Listend as everything faded away. She closed her eyes and sat alone. Another moment of just her and her music. It seemed that it was always just her and her music.
A few moments later she felt a tap on her shoulder. She pulled her slef away from her favorite begining line of her favorite Pierce the Veil song.("I kissed the scars on her skin. I still think your beautiful. And I don't ever want to loose my best friend.") She looked up to see an angry teacher looking down at her. He was so tall when she was sitting. His greesy black hair falling into his face, over his eyes. She looked down and examined the skinny mans body stance to see if she could tell what kind of conversation this would be. Katlynn had this weird skill to where she could tell byt body languge and eye structer what kind of incounter she might have with a person. Glancing back up at Mr. Level (He English teacher) she could tell this wouldn't be a good one. He made the gesture to his ears for her to remove her earbuds. She did so.
"Katlynn. Shouldn't you be picking a partner?" He was trying to sound so much like a teacher instead of a concerned friend. My. Level was the only teacher who knew how upset Katlynn truly was. He had figured it all out at the first parent teacher confrence when she came alone just so she didn't have to be home and thought she could figure out some way to make up some grades. Her parents hadn't bothered to come, not like she wanted them to in their condition. They were divorced so nothing ever went well. They were two totally different people who never agreed on anything and always brought her in the middle.
"Well you know Mr. Level I'm more of a independent kind of worker." She was trying so hard to be possitve and funny to assure him that she was ok. He looked at her with such sadness in his bright green eyes.
"So you would like to do yet ANOTHER project alone?" He was so sure that she would make friends. She had promissed at the parent teacher confrence. That was four months ago.
"Yes please. A big project like this I would really like to do alone... Glitter free..." He turned his head to see the group of girls still talking about glitter and prosumambly boys. Mr. Level couldn't help but to give out a chuckle.
"Alright.... You may work on this ONE final priject alone, and I'm only allowing it because I want you to show the others what this book REALLY means." Now it was her turn to laugh. She didn't do it often but for some reason when the small moment came it was with this teacher. She felt as though he understood her. Then she had to remind herself.... no one understood her, and no one ever will.
