Unfortunate

Chapter 1

Mallory's Point of View

5 months earlier

     Your mind is it's own being, whether you want to admit it or not. Sure, it's your mind, and you control most of the decisions you make and thoughts (no matter how absurd they may be) you produce. You also know when to move your arms, fingers, or any other body part on command at any given time. But answer me this: how does your brain know this? Were you ever taught this as a newborn? No, you just did it. The nerves in your mind travel through your body to make motion, that much I know. And sure, you can take classes or read books to learn even more about the way your mind works. But that's my point; you have to learn about your mind. You don't just know everything because it's inside your particular head. I have another question: why do I think so much about one guy at my high school who I barely know? Why does my heart flutter and footsteps go out of line when I see him? What causes me to do such things even though I know they are stupid? This brings me back to saying that my mind - and everyone's mind - is it's own being. Although my thoughts say that it's illogical to like someone you barely know, my mind tells my body to react in such a way every time I see him. 

     Besides the fact that the human brain is kind of creepy, I've always admired it. School is one of the most important things in my life, and I try to put my brain to use every minute I can. The high school I go to is no different than any other public school in America. My life isn't much different, either. Normal parents, great friends, fortunate life-style, straight A student, 143 followeres on Pinterest (yay!). And of course there's the normal sixteen year-old girl's crush. You won't hear any complaining from me, for I am very happy with my typical life.

     As of now, I am sitting happily in math class, soaking up as much information as I can like usual.

     “Mal!” I hear someone whisper.

    Turning my attention to the desk behind me, I see my best friend, Kylie. To be honest, “best friend” would be an understatement considering how close we are. We’ve been friends since 3rd grade and we’re now in our junior year, and  our friendship is a pretty well-known fact at this school. 

     “Shh! Ms. Egan is talking, Ky!” I respond, annoyed that she is trying to distract me from the lesson yet again.

     “God, you’re such a dork,” Kylie tells me jokingly.

     “Like I don’t know,” I smile at her, “But seriously, this better be good. Ms. Egan is going to flip out any second now.”

     “We’re just talking, she won’t mind. But do you have a pencil? I need one. Like, really bad,” Kylie says sounding completely serious. Was she kidding? Of course Ms. Egan will mind! I’m losing valuable education time for this?

     “You never gave me back the one I let you borrow yesterday!” I whisper/scream at her.

     Just when I was about to turn back around, I hear something that gives me goose-bumps just from the mere sound of it. The good kind of goose-bumps, though. The kind you get when something you’ve been thinking about for longer than you know you should starts interacting with you in real life. That “something” (or rather “someone”), happens to be a boy named Elliot Campbell.

                “Hey you guys better be quiet, the teacher doesn’t like it when you talk,” Elliot whispers leaning over his desk that was to the right of Kylie’s. His smirk indicated that he was talking in a mock-serious tone. “We don’t want a repeat of last week.”

     How did he remember last week? I almost forgot, and it embarrassed the crap out of me. Kylie and I were talking a little too loud and… never mind. I want to just forget it.