Mistreated, Misplaced, and Misunderstood. (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 4.

CHAPTER 4

We walked in the grassy feild, as we came back from running the mile.

My 'friends' and I were red and sweaty, tired from running on the hill of weeds.

My yellow shirt was wet from me running in the sprinklers.

Don't blame me! It's frickin hot outside!

My 'friends' I call them, but really I don't hang out with them all that much.

I wish I did though, actually have friends.

"Go change!" The P.E. teacher yells.

The boys so maturely hits each other with their clothes making pig noises. The other kids walk over to the building, while I grab the keys to open the girl's changing room.

I walk into the changing room.

Since it is the girls changing room the walls are pink.

I don't really know, but I think the boys are blue. Speaking of boys. We could still here them, even on the other side of the walls.

Talking shit or whatever.

I sighed with exasperation and was forever silent.

After I put on my jeans and jacket, I grab my things and walk to media class.

This class I look forward to.

It's where I can be myself with editing and making music.

It's not like other classes were I will still pretend to understand everything that I don't.

I walk in two minutes early, yep.

This place is as good as a ghost town before it begins.

It's not that I'm not used to silence.

It gives me time to write, so blah!

The sound of foot steps awaken me from my thoughts.

"Hello." I say as the media teacher walks up to me.

She is a good friend of mine, but not like the friend you can hang out with.

Now that would just be weird!

"Come on get your stuff." She said. "I have some things to do in my office, so today you guys get a study hall."

My heart dropped a little.

Only because I love this class! It's not like, I hate study hall!

"Ok." I mumble and get my stuff.

Maybe twenty seconds later, I was there. In the computer lab staring at a white wall.

The lights were off and the cold air brushed through my hot and sweaty hair.

It wasn't that interesting, having study hall in the computer lab.

Just people playing games, and editing.

Josh, Finn, and Alex were playing a weird space game or something.

They start to jump through hoops or whatsit. Soon after my mind began to bend, and twist. These graphics were very, I mean very flipped out, man.

"Dang, the graphics are pretty twisted man." I repeat my thoughts to the boys.

"Yep." They all say in sync, which was pretty weird to me.

Ok than.

Ten minutes of straight playing the game. No talking, sneezing, or technically moving, other than the occasional clicks of the keyboard.