She's been hurt
Branded by the scars of her past love
So to move on?
It feels as if that will only happen once eternity passes, once she can forget the
Smiles
Forget the laughs.
Her own isolation drives her mad until she can no longer feel
No longer...
1. The point in time or space at which something starts. _______________________________________
It was another day at Shoreline High, summer was quickly approaching like a raging bull. School would be over in a couple of weeks but what does Clementine care?
She's seemed to lack interest in a lot of things, all except her grades and image. Yes, people might see her as mute, but why exactly does that have to be negative?
Her pen traces the words on her paper as she reads.
"The fight for-"
Clementine's thoughts are interrupted by her ghastly looking teacher.
"Ms.Clementine, You will be catching Jace up with the assignment."
Ms.Yowler, the U.S History teacher announces. The class turns their heads, shifting in their spot and looking past the lazy uptight teacher to lay their eyes on the so called,
"Jace".
Jace looked oddly...unique in Clementine's eyes. Instead of the wife beater tank top and ripped blue jeans trend which Shoreline boys in the area seem to inherit from each other, He wore a dark maroon sweater, grey jeans, converse, and dusty blonde hair.
He even had a "enthusiastic" smile on his face to top it all off.
"Hello Jace." Clementine spat before turning back to the essay she was currently writing, re-reading it for the fifth time as the new boy sits on the stool next to hers, the legs of the stool making a loud scraping noise causing her to sub-conciously cringe.
"Hey, I'm guessing your names Clementine?" He wore a smirk. A smirk she has seen before, a corner of his lip tilting upward and a yet both cheeks showing dimples. She loved to call it, the playboy smirk.
She only nods in response, seeing this new kid as another burden.
He let out a soft silent chuckle. Which, even though how much she wanted to deny it, she found quite charming.
"Like those cute baby oranges."
She looks away from the "Woman Suffrage" paper she had been writing to look up at the boy with a curious eyebrow raised.
Did he just compare her to food?
After a brief moment of confusion she shrugs.
Only after, of course scooting her stool farther away from his, You never know.
He might be a creep with his own blog about beheading barbies and melting their legs, using them to season his freshly grounded hotdogs-
Okay maybe thats going a bit too far. But still, you never know.
"Do you ever talk?" He asks. He leans over her shoulder to read the paper on the marble table.
She shrugs again.
Hey, you can't blame her. It works with everyone else. Clementine is pretty experienced when it comes to the observation of her peers nimble minds. It's truely sad because there honestly is not much to actually observe. Just a bunch of sweaty, hungry, lazy puberic apes.
In her predictions, this boy, like everyone else in this school, will take the hint and stop talking. Even teachers had learned to accept her lack of speech. The only interactions she has with her teachers are when they assign her things, when she turns in the work, and when they grade it.
Easy, simple, predictable.
Just how Clementine prefers it to be.
"So what am I suppose to do?" He sighs.
Clementine, being the one to claim the title of being the least interactive person with another high schooler ever, pulls out a piece of paper she had put together the night before.
Yesterday, Ms.Yowler had told the whole class about the new student but being too pre-occupied with silly teen werewolf shows- which she says, "make her feel more youthful." - probably caused her to forget.
Although, from Clementine's constant eavesdropping, she had learned of the new episode from the show
-that mine as well be called "Plastic Surgery 101"-
recently aired. That is what had probably kept her 47-year-old inexperinced teacher busy.
She heard the rustling of paper as the 'new kid', who's name hadn't stuck to Clementine's memory, read over the sheets of paper.
A few distant mumbling voices arose but then there was silence. The whole class seemed to pause in a quiet tone, and Clementine was quickly absorbed into her work.
Finally, he had gotten the point.
She glares back down at her paper, staring back at the first paragraph. She ends up reading her paper fivemore times before she feels a sudden chill course through her.
The feeling almost like when you first dip into a cold river. The numbing sensation crashing through her body like waves until she finally looks up at the red digital clock which hung on the wall above Ms. Yowler's desk.
It had been twenty minutes.
New boy was being very quiet. Way too quiet.
She looks over, brisk loose fly away strands of hair moving with her.
He was gone.
♡Chapter End♡
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