Destiny's sight

Chapter 4- Still lacking the chapter names

I walked into my english classroom with a smirk on my face. I had managed to convince my teacher that the note was actually from my mother and weaseled my way out of an hours detention. The english teacher, Mrs Felix, just looked at me for a second before going back to writing on the board. I took my seat and put my feet on the table.

Mrs Felix was the only teacher I liked. She used to love Chelsea like a daughter so when she died me and her became close. We both shared the same grief over losing her. She understood me and, as a result, I became interested in writing. I could let my feelings out through the words on paper and I spent a lot of my free time writing poetry. I know what you're thinking. She's such an emo! OMG! Well I'm no emo but I would rather be called one if that meant people didn't hate me so much. They all said it was my fault that Chelsea died and it should have been me. I silently agreed however I wished it would stop. I had enough guilt withought them adding more.

I was pulled from my thoughts when someone threw a pencil at my head. I was suddenly filled with rage. I had never let things like that bother me however I felt the need to fight back. I turned to see a blonde haired boy smirking at me and aiming another pencil for my head. He threw it but my hand darted up to catch it. I caught it perfectly and threw it back at him. It hit him in the face and I smirked at his shocked expression.

Nobody else had seen it however I quickly pulled my emotions together and turned back to face the board. I watched Mrs Felix write words in her swirly hand writing. I absentmindedly doodled on the front of my book, another reason I liked Mrs Felix was because she let us doodle on our books, as I watched Mrs Felix walk around the classroom. I sketched out a drawing of her face. she was like a mother to me. She was a better mother then the one I lived with.

"I'm not sure I'm that pretty dear." Mrs Felix told me as she looked over my shoulder at my sketch. Her eyes crinkled a little in the corners as she smiled. Not a fake smile most teachers would put on but a full, real smile with emotion. I smiled back.

"You're prettier." I replied and I meant it. She had long, curly blonde hair, big brown eyes framed by thick lashes, full, pink lips and a little button nose. She reminded me of Chelsea in more than one way. She even had the same bubbly, the cup's half full, personality and a positive way of life. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be a little mini Mrs Felix because she was unable to have children. that's one of the reasons she treated Chelsea like her own.

She blushed a little and thanked me before walking off. She was a truley lovely teacher but too many students took advantage of her kindness and she never recieved complements from anyone but me now. Not even her husband gave her complements. I couldn't believe it when she married him. He was a cranky older man with graying hair, an attitude problem almost as bad as mine and a huge beer gut. He didn't deserve sweet, young thing like Mrs Felix but she said love is blind. I just didn't understand it.

I,reluctently, stood up when the bell rang. I slung my old, black rucksack over my shoulder and walked out of the class. I remembered that it was P.E now. I debated going but remembered I forget my kit. Oh well! I walked to the yard and went to my spot behind the row of tree at the bottem. I chewed my gum as I watched the leaves move in the breeze. I loved nature.

The smell of leaves drifted into my nostrils and I inhaled happily. A few birds hopped down from trees to peck at the ground around me. That's another strange thing about me. Animals just weren't scared of me. It was strange when a wolf, known for being wild, came up to the fence at a zoo and let me stroke it's head without biting but when my sister tried to do the same it nearly bit her hand off. Mother was furious. She told me I was stupid and reckless for touching a wild animal and slapped my hands. I cried for hours but the wolf, who's name was Lorcan, kept me company and I went back to visit him every month after that. The zoo keepers are still amazed. Out of that terrible thing I got a new friend. a treasured friend. I think that he liked me more because I treated him as an equal not a pet.

I lay there listening to the bell. I heard it ringing and the voices of teenagers flooded my ears. I sighed sadly as the birds flew off. most people had no respect for the life around them. I put my gum in a bin and chewed on some celery. I was a vegetarian and mostly stuck to salad for lunch. I also didn't eat anything that had been processed or mass produced except gum. Gum was my only weakness. I spend most of my money on gum and often wondered how much I would save if I stopped chewing gum but it wasn't like I ever bought candy. Unless it was the little fruit candies that I bought from the farmers market. An old woman made the most wonderful hard boiled candy that was handmade, organic and made mainly from fruits.

I finished my lunch, alone, sat behind the row of trees. this was my safe haven. Not even the teachers knew about this place. Then I remembered that I had art next and almost smiled. I didn't like the teacher, Mr Harvey, very much but I loved drawing. More than writing. I got up and slung my bag over my shoulder. I peeked my head through the trees and made sure nobody was watching when I came out. I walked to art class...